<?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-1142932473633028853</id><updated>2011-11-04T11:41:00.943+08:00</updated><category term='bull'/><category term='Bamboo'/><category term='Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince'/><category term='Junior Company'/><category term='The Alchemist'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Super Juniors'/><category term='iStore'/><category term='Endurance'/><category term='updates'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='Transformers'/><category term='Lunatic'/><category term='Spring Waltz'/><category term='Clementine'/><category term='Buwan ng Wika'/><category term='CPDRC'/><category term='Ateneo Blue Eagles'/><category term='By River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept'/><category term='barkada'/><category term='CSI'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'/><category term='Chris Tiu'/><category term='Epitaph'/><category term='fever'/><category term='sembreak'/><category term='The Aftermath'/><category term='Riot'/><category term='Counsel'/><category term='Five People You Meet in Heaven'/><category term='costume'/><category term='Paramore'/><category term='Tuesday with Morrie'/><category term='Biyahe Tayo'/><category term='Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'/><category term='Death Note'/><category term='music'/><category term='Pikachu'/><category term='Synergy Week'/><category term='happy'/><category term='Harry Potter and Friends'/><category term='bday'/><category term='Sinulog'/><category term='PBB'/><category term='JK Rowling'/><category term='Tweety'/><category term='300'/><category term='Death'/><category term='KiBum'/><category term='Penshoppe'/><category term='Candy'/><title type='text'>Unsaturated Curiosity.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-8072633843373896413</id><published>2011-10-21T08:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:37:42.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned Ship</title><content type='html'>I have just committed a major blogging crime, abandoning ship. It's been 5 months since I last had the energy to put up a blog post. I'm sorry I'm too lazy but it's also been a rough time for me in the past few months going through the first semester of 3rd yr college - and yet the worse is still to come. :| It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; break so I'm here updating what has been... &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="es"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Listo&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already been assigned to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Operating Room&lt;/span&gt; and it was the best rotation I've ever had. Being a HUGE fan of Grey's Anatomy, it felt so cool to finally feel what it's like to be inside an operating room theater and observe. The immensity of the entire idea of an operation feels so far out of grasp even when you're actually a part of the surgical team - I just kept thinking and thinking that "Hey, YOU are a part of this", this great concept of cutting a person open, and then closing him up all the while keeping him alive. It was such a rush seeing visceral organs in the body's cavities and seeing amazing surgeons skillfully doing their thing.. It was just pure happiness for me. I once dreamed of becoming a surgeon but after seeing what it takes to be one, it just kept me going on back and forth about the possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMKNf54LJIY/TqDCQoufLFI/AAAAAAAABDA/6MZ0KSOXYzo/s1600/281564_2307020797102_1296751608_2803385_754067_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMKNf54LJIY/TqDCQoufLFI/AAAAAAAABDA/6MZ0KSOXYzo/s320/281564_2307020797102_1296751608_2803385_754067_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665741922298178642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NVcrv-sr_w0/TqDCQ90M9dI/AAAAAAAABDI/v_RvlLXm8xE/s1600/263732_2232079603619_1296751608_2698177_5678469_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NVcrv-sr_w0/TqDCQ90M9dI/AAAAAAAABDI/v_RvlLXm8xE/s320/263732_2232079603619_1296751608_2698177_5678469_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665741927959295442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;. We've been learning Spanish in our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; and it's so fun to learn something new every now and then.. Yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comprendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Español&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;muy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;poco&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I can understand now, and I now understand the concept of their grammar construction but I still find it hard constructing my phrases on my own. I am in constant need of the assistance of the verb table and dictionary - but that's progress. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've mentioned in my older post that I have read the entire trilogy of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt;. I've been dying to post up a review about the book, BUT I've never gotten myself together to actually start writing up one and now, it's been 6 months since I read it and it's kind of not as fresh in my brain anymore like it was a couple months back. It's now at the back of the 300 pages of medical diseases we have been studying for the past 5 months that is occupying most of my brain's memory storage. Sad. I intend to find time to re-read the entire thing, but knowing myself, I doubt any of that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last July, I had the final bittersweet date with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; that was what, 11 years in the making? I actually saw it twice, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt; and on 2D but on whatever screen I was watching it, I kept shedding tears, even on the second time around. Harry Potter really has been a HUGE part of my childhood, I can't thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; Rowling and her wonderful storytelling enough for making Harry, Ron and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hermoine&lt;/span&gt; such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;relatable&lt;/span&gt; characters I grew up with. Seeing the story end was such ambivalence. But as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; Rowling so wonderfully said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And the magic lives on.. forever. ϟ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFhHBGS5R40/TqDG_aQO70I/AAAAAAAABDk/RjvdZcgZsV4/s1600/264350_2236371390911_1296751608_2706141_1552259_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFhHBGS5R40/TqDG_aQO70I/AAAAAAAABDk/RjvdZcgZsV4/s400/264350_2236371390911_1296751608_2706141_1552259_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665747123913551682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of things:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I AM NOW A PET OWNER&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha after years of wishing and convincing our parents to get me turtles - dundundundun - I finally have them! Yay. Meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninjaturtle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninjaturtle&lt;/span&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObppvdDntcE/TqDJJRiq96I/AAAAAAAABDw/udVwVh8O1hk/s1600/298855_2382517284467_1296751608_2906840_2736775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObppvdDntcE/TqDJJRiq96I/AAAAAAAABDw/udVwVh8O1hk/s320/298855_2382517284467_1296751608_2906840_2736775_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665749492396914594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And taking care of these awesome little ones entered me into some pet-owner paranoia where I researched everything that I found unusual and kept worrying about things they were doing that was actually just normal. lol. Thankfully, I am past that phase and I now just loving seeing my Red-Eared Sliders grow. I know one day, they'll grow bigger than the size of the tank they have and we will probably need to figure out how to keep them but right now, I'm just sincerely happy to have them as these little things swimming in their tank on one side of my room. ♥ And throughout this entire pet-owning process, I realized that it takes so much responsibility to fully take care of lives - two lives - even it were just animal lives. And for a minute, it thought, that maybe this was how it somewhat feels like to have children, wanting to protect them and keep them without even exactly knowing how.. it scares and excites me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also!!! After months and months of saving and changing decisions, I have finally settled and bought myself an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;iTouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4G&lt;/span&gt;. Say hello to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Thirdie&lt;/span&gt; (aka Lil Bitch III). It's fun to finally have a music library not confined within the constrains of 2 gigabytes. And a mobile web browser I can just use anytime, anywhere I need and of course.. a gadget that can keep me company in times of great boredom with games like Angry Birds and Tilt to Live. Viva iTouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHQyF7IwAQU/TqDFpQ1RLEI/AAAAAAAABDY/ATm6vnefc4A/s1600/DSC09548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHQyF7IwAQU/TqDFpQ1RLEI/AAAAAAAABDY/ATm6vnefc4A/s400/DSC09548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665745643915783234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I actually bought mine just a few days after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steve Jobs&lt;/span&gt; died. What a great mind the world lost. The world today  is simply unimaginable if it was a world without the advancements that Steve provided. The iProducts are just a huge part of today's lifestyle, imagining a world without it simply just isn't right.. Thank you, Steve for the greatness you have left us. Cheers to the round pegs in the square holes, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, there. Now, I go and have a Big Bang Theory marathon.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la proxima, M ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-8072633843373896413?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/8072633843373896413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=8072633843373896413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8072633843373896413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8072633843373896413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2011/10/abandoned-ship.html' title='Abandoned Ship'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMKNf54LJIY/TqDCQoufLFI/AAAAAAAABDA/6MZ0KSOXYzo/s72-c/281564_2307020797102_1296751608_2803385_754067_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-2153303685873228835</id><published>2011-06-12T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:35:56.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrivederci, Giorni Felici</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SydPZ21M5ms/TfTNVLXtMmI/AAAAAAAABC4/r-lt66oproY/s1600/DSC08308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SydPZ21M5ms/TfTNVLXtMmI/AAAAAAAABC4/r-lt66oproY/s400/DSC08308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617340398951019106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one month summer is over. Tomorrow, I go back to the reality of school. Gone are the days of enjoying the summer heat while dipping my body to the cold morning sea, the bum days of just facing the computer all day, late-night/early morning online Google-ing, non-stop movie marathons, memorizing and planning my TV schedules for the entire day, waking up in afternoons, reading books in hermit mode, feel-good late afternoon jogs, blasting Maroon 5 songs in my room, not having the need to make myself look presentable at all, malling just whenever I want to, not spending money for lunch, having no stress at all.. Gone are those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best thing about my summer:&lt;/span&gt; Reading the entire Hunger Games trilogy in 3 days on full hermit mode. Good read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-2153303685873228835?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/2153303685873228835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=2153303685873228835&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2153303685873228835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2153303685873228835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2011/06/arrivederci-giorni-felici.html' title='Arrivederci, Giorni Felici'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SydPZ21M5ms/TfTNVLXtMmI/AAAAAAAABC4/r-lt66oproY/s72-c/DSC08308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-1109184255365563592</id><published>2011-05-17T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:36:28.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reason why I have stayed single for all 18 years of life on earth is not because I'm afraid. It's not because I'm choosy. It's not because I'm trying to play hard to get. The reason why I clutch my heart so tightly is because I want to try to look for commitment. The kind that transcends superficial teenage love, the kind that you just know will last forever. I seek for romance and true love. Call it cheesy, but I believe it can exist if we let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything else, I believe that this is not something I can find this early in life - yet. I'm not in a rush. I thoroughly enjoy being single and I am happy with what I have as of now. I stand that everything has it's own time and all will just fall and fit in place when the right moment comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just have to focus on building that person who I want to be. And I am hopeful that he is doing the same thing so when time comes, we will both know who we are as persons and be ready for whatever else the world throws at us. He doesn't have to be perfect according to the world, cause I definitely know I'm not. He just has to be the perfect one for me. Or you can even just scratch perfect.. Just, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; for me. :")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any other girl, I dream of simple church wedding in a simple minimalist white gown with a waist-long veil and a garden reception. I dream of a little house in the suburbs with a large lawn and garden where the children can play. I dream of children - two boys whose names would just be single-syllabic so they wouldn't have to struggle with explaining nicknames and consuming time to write long names on exams. I dream of a loving golden retriever to complete the family and I dream of having a long, happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just an additional thought.. wouldn't it be nice to be asked by your child who your first true love was, and instead of rummaging through old pictures, all you have to do is point at the man sitting on your living room couch? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, sappy. But whatever. And as of now, I'll continue dreaming. And waiting. Patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your happiness ♥,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-1109184255365563592?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/1109184255365563592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=1109184255365563592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1109184255365563592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1109184255365563592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2011/05/reason-why-i-have-stayed-single-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6090373783936120531</id><published>2011-04-15T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T09:03:42.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulsivity vs Reflectivity</title><content type='html'>According to Dunn and Dunn, a person's psychological cognitive style can either be impulsive or reflective. Impulsivity is described when a person prefers opportunities of spontaneous speech without consciously processing their thinking. The other style is reflectivity, seen in people who seldom volunteer information, unless they are specifically asked to and they are ones who prefer contemplating information and tend to be uncomfortable with being put on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly think I belong to the latter. I like to think things first before going out and about proclaiming about it. I like to organize my thoughts first before trying to speak about them. I take time in finding the most appropriate words to express fully what I want to come through. That's probably why I like writing, keeping journals and blogging. There's no pressure; there's enough time to think through and arrange ideas so they could mean better. Yes, I am a student who more often than not just sits in class and listens. I am not the type of person you see waving her hand every 5 minutes to share something or ask trivial questions. I wish I was.. sometimes. But the thing is, it's not that I don't have inquiries, it's not that I don't care. I do. I usually have a lot of curiosity but - before I raise it up, I think about it first. And almost always, I find the answer myself. I'm not being self-righteous, but really. There are things that you think are vague and perplexing but once you stop and think about it for yourself, you'll realize that the answers are very simple and are right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are times I wish I was more impulsive, though. There are some questions that I know the answer but despite everything, I don't stand up for it. There were situations when I had something to say against a presented argument, or a realization of something complex, and I just shut up about it. Why? Because I doubt myself. A lot. I never trust my ideas. I guess I look to lowly at myself. I went through a lot when I was a kid, serious stuff twisting me up, internally. And I guess from that, I've become someone afraid to falter. Because before, I miss one step and every one talks about it, every one makes a big deal out of it, every one looks down on me because of it - because they already placed me on a pedestal. And all the time, I've been driving myself crazy to live up to it. I have become my own Simon Cowell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why when time comes that I need to do things in front of the public, my heart races and my nerves just go flying out. If there's one thing I never got over with, it's public speaking. It's a frustration for me because of how ironic it is. I have been exposed to public speaking since prep. I've emceed school functions more than anyone else in my elementary school ever did, in my time. I've delivered speeches for 6 consecutive years in front of the whole student body + their parents + strangers and passerbys in the mall. I've even delivered a speech while I had hick ups - YES. I was frivolously hicking-up every 4 lines of that speech. And from all that, I still never got over it. Well, maybe slightly, I did. I don't get nervous when I'm reporting topics, though. Because all you have to do is familiarize yourself with the subject matter and plainly make your learners understand someone else's ideas. Someone else's. But when we talk about my own ideas, made purely of the pile of crap that is mashed up in my head. Oh dear goodness. I just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happens whenever I do, is that although I have completely memorized what I need to say in my head, when time comes that I need to say it aloud - EVERYTHING JUST GOES HAYWIRE. I miss things, I forget words that were specifically chosen and utter confusing ones instead, I just become stupid for the time being. Although.. there were some times that I am asked to stand in front of the class and asked questions that can stir brains, that I can miraculously feel calmness and give decent answers to questions - very often happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I challenge myself to speak up. I need to grow, as a person and it's something I need to conquer, for myself to become better. I will try to trust myself and stop belittling my ideas. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Release your inhibitions. &lt;/span&gt;Blogging, writing, journal-ing is my safe place. I need to step out of my comfort zone in order to grow. I will because I know, I can.. Sheesh, all these self pep-talk. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry if my blog is filled with things like this. I wish I was one of those people whose lives are so interesting, they can just blog about how their day went and everyone will be all envious and all worship-y. lol Unfortunately I am not, so I find no worth in posting about how my boring, mundane day was, when clearly no one cares. So I just end up writing about these feelings stuff. lol. I realize this blog has become a soliloquy, more than anything else. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fs5oT2XM7o/TahUjU45EgI/AAAAAAAABCE/npF6KK8Cs7s/s1600/DSC07011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fs5oT2XM7o/TahUjU45EgI/AAAAAAAABCE/npF6KK8Cs7s/s400/DSC07011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595815502887326210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you, what's your challenge for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6090373783936120531?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6090373783936120531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6090373783936120531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6090373783936120531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6090373783936120531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2011/04/impulsivity-vs-reflectivity.html' title='Impulsivity vs Reflectivity'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fs5oT2XM7o/TahUjU45EgI/AAAAAAAABCE/npF6KK8Cs7s/s72-c/DSC07011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6953560081188184244</id><published>2011-04-09T14:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T15:47:13.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One shot for my pain, one drag for my sorrow</title><content type='html'>Time to get this thing updated. I'm truly sorry I don't update my blog as much. As I blogged before, I got myself a journal, which is where I channel all my thoughts these days. It really feels good to have a journal - it allows you to be more introspective, somehow since you don't get to limit yourself of what you want to express knowing that there's no one that may take it the wrong way. I can just curse and blatantly expound on things I normally wouldn't in my blog. Anyway.. Here's what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking finished with Microbiology (Bacteriology, Virology, Parasitology, Mycology - all in one sem) and Pediatric MedSurg!!! Dear goodness, I have no idea how I made it alive. That sem was seriously very energy-draining. I even had to stay up all night and basically just go to school and take pre-fi and finals with no sleep AT ALL. That's how demanding Microbiology was, and thank goodness, it paid off. I know it will just get harder, third year and everything. But I'm trying to take things one at a time, and I am happy to be able to get pass that obstacle, for now. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, remember this &lt;a href="http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-like-forgetting-words-to-your.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;? So after around four months, I finally had the courage to reveal to my father the loss of Lil Bitch Jr, which he took very lightly - better than I expected. The next day, he arrived home WITH LIL BITCH JR! Apparently, all the while that I have been stressing and worrying over LilB, she has just been hiding under my car seat. And all it took was admitting to my father that it was lost, to finally be able to find her. So yessss, I am very ecstatic that I have all my music back! :&amp;gt; :&amp;gt; :&amp;gt; It makes me jog more effectively, now :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, a couple of days ago, Bruno Mars went here in Cebu to play a concert. I went in a fan of his songs and went out a fan of the artist. He was just, AMAZING =) I never thought I would enjoy his concert that much! I am not familiar with many of his songs, just a few that are obviously playing non-stop on the radios and some that my friends like and introduced to me - and despite that (and the hunger from all the impatient waiting and wtf front act), I ended up sincerely enjoy ing every minute of his concert. The man got moves. lol. And the crowd really just went alive when his set started. I would definitely but tickets to the next Bruno Mars concert in Cebu. Such an awesome singer, live! And to quote The Lazy Song, "Oh my God, this is great".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4AKLttHaqI/TaAHMIqRHtI/AAAAAAAABBU/iKHTx-0eSgY/s1600/207968_1766847927163_1118112083_31811621_3367554_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4AKLttHaqI/TaAHMIqRHtI/AAAAAAAABBU/iKHTx-0eSgY/s400/207968_1766847927163_1118112083_31811621_3367554_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593478642258747090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3fIoJ74ynk/TaAKIxIqe-I/AAAAAAAABBc/sJbBFZ1o1Yk/s1600/DSC07156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3fIoJ74ynk/TaAKIxIqe-I/AAAAAAAABBc/sJbBFZ1o1Yk/s400/DSC07156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593481882939063266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4LnZoRgexRE/TaAKJGCMVrI/AAAAAAAABBk/PDr3H16ibd4/s1600/DSC07081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4LnZoRgexRE/TaAKJGCMVrI/AAAAAAAABBk/PDr3H16ibd4/s400/DSC07081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593481888549066418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IALwAajauLw/TaAKJRAjaGI/AAAAAAAABBs/P7Z6g41r9p4/s1600/DSC07157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IALwAajauLw/TaAKJRAjaGI/AAAAAAAABBs/P7Z6g41r9p4/s400/DSC07157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593481891494979682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30V8sow0-Cw/TaAKJndvA5I/AAAAAAAABB0/NH7drSFJIig/s1600/DSC07214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30V8sow0-Cw/TaAKJndvA5I/AAAAAAAABB0/NH7drSFJIig/s400/DSC07214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593481897522955154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, we got news that our classmate and friend got into a pretty serious motor vehicular accident. At first, I was in denial with the severity of the situation. I didn't want to believe the news that we were receiving when we were in the middle of classes. It wasn't until some of our classmates really went to the hospital to see him told us the actuality of the grimness of his condition, that it really sank in. When it did, I was in Ayala and I was very disoriented to the extent that I spent a long time trying to find the exit and landing on the same wrong place over and over again. I just couldn't believe that the other day, he was still his usual noisy self, joking around with everyone in speech class, and then this. :-\ It's really scary and painful to have this happen to someone you really know. It's times like this when you start to realize that life can really bring you unexpected things and that maybe it's time to start living instead of just plainly existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prayers are with you, Jansen. We are all hoping for your speedy recovery. We know you can get through this, after all, you are the founder of Matirang Matibay. If there's a good time to show your matibay-ness, it's now. Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuuuhC3ZlTo/TaAO52P4OSI/AAAAAAAABB8/_eE8r4yOvME/s1600/189163_1927485028945_1296751608_2340550_4430419_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuuuhC3ZlTo/TaAO52P4OSI/AAAAAAAABB8/_eE8r4yOvME/s400/189163_1927485028945_1296751608_2340550_4430419_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593487124171602210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do pray for him and his family. They really need it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Row row row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily merrily, life is but a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6953560081188184244?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6953560081188184244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6953560081188184244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6953560081188184244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6953560081188184244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-shot-for-my-pain-one-drag-for-my.html' title='One shot for my pain, one drag for my sorrow'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4AKLttHaqI/TaAHMIqRHtI/AAAAAAAABBU/iKHTx-0eSgY/s72-c/207968_1766847927163_1118112083_31811621_3367554_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-5716968007521864284</id><published>2011-02-03T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:34:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREY'S ANATOMY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rewatching Season 1 - Season 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Although some, especially on the earlier seasons, I am watching for the first time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a good guilty pleasure. I can't help but wonder how it feels like to have another person's heart on one hand and a scalpel on the other. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-5716968007521864284?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/5716968007521864284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=5716968007521864284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5716968007521864284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5716968007521864284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2011/02/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7436622713970694288</id><published>2011-01-23T22:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:24:01.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TTw_IfbKX7I/AAAAAAAABBA/b9hXuuq5sQ8/s1600/137276856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TTw_IfbKX7I/AAAAAAAABBA/b9hXuuq5sQ8/s320/137276856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565392654630018994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet Lil Bitch, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Of course she's a Jr because she has a predecessor, my old mp4 player that has gone delirious. If you're wondering why I named them Lil Bitch, and Lil Bitch, Jr - it's a little homeage to Cam Gigandet's character on The O.C., Kevin (if you remembered him, he was the nutjob badass who got Marissa killed) who screeched the Cohen's SUV with "Lil Bitch". Bad. Ass. And I had a huge crush on him back then, so that will explain a whole lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That's Lil Bitch, Jr. And I lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for that right now. :( I lost 300+ songs, and I know it's not much for many of my friends who has like around a thousand songs on their iPods, but not for me. I've always been picky with songs. I mean, I don't limit myself to an exclusive genre, I listen to whatever. What matters to me is the lyrics of the song and how it means to me. I just don't download songs because they're cool, or cause they're on top of the charts. I don't fall into that bandwagon. I actually prefer songs that don't have much airtime, songs from artists most people haven't heard of yet, songs from artist's albums that didn't go as big as the other singles or the classics. Another reason for that is, I don't like downloading songs that are frequently on radio since I easily get tired of listening getting repeated over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline, those songs were like, carefully chosen and just having them lost like that.. is heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing about Lil Bitch, Jr is - it WAS not mine. We found it in the package my aunt left with all the things she didn't want to bring back to New Jersey. That player used to be the last thing my Lola loved listening to when she was in the hospital, weeks before she died - when her consciousness and state of mind was still better. I didn't initially want to use that player when I saw it, but the old one broke, and I thought my Lola wouldn't mind - she loved sharing things with us, anyway. But I lost it. I FREAKING LOST IT. I feel so guilty right now, like every time I think of it, it's like there's this heavy weight pulling my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even sure how I lost it. It took time for me to realize that I haven't seen it for some time. Last time I remembered using it was when I realized it has been turned on for the past 5 hours, so I turned it off and shoved it into my cabinet. But I wasn't sure if it was really the last time I used it, it was just the last time I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; remembered&lt;/span&gt; using it. I wasn't using it a lot since I got my two pairs of earphones (yes, both pairs for my laptop and player - altogether) destroyed, and although Lil Bitch can still play music with it's tiny speakers, I preferred using the earphones, especially in school, so I think I wasn't bringing it out a lot - which made me think that I prolly just lost it here in my room, so I tried to declutter, but to no avail. Still no Lil Bitch, Jr. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one incident though. I was arriving a school, and as I stepped down the car, I heard a small thud on the ground, as if something fell. I tried to look back, and didn't see anything so I just went on with going inside the campus. And now that I'm thinking about it, that thud was probably my Lil Bitch, Jr. Although I really could not remember bringing her that time, it can still be possible. I mean, it hasn't been the first time I lost something from going out the car and not caring what was on my lap as I step down. I lost my phone in the exact same manner, some time ago in high school, too. *Sighs. But again, I'm not 100% sure, although something inside me tells me that that was the last sound I was gonna hear from her, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so depressing. :( Why do I need to be so careless?? I haven't told my parent's about it yet. My father's probably gunna get disappointed, but reallyyyyyyyy - UGH. :( I hate me for losing it. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still hopeful it comes out of no where sometime. I really really hope so. :-((( Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Lil B. :( I'm sorry I'm so careless. I'd hate me, too if I were you. Please come home! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really depressing post (for me, that is. IDK with you, reader. You'd probably not care, anyway.) :( Screw this. And screw the fact that for the past month, the only things I have been listening to is the 4 songs that I was yet to put to my player (I delete files from my laptop to loosen memory space) - on fucking infinite repeatttt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7436622713970694288?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7436622713970694288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7436622713970694288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7436622713970694288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7436622713970694288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-like-forgetting-words-to-your.html' title='It&apos;s like forgetting the words to your favorite song'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TTw_IfbKX7I/AAAAAAAABBA/b9hXuuq5sQ8/s72-c/137276856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-2393817035114031330</id><published>2011-01-22T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:43:36.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The goal is not to say what I can say, but to say what I am unable to say.</title><content type='html'>I write. It's a good way for me to vent out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said that keeping a journal is healthy. Write at least once a week is all it takes - and I thought, well, I already have a blog, so that counts right? But lately I've been starting to write journal entries, the old fashioned way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that there really are things that I am not yet too comfortable letting out to the public. Sure, no one actually reads this kind of crap I put up in here, but you still can't deny that this outlet IS public, and at one point or another - someone, stranger or friend, is bound to be able to read this. And being the private person that I normally am, I'd like to keep some things to myself. And! I actually get blogging topic ideas every now and then, but never really got into the actual formulation process and writing it up in here - so the notebook I have right now can serve as a draft of sudden spurs of ideas. Another is that, writing up a blog, there's always a need to consider proper arrangement of thoughts in a way that is understandable and can seem coherent to others, cause once again, this is an undeniable public outlet. In a private journal, I don't need to put up with that, I can write things according to how I want it, as long as it can seem understandable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean I'll stop blogging. No. This is still an extension to my venting outlet and blogging is fun - especially on things that I am dying to share about, and no one I know seems to care. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off. Actually finished that bloody hell of a midterms earlier today, yet, I am lined up with still more things to do for the weekend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C'est la vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-2393817035114031330?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/2393817035114031330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=2393817035114031330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2393817035114031330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2393817035114031330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2011/01/goal-is-not-to-say-what-i-can-say-but.html' title='The goal is not to say what I can say, but to say what I am unable to say.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3786664045504191250</id><published>2011-01-08T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:39:50.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"Girls  are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The  boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of  falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from  the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think  something is wrong with th&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;em  when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right  boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to  the top of the tree."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; -Pete Wentz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3786664045504191250?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3786664045504191250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3786664045504191250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3786664045504191250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3786664045504191250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2011/01/girls-are-like-apples-on-trees.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7953806145189672089</id><published>2010-12-31T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:05:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In 2010, I..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my first ever sleep over with the entire barkada (minus Pam) on Karen's birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missed Sinulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got injected 4 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had two airplane flights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cried over Glee's Season1 Finale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty much memorized SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have CS3 finally, after being a loyal Cs2 user.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoyed putting my own make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Injected on someone for the first time in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAyG6ZOZuw4"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/a&gt; in person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shook three of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwdNh8u5xJU"&gt;Boyce Avenue&lt;/a&gt;'s members' hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb8QgyPOzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pd253zL2s1w/s1600/19039_1358250958449_1296751608_1052139_4517173_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb8QgyPOzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pd253zL2s1w/s320/19039_1358250958449_1296751608_1052139_4517173_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554904551016839986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shook the hands of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z86ZGbacmlk"&gt;JBWKZ&lt;/a&gt; members and spazzed over it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missed my bestfriend's 18th birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played strip poker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my first facial, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister turned 10.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had bangs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Switched my favorite Starbucks order from Hazelnut Mocha frappe to White Chocolate Mocha frappe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished the 1st year of my college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Jason Castro in person and had an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l65LqS10ZQk"&gt;awesome mini Q&amp;amp;A portion&lt;/a&gt; from the siderails (cause we are awesome fans)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb9dWVCJ0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/sGfYX9WGdnw/s1600/26113_1404349150875_1296751608_1162257_5545973_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb9dWVCJ0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/sGfYX9WGdnw/s320/26113_1404349150875_1296751608_1162257_5545973_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554905871059920706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Received my first check, under my name, ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went out of town, for the first time, with the barkada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started running and ran a total of 3 fun runs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Owned my own laptop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my first subway experience and train ride!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realized my left eye is droopy-er than my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Threw away Lil Bitch and said hello to Lil Bitch Jr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gate crashed a debut party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went abroad for the first time in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was finally able to step foot in Disneyland.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRcCbTBQR1I/AAAAAAAAA_o/e3xWZcNk7NY/s1600/DSC07898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRcCbTBQR1I/AAAAAAAAA_o/e3xWZcNk7NY/s320/DSC07898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554911333370054482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRcCbkRnvrI/AAAAAAAAA_w/v0IU8YS7FVE/s1600/DSC07931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRcCbkRnvrI/AAAAAAAAA_w/v0IU8YS7FVE/s320/DSC07931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554911338002103986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched a 4D movie for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rode The Abyss!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned how to flavor a cappuccino according to my level of tolerance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned to walk in 3 inches heels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rode a cable car for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drank the most coffee I've ever had in my entire life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never learned how to ride that Waveboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became very much comfortable with karaoke singing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOVED TUTTI FRUTTI.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was convinced that I don't want to give birth - I want to have kids but I don't want to give birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my capping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRcAmQ9-hPI/AAAAAAAAA_g/FiIrcHShFJc/s1600/27945_1496548695806_1296751608_1394220_5285560_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRcAmQ9-hPI/AAAAAAAAA_g/FiIrcHShFJc/s320/27945_1496548695806_1296751608_1394220_5285560_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554909322774742258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to 5 hour duty for 3 days in every school week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got addicted to Sonny with A Chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tasted a Krispy Kreme Doughnut for the first time, ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Destroyed 3 black school shoes and one white duty shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my nails nail-arted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started to text not in the 'all small letters way'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want to have an iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned how to paint my nails on my own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made a WeHeartIt and Formspring account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became close friends with some unexpected people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unexpectedly grown a necklace collection. LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRnLdOM4bdI/AAAAAAAABAQ/iIbn54jLtVQ/s1600/DSC05300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRnLdOM4bdI/AAAAAAAABAQ/iIbn54jLtVQ/s400/DSC05300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555695318226988498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not much. But considering I started the year with almost nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned how to FDAR chart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became a fan of Tricia G. and Kryz U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Owned a decent alarm clock.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have been to a lot of photobooths!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent 3k over one single thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought heels for the first time in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended 17 debuts (5 informal, 12 formal, 1 gate crashed)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoyed random video chats (Omegle).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRoIhPnpftI/AAAAAAAABAY/0jcz2dJhg2k/s1600/New%2BPicture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRoIhPnpftI/AAAAAAAABAY/0jcz2dJhg2k/s400/New%2BPicture.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555762457536462546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broke my phone again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got bored with American Idol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abused Pizza Hut's 99-ers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignored text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started using pens aside from my usual Blue 0.3 G-tech&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now have a picture of David Archuleta's face on my wall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got jealous of every person I know in my age who drives and owns a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was addicted to Magic Flakes Cheese.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had the most fun Velmonte Clan Christmas Party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRcFFYFQBSI/AAAAAAAAA_4/pNwPgx4akOM/s1600/DSC05093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRcFFYFQBSI/AAAAAAAAA_4/pNwPgx4akOM/s320/DSC05093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554914255306753314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only liked FroYo when I have blueberries as toppings - until I met Tutti Frutti.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missed David Archuleta's second visit to the Philippines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a crush on an intern. :&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw the first half of the Harry Potter's series' last movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked on Club Ultima's Sky Walk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changed my mind on wanting to have a girl and a boy as my kids. Now I want two boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched a 3D movie for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was surprised on my eighteenth birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRoJOmcHTXI/AAAAAAAABAo/1DJJ6SGMtow/s1600/59040_1605867508708_1296751608_1690473_931910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRoJOmcHTXI/AAAAAAAABAo/1DJJ6SGMtow/s320/59040_1605867508708_1296751608_1690473_931910_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555763236756213106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fervently watched Masterchef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danced for a cotillion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got my hair digitally permed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned how to use a microscope.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned that I actually lost someone close to my heart to cancer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanted to have a mountain bike, so bad. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adored my cousin's Coffee Crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doodled on Starbucks' cups&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRoJDIV9lKI/AAAAAAAABAg/ftiquQM0AhQ/s1600/28283_1517509459812_1296751608_1453272_8262883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRoJDIV9lKI/AAAAAAAABAg/ftiquQM0AhQ/s320/28283_1517509459812_1296751608_1453272_8262883_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555763039698785442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carved on soap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a haircut 4 times (bangs trim included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got scared over Grey's Anatomy S6 Finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned how to play Minesweeper!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fell in love with Starbucks' Belgian waffle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was very frustrated with Forever21 in Manila, only :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought the most dresses I ever did in my li&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was happy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 2011 be as fun.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRoLyu7yrVI/AAAAAAAABAw/rImtRA15s2k/s1600/DSC05302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRoLyu7yrVI/AAAAAAAABAw/rImtRA15s2k/s320/DSC05302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555766056535108946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7953806145189672089?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7953806145189672089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7953806145189672089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7953806145189672089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7953806145189672089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-2010-i.html' title='In 2010, I..'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb8QgyPOzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pd253zL2s1w/s72-c/19039_1358250958449_1296751608_1052139_4517173_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-408908794539121019</id><published>2010-12-28T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:24:39.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRi9rtXPi4I/AAAAAAAABAI/fSlwy1J2Eio/s1600/000919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRi9rtXPi4I/AAAAAAAABAI/fSlwy1J2Eio/s400/000919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555398698970614658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-408908794539121019?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/408908794539121019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=408908794539121019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/408908794539121019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/408908794539121019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-hey.html' title='Hey, hey'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRi9rtXPi4I/AAAAAAAABAI/fSlwy1J2Eio/s72-c/000919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7899029541144381433</id><published>2010-12-26T14:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:15:01.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fly like a butterfly; sting like a bee.</title><content type='html'>THIS FINALLY IS MY BIRTHDAY BLOG. After more than a month of procrastinating. Yezzz. I felt I really needed to put this up for the benefit of my future self. It's only once that I turn eighteen and legal, anyway. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DEAR FUTURE SELF&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, remember you said once that when you turned eighteen, all you want to do is go scuba diving? That never happened. Instead,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were planning to have kiddie party on maybe Jollibee, or McDo for your birthday party to signify the last moments of you being free to act like a child as you are turning legal - but due to debut dates of two other friends (One on Nov13 and Nov14) that took your planned dates, you decided not to push through with it. You decided to let them have the date cause 1) They had their formal (I mean the gown, program, 18candles, roses, treasures type) debut planned for months already 2) Your friends from different corners of your circle of friends were attending either one of the debuts 3) You just didn't want to compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, you settled with a small gathering of your closest friends at your home for lunch. Then, since it's a double celebration with your father's 50th birthday, you'd have your relatives for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 13 came and you were attending a very grand debut of your highschool friend. Luckily, your two bestfriendsforlife (BFFL aka Team Awesome) were also there, too. All of you (along with your other close college friends) decided to '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sugat&lt;/span&gt;' your birthday at 12 midnight since you were already out, anyway. All you thought was you'd buy them some midnight snacks and maybe some liquor to celebrate. But you were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were with Feliz, Karen and Teep in IT Park. They put on a show where in Mary an got freaking nowhere to be found with an empty phone battery. Then you met up with Teep's boyfriend, Justien in Jollibee. You decided to walk from Jollibee, to Tandoori when a taxi cab kept following and honking at you. It was Mary an who decided  to let all 7 of you ride the taxi cab (imagine your horror) - at the same time mumbling about the most censored topic that can make your friend, Mary an crazy. Teep&amp;amp;Justien left the group, since Teep 'had to meet up with a cousin'. You reached Tandoori feeling confused with everything, and then laughing at Mary an's usual crazy self. Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbrhbLcNoI/AAAAAAAAA8w/8zfLBxWltYk/s1600/73420_463726153725_679353725_5342460_2813721_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbrhbLcNoI/AAAAAAAAA8w/8zfLBxWltYk/s320/73420_463726153725_679353725_5342460_2813721_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554886149872039554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbrhugEIbI/AAAAAAAAA9A/DUhi_RxdiuQ/s1600/73705_463726793725_679353725_5342468_3717582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbrhugEIbI/AAAAAAAAA9A/DUhi_RxdiuQ/s320/73705_463726793725_679353725_5342468_3717582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554886155058815410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbrhrdli0I/AAAAAAAAA84/q9sdi9HtHM8/s1600/40155_463727583725_679353725_5342485_7144863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbrhrdli0I/AAAAAAAAA84/q9sdi9HtHM8/s320/40155_463727583725_679353725_5342485_7144863_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554886154243115842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbsOfa4xuI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/kdgucOggiH8/s1600/76326_463727878725_679353725_5342493_1951241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbsOfa4xuI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/kdgucOggiH8/s320/76326_463727878725_679353725_5342493_1951241_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554886924104681186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbrhrdli0I/AAAAAAAAA84/q9sdi9HtHM8/s1600/40155_463727583725_679353725_5342485_7144863_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbsONJWBMI/AAAAAAAAA9I/kYN2K6WVQRk/s1600/73607_463728368725_679353725_5342502_410899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbsONJWBMI/AAAAAAAAA9I/kYN2K6WVQRk/s320/73607_463728368725_679353725_5342502_410899_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554886919199261890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbsOcbVMaI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/M-Rk5mECE0A/s1600/73484_463728798725_679353725_5342511_3998586_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbsOcbVMaI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/M-Rk5mECE0A/s320/73484_463728798725_679353725_5342511_3998586_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554886923301237154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbte5scK2I/AAAAAAAAA9g/pyOJVvgZaTI/s1600/40737_463729568725_679353725_5342531_5659751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbte5scK2I/AAAAAAAAA9g/pyOJVvgZaTI/s320/40737_463729568725_679353725_5342531_5659751_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554888305547160418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbtfEwlFaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_2ziL-YHjDo/s1600/77156_463739848725_679353725_5342637_2089495_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbtfEwlFaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_2ziL-YHjDo/s320/77156_463739848725_679353725_5342637_2089495_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554888308517311906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbtfWRGpnI/AAAAAAAAA9w/HGz9LHzJ8wY/s1600/74238_463740008725_679353725_5342638_6025847_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbtfWRGpnI/AAAAAAAAA9w/HGz9LHzJ8wY/s320/74238_463740008725_679353725_5342638_6025847_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554888313217132146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being the ninja that you usually are, you were impressed that you didn't even get a single hint of a clue that they were even planning it, despite the lots of times they thought they slipped on some conversations about this. I guess you just didn't think that you were someone somebody else would care about to plan a surprise for. Evidently, you were wrong. And in those moments, you were reassured that you were loved and thought of, and that you have some awesome bunch of friends. And because of that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbuw1_j4GI/AAAAAAAAA94/7XrvcU6DEuQ/s1600/%25E2%2598%25BA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbuw1_j4GI/AAAAAAAAA94/7XrvcU6DEuQ/s320/%25E2%2598%25BA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554889713302888546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You were that happy at 1:54 am of November 14, 2010. =) I can't thank you guys: Feliz Maristel Ynclino, Karen Melissa Ros, Mary Anne Cel Tacbobo, Therese Joy Pedrera, Leabelle Tropezado, and Justien Sabando; enough for making that possible. You are truly super friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 21, 2010 - you celebrated your birthday at your home with friends. You actually invited a lot but loads of them didn't come since it was a Sunday, and God-knows for whatever else reasons. But you were happy. You had food, lots of food - your friends even complimented on your menu choices. Hahaha Some karaoke, beer for the guys, games, pictures and catching up, lots and lots and lots of catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbyvwzsEzI/AAAAAAAAA-I/CuAm3yNxzn0/s1600/DSC03324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbyvwzsEzI/AAAAAAAAA-I/CuAm3yNxzn0/s320/DSC03324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554894092777558834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbyvg8qQEI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_Wk6U_ZD-qE/s1600/DSC03256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbyvg8qQEI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_Wk6U_ZD-qE/s320/DSC03256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554894088520220738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbywKwgTwI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/5FMOa37XeVc/s1600/DSC03326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbywKwgTwI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/5FMOa37XeVc/s320/DSC03326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554894099743526658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbywY5ZtYI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Aek5rEKyJS8/s1600/DSC03395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbywY5ZtYI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Aek5rEKyJS8/s320/DSC03395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554894103538939266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbyw8psiEI/AAAAAAAAA-g/DPYdH-ItBC8/s1600/DSC03413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbyw8psiEI/AAAAAAAAA-g/DPYdH-ItBC8/s320/DSC03413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554894113136740418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then by night, you were with your relatives. It rained so everybody stayed inside. You were particularly drained from all the crazyness that happened on the afternoon so you stayed inside with your cousins in your room. Well, what can you say - the four of you together is enough to make craziness happen for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb3AdAk72I/AAAAAAAAA_A/FMemadzNdTY/s1600/DSC03484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb3AdAk72I/AAAAAAAAA_A/FMemadzNdTY/s320/DSC03484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554898777567194978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb3AgtlIfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/HsIjTpoAtxI/s1600/DSC03486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb3AgtlIfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/HsIjTpoAtxI/s320/DSC03486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554898778561257970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb2_jorxJI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Bce0HG7L4Bw/s1600/DSC03501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb2_jorxJI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Bce0HG7L4Bw/s320/DSC03501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554898762166158482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb2_z5CyvI/AAAAAAAAA-w/jd9jBEcphts/s1600/DSC03488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb2_z5CyvI/AAAAAAAAA-w/jd9jBEcphts/s320/DSC03488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554898766529743602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb3AJB2kPI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Doy4zFmJ6PQ/s1600/DSC03489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRb3AJB2kPI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Doy4zFmJ6PQ/s320/DSC03489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554898772203835634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you were genuinely happy. You don't get what the fuss with turning eighteen is about, but I guess it demands you to be more responsible. You can't thank God, enough for blessing you with eighteen happy years. Although your life isn't perfect, you embrace and love every single part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wished that by eighty, you'd still be as happy.&lt;br /&gt;Keep living life. Keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your eighteen years (and one month) old  self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7899029541144381433?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7899029541144381433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7899029541144381433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7899029541144381433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7899029541144381433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-fly-like-butterfly-sting-like-bee.html' title='I fly like a butterfly; sting like a bee.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRbrhbLcNoI/AAAAAAAAA8w/8zfLBxWltYk/s72-c/73420_463726153725_679353725_5342460_2813721_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3430369942080753095</id><published>2010-12-25T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:39:34.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PUSH OTHER PEOPLE'S BUTTONS WHEN I KNOW I'M RIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;..so when I get into a fight, I know I can totally knock them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, though! Hahaha. I just felt like saying that. It's true, though. I make sure I have the upperhand before getting into an altercation - and that I'm fighting for the right reasons. Anywayyyyy. I just realized I ONCE AGAIN failed to do a blog about my birthday! How stupid. Will try to get myself to putting it up. But naooo, I shall sleep. Long day tomo with relatives. Good night world, Maligayang Pasko! HOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRTaf9rgC0I/AAAAAAAAA8o/jLRNMVaFn7U/s1600/DSC05037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRTaf9rgC0I/AAAAAAAAA8o/jLRNMVaFn7U/s320/DSC05037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554304483122481986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3430369942080753095?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3430369942080753095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3430369942080753095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3430369942080753095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3430369942080753095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-push-other-peoples-buttons-when-i.html' title='I PUSH OTHER PEOPLE&apos;S BUTTONS WHEN I KNOW I&apos;M RIGHT'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TRTaf9rgC0I/AAAAAAAAA8o/jLRNMVaFn7U/s72-c/DSC05037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6719513911223180918</id><published>2010-11-27T23:39:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:23:18.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a kaleidoscope, don't want it to be over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I haven't blogging for a while. You must be already used to that by now. There really are just times when I completely forget about the excitement blogging brings me. But every once in a while, I'm here talking about senseless thoughts and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, today I'm here to talk abouuut: Colors! Colors in nails, specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I haven't been that much of a nail coloring type.  Maybe because I studied on a strict Catholic highschool where they had rules on having no nail polish I most definitely had to abide to. And then as I graduated, I took a course which required me to keep my nails short and polish free for health promotion and uniformity purposes. But lately, I have been addicted to getting colors on my nails. Before, it was just every semestral breaks when we get two weeks (or by God's mercy, more) free of classes. I usually grow my nails long and have colors on them. But now, I try to get nail polish every time I get the chance to keep the colors for 3 days or more (like long weekends and such). Nail coloring for me, is just a refreshing way of expressing and showing off the liveliness and vibrancy of life. Colors keep life spirited and exciting. As I always say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colors inspire&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'll show you a short photo timeline of the colors my nails have complemented itself with. This isn't everything since I didn't really get pictures of my nails everytime I get them done, especially during my high school years. But here it goes, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPEvqPBObNI/AAAAAAAAA50/RDyGY2JZmd4/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPEvqPBObNI/AAAAAAAAA50/RDyGY2JZmd4/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544265018902473938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First decent picture I have with colored nails. This was taken on my sister's enrollment in Sacred Heart School - Jesuits (as it was known that time. It now nrings its new name, Sacred Heart School - Ateneo de Cebu) while I was waiting in the car. Prior to this picture, I have had painted my nails with whatever colors my mother had - which mostly were classic reds and nude colors. I'd just sneak into her dresser and used whatever she had. This color, I actually just saw lying in the deep corner of our cabinet. My mother didn't use this color, but I on the other hand took the liberty and used it. This was the first time I actually got satisfied with how it came out. I used to have suckish hands when it comes to nail coloring. I never quite get them right. Especially the left fingers (I'm a lefty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPEw5QFysUI/AAAAAAAAA58/BK7ereRFVsc/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPEw5QFysUI/AAAAAAAAA58/BK7ereRFVsc/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544266376399728962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on our Grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary. I had my very first ever manicure by a 'manicurista' for this occasion. I'm sorry if this picture doesn't even show the slightest bit of my nails. I swear there was a picture where my nails were visible but I had trouble looking for it. So we'll just settle for this. I had a french tip that time, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPEx8prceqI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7tDj6FrwBqg/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPEx8prceqI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7tDj6FrwBqg/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544267534319778466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPEyPwpb0II/AAAAAAAAA6M/N5akvYYVe6w/s1600/3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPEyPwpb0II/AAAAAAAAA6M/N5akvYYVe6w/s320/3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544267862607908994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was taken on the first day of my first summer in college. My close friends slash classmates and I decided to take ourselves to a pamper day. I had a haircut and a full mani-pedi. Later that day, my close friends, Feliz, Karen and I decided to watch AI alum, Jason Castro perform a mini concert in Ayala Terraces. And boy was that a blast. The three of us have awesome attention-seeking powers that enabled Jason Castro to notice us even if we didn't have seats (we were seated at a coffee shop behind the stage). To aid you in understanding whatever craziness the three of us managed, see it on YouTube: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l65LqS10ZQk"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. I also made a blog post on that right here: &lt;a href="http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreadheads.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;! As you can see in the photos, I had lime green nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE0ROmdwpI/AAAAAAAAA6U/181Duu4Kh04/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE0ROmdwpI/AAAAAAAAA6U/181Duu4Kh04/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544270086851642002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE0f6b6VhI/AAAAAAAAA6c/0ZUL7RDfwy4/s1600/4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE0f6b6VhI/AAAAAAAAA6c/0ZUL7RDfwy4/s320/4a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544270339136706066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was taken after my summer semester. We had a spontaneous day out with my friends, Feliz and Patty. We got lost in Waterfront Hotel, and dragged our feet around IT park, finally settled in Coffee Bean. I had pastel purple nails! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE0gMOH_DI/AAAAAAAAA6k/vnAdm9vC7vk/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE0gMOH_DI/AAAAAAAAA6k/vnAdm9vC7vk/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544270343910718514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE0gTIAl9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/Hu2QREvGC7I/s1600/5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE0gTIAl9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/Hu2QREvGC7I/s320/5a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544270345764116434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Around intrams, I had WHITE NAILSSS! My favorite color on my nails. I don't know but there's something about while nails that really entices me. I've always wanted one. I tried to get a pedi of it but failed. Well actually, I already had it, then we had no time to completely dry it off since we still had classes, I thought it was already dry enough to allow me to wear shoes and run off to class. But apparently not. As I removed my shoes, they got distroyed. But around Intrams time (around the time the photos were taken) I finally, finally had the chance to get the nails I wanted! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE2dRa99cI/AAAAAAAAA60/joaRs9ymxXI/s1600/6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE2dRa99cI/AAAAAAAAA60/joaRs9ymxXI/s320/6a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544272492790412738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE36fKZ9eI/AAAAAAAAA68/4RdFHpgaYvg/s1600/73601_1672418652445_1296751608_1829398_4448211_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE36fKZ9eI/AAAAAAAAA68/4RdFHpgaYvg/s320/73601_1672418652445_1296751608_1829398_4448211_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544274094206875106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MINNIE NAILS! ♥ My bestfriend, Feliz subscribed to this neat video channel on Youtube that shows simple tutorials of amazing, unique, nail arts. Feliz showed me a link to the Minnie Mouse tutorials and I fell in love with it. A few days after, Feliz, tried to do the nail art with the help of her sister in law. When I saw that she'd done it, I got jealous and ask her to do mine too! Hahahaha we ended up having a complete day of bonding at our house. She painted my nails, we did photoshoots with the nails and various Minnie-inspired props around my room, talked, ate, watched TV, she stayed overnight and we had a blast. I had my Minnie nails on for the rest of the Sem break. I just love Minnie nails and that marked the start of my interest in nails arts ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE4MtFXGPI/AAAAAAAAA7M/fCQV_D5N-c4/s1600/7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE4MtFXGPI/AAAAAAAAA7M/fCQV_D5N-c4/s320/7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544274407181457650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE4MSqZNEI/AAAAAAAAA7E/bl6YnMBacV8/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE4MSqZNEI/AAAAAAAAA7E/bl6YnMBacV8/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544274400089027650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was taken not that long ago. It was on Atina's birthday where the theme was to wear black with any accent of pink on it. I had a pink bag and nails for the party. Here, I used Etude House nail polish which I previously also wore on JemJem's birthday (no pics showing the nails available).  The day after this debut, I also attended another friend's debut (Honey's) and wore the same color since I didn't remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE69lN5HwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ds4cHbi6nIM/s1600/148355_175605835784815_100000061988517_627154_2995222_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE69lN5HwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ds4cHbi6nIM/s320/148355_175605835784815_100000061988517_627154_2995222_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544277445906603778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(photo credit: Jon Lim(?)/Abby Tan (confused who took this); camera: Abby Tan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Atina's awesome debut, my friends surprised me by greeting me with cake, balloons, party hats and happy faces right on the 1 2th midnight of my birthday. I love them so much as I love this shade of pink! =) lol. I probably am going to put up a separate post on the surprise they had for me, some other time. Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE56H4UFAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/HWFpWO212BA/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE56H4UFAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/HWFpWO212BA/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544276286980232194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE56J4hyUI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Z9a73W8dPUE/s1600/8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE56J4hyUI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Z9a73W8dPUE/s320/8a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544276287518001474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE56VhpPeI/AAAAAAAAA7k/T0h-wYYaKwo/s1600/8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE56VhpPeI/AAAAAAAAA7k/T0h-wYYaKwo/s320/8b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544276290643246562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(photo by: Itiin Suson, camera: Patty Garces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday celebration a week after my actual birthday, I had yellow green nails, courtesy of Teep =) Second time I wore a similar shade of green. I just can get enough of green. Fun fact: My favorite color is green - as if it's not obvious enough. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE8dNXnpiI/AAAAAAAAA70/5NPrmEbaXiQ/s1600/DSC03619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE8dNXnpiI/AAAAAAAAA70/5NPrmEbaXiQ/s320/DSC03619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544279088772392482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE8dFF5QTI/AAAAAAAAA78/InXdqc358Fo/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPE8dFF5QTI/AAAAAAAAA78/InXdqc358Fo/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544279086550565170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is what I have right now, as I am currently typing this blog. I have mint green nails (green!!) with black polka dots I achieved by using a nail dotting pen. I'm so proud of my nails since I did everything on my own. It took me 2 hours to get everything done, and even with that two hours, my nails still look stupid, but whatevaaah. Haha I really have suckish hands with nail painting. That's why I always look for somebody to do my nails for me. Hahaha but this one, I did on my own, LA LA LA ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it, for now. I know that there's still much to come. I even still have a nail polish that I haven't used yet. I love colors ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bio"&gt;☮ and ♥,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6719513911223180918?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6719513911223180918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6719513911223180918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6719513911223180918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6719513911223180918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-kaleidoscope-dont-want-it-to-be.html' title='Like a kaleidoscope, don&apos;t want it to be over.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TPEvqPBObNI/AAAAAAAAA50/RDyGY2JZmd4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-1868845709433140076</id><published>2010-10-29T04:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T05:18:41.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parachutes and Airplanes</title><content type='html'>It's 4AM and I am wide awake. Probably cause I slept way to early and woke up at 12AM. Got stuck watching Sonny with A Chance on YouTube and my body fully decided to drop the sleepyness. And now it's 4AM and wide awake. I just cooked and ate my breakfast, and I'm in our living room with the laptop at hand and TV on with Transformers2 on HBO. Neh neh neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I figured, why not write a blog? I know I haven't written for the entire sem. Unbelievable crazyness juggling 3 freaking major subjects - Pharma, CHN, and MCN + tiring duty hours. Sighs. I'm just so happy - although in utter disbelief of how I did it - that I am over the 1st sem. Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I haven't mentioned that on my 2nd sem of my first year, I was made eligible to a 75% discount of the tuition we paid because of my grade average. Just yesterday, I was able to claim the refund, which was on cheque. HAHAHAH I can't believe how excited I was to get my first cheque - ever! And to know that I earned that from all the hard work and stressful nights trying to pass Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology, it was to me, a well deserved reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, looking back to my first sem of the second year, Hmm. It was a quite interesting semester. I did my duty hours for the first time ever, having had already 4 rotations to 4 different areas. I can't describe how being on duty exactly feels like. It's tiring and stressful to think about the paperworks but at the same time, I enjoyed being able to interact with my patient and with my seniors and juniors. The experience was unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had community duty which was stressful mainly due to the organizational activities we had to come up with. I ended up being the over all incharge of our group and it was definitely not a walk in the park. All the stressing, and thinking and supervising. But in the end though, we were able to put up an above average program which made everything worth it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience with Pharmacology, on the other hand was - unexpected. I have foreseen way before the subject started that I would suck at it. I don't like memorizing, much more about drug names that most of the time sound more alien-ish than anything else. But how everything turned out for me was beyond my expectations, and fortunately, in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I didn't notice that a former ANTM contestant was actually in Transformers 2!&lt;br /&gt;Ohkey, I'm drying up on things to say and I am losing interest. Kehbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TMnocfxgoRI/AAAAAAAAA5s/mFh02Ycgqm8/s1600/DSC02014+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TMnocfxgoRI/AAAAAAAAA5s/mFh02Ycgqm8/s400/DSC02014+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533209193464504594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-1868845709433140076?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/1868845709433140076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=1868845709433140076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1868845709433140076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1868845709433140076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/10/parachutes-and-airplanes.html' title='Parachutes and Airplanes'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TMnocfxgoRI/AAAAAAAAA5s/mFh02Ycgqm8/s72-c/DSC02014+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-554736720129721769</id><published>2010-09-01T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:53:11.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September 1, I go to Hogwarts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TH0yxDyNdDI/AAAAAAAAA5c/V34uXWdoR5M/s1600/004612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TH0yxDyNdDI/AAAAAAAAA5c/V34uXWdoR5M/s400/004612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511617337382237234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to find happiness every day, even in the smallest things. :)&lt;br /&gt;OH KAY. So this is how I look before I go to sleep. And NAO, I go to sleep. Goodnight =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-554736720129721769?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/554736720129721769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=554736720129721769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/554736720129721769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/554736720129721769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-try-to-find-happiness-every-day-even.html' title='September 1, I go to Hogwarts.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TH0yxDyNdDI/AAAAAAAAA5c/V34uXWdoR5M/s72-c/004612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3108219981732944707</id><published>2010-07-14T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:38:15.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deactivated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TD3ntgAEAHI/AAAAAAAAA5M/DI2TOnU72NM/s1600/9919_1267538930705_1296751608_797521_8025210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TD3ntgAEAHI/AAAAAAAAA5M/DI2TOnU72NM/s400/9919_1267538930705_1296751608_797521_8025210_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493801889332199538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just deactivated my Facebook account. Not that anyone actually cares. But it's just temporary. I need to set priorities and lately, I've been so lazy in trying to do well in my academics. I guess I'm just really tired. Of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish life has a deactivation option. That'd be nice to take a halt and just be able to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really tired. Really really tired. I am now once again questioning myself if I really want this.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3108219981732944707?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3108219981732944707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3108219981732944707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3108219981732944707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3108219981732944707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/07/deactivated.html' title='Deactivated.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TD3ntgAEAHI/AAAAAAAAA5M/DI2TOnU72NM/s72-c/9919_1267538930705_1296751608_797521_8025210_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7157496637109581592</id><published>2010-07-04T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T18:57:11.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret birthday wish.</title><content type='html'>I'm turning 18 on November. In the Filipino culture, a girl's 18th birthday is a big deal cause it marks the beginning of the "womanhood" years. So usually, debuts are celebrated grand. It's every Filipina teenager's dream to have an extravagant celebration. But I never cared about that.. what I've always wanted for my birthday is to travel somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I know now what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to fly to Manila or even go back to Hongkong for a shopping trip. And just plainly that. Shopping. ♥ Especially now the Forever 21 opened an outlet in Manila, the more I want to go. I imagine it just a 2 day, 1 night stay and me in the mall for the entire day. I'd love to be able to choose from stores that aren't here in Cebu like H&amp;amp;M, Forever 21, Zara. Yes, and that will make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know it can't and won't happen for now. lol. But once I get a job, I'll start saving up for a pure shopping trip as soon as I can. My first goal for my first paycheck. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7157496637109581592?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7157496637109581592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7157496637109581592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7157496637109581592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7157496637109581592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-secret-birthday-wish.html' title='My secret birthday wish.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-298172952363398074</id><published>2010-07-01T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:54:00.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action-Reaction</title><content type='html'>It’s two in the morning yet I could not find enough peace in me to put myself to sleep. Something happened recently that my mind just wouldn’t quit thinking about. You know, there will always be that point in our life when we’ll find ourselves disappointing ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the type of person who doesn’t respond well to pressure. This may be something I carried from my childhood when I was pressured to the maximum on the educational aspects to meet the financial capabilities of my family. I suffered back then, and those years being the supposed molding years of a school-age kid, that experience made me make up my mind on how I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there will be a first time for everything. It’s just that my first time for that something wasn’t a good experience. I did every possible wrong thing to do in that situation. But I’ve decided that in my life, I will leave no space for regrets so the way I took that experience was as a failure, I need to learn from it. I need to pick up whatever I know I did was wrong and correct it. I need to remember all the stupidity I did and engrave in my mind to never ever do it again. And I need to identify why that happened, what were the reasons why I failed epicly, so I can avoid them in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for once, I need to get rid of the nerves. I need to be able to keep a clear mind even when I find myself in a panic situation.. After that episode of my life, I was ashamed at myself. I was frustrated at disappointing them and mostly, myself. So now, I know I need to redeem myself. I have to prove to myself that I can do it, and when I prove that to myself, everything else follows. And instead of trying to hide away and get scared of that situation, I want to be able to face it head forward and prove that I can rise above it. I need to do better, next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this recent outburst of negative vibes, I realized that it is better for me to keep a journal. Of course I am free to talk about whatever I desire in here but there are some things that are too intimate to be discussed publicly. I actually wrote a more detailed version of this reflection in my old journal right after the incident, but I am also posting this here now so that you (if ever there is someone so outrageously bored reading this) can also learn from what I experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life must go on. As I always tell myself, “Life’s tough. But I’m tougher.”&lt;br /&gt;Namaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-298172952363398074?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/298172952363398074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=298172952363398074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/298172952363398074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/298172952363398074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/07/action-reaction.html' title='Action-Reaction'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6067587303254389447</id><published>2010-06-16T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:27:59.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL'S BACK</title><content type='html'>..and it means I have to apologize ahead for the foreseen blogging downtime. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6067587303254389447?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6067587303254389447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6067587303254389447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6067587303254389447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6067587303254389447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/06/schools-back.html' title='SCHOOL&apos;S BACK'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6092521325552865881</id><published>2010-06-13T12:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:04:39.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiped my brow and kept pushing through</title><content type='html'>Last weekend of my summer. *sighs. So, the other day was our capping and badging. People kept congratulating me for being able to get there but I seriously don't get the fuss about the event. And instead of Congratulations, I think the more appropriate greeting is, "I'm sorry for you", lol jk. But seriously though, all that I take from the capping and badging is that.. we are now being welcomed to the world of duties, extensions, and case studies. And GGB (gulong-gulong buhay). AHAHAY. Not exactly something I'm looking forward to, but what can I do? Life moves on forward, and fine, I'll take it. Hopefully, I make it out sane and whole. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBRiEiChjQI/AAAAAAAAA4k/m6gbohmt3cU/s1600/DSC09904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBRiEiChjQI/AAAAAAAAA4k/m6gbohmt3cU/s400/DSC09904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482114476413127938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And at the end of the event, we took a "class" picture. But it didn't quite make sense to me that they had us class pictured with our new classmates, our upcoming classmates.. whom I didn't know yet. Bummer since that class picture was supposed to mean something. I mean, that picture was supposed to remind me that I got there, and if it was a class picture with my BSN 1A - it would remind me of how I got there, how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; got there, all the struggles we all had together, all the things we did for each other, and all the people who were there with me and for me in the journey. And that we were able to get to that place together. It was with BSN 1A that I was able to get through every challenges that I needed to be able to have the cap on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBRkMEKszkI/AAAAAAAAA40/dJlJ8TKJdg0/s1600/28402_399678631865_575431865_4008628_7094600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBRkMEKszkI/AAAAAAAAA40/dJlJ8TKJdg0/s400/28402_399678631865_575431865_4008628_7094600_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482116804856565314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBRkV5Y_sBI/AAAAAAAAA48/0eVDp5k-HIo/s1600/28402_399678636865_575431865_4008629_4112811_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBRkV5Y_sBI/AAAAAAAAA48/0eVDp5k-HIo/s400/28402_399678636865_575431865_4008629_4112811_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482116973762424850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BSN 1A ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know we're also gonna have memories to share together with my BSN2 block eventually but, as for now, all I see in that picture are mostly strangers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBRjaDSBV5I/AAAAAAAAA4s/S_Kh_I1mDKY/s1600/DSC09894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBRjaDSBV5I/AAAAAAAAA4s/S_Kh_I1mDKY/s400/DSC09894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482115945625376658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSN 2B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway. I ran my second fun run this morning. Just 1.6K since I don't think I could make 7k alive. Hahaha. But it was still a fun experience. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBRkuYTKHCI/AAAAAAAAA5E/C6ByPbPWX34/s1600/28195_1498429062814_1296751608_1400410_7621323_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBRkuYTKHCI/AAAAAAAAA5E/C6ByPbPWX34/s400/28195_1498429062814_1296751608_1400410_7621323_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482117394376301602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've decided to proof read my posts properly from now on! Hahahaha to keep me from anymore unneeded shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for the day - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God Bless the Broken Road&lt;/span&gt; by Rascal Flatts.&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't listen to Rascal Flatts since country just doesn't click on me that much (well there are some awesome country songs, I admit) but the lyrics of this song is just plain beautiful. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6092521325552865881?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6092521325552865881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6092521325552865881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6092521325552865881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6092521325552865881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-wanted-sky-ill-write-across-sky.html' title='Wiped my brow and kept pushing through'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBRiEiChjQI/AAAAAAAAA4k/m6gbohmt3cU/s72-c/DSC09904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-4487600749576011356</id><published>2010-06-10T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:57:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own brand of Crabby Patty</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to a friend who has always supported me with my blogging. I am aware that almost no one reads my blog, lol, and having a person show appreciation for these pages and pages of some well thought of and some just out of boredom posts, really really means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patricia Ysabel Garces&lt;/span&gt;, thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;For being an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesum&lt;/span&gt; friend, a person I can always talk to about anything, and I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;, for being such a good source of good music suggestions, for having the same level of appreciation over things with me, for the support, for eating the dared &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puto&lt;/span&gt;s in our Uno game and most of all, for being the best "suckest" friend, everrr. You are awesome, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both mutually love so many things (ie. Harry Potter, good music, Glee!), it makes us click as friends, yes? And she'll always be one of the people who'll submit to my crazy ideas, like having our full names, which we both don't like that much, displayed on our Facebook accounts for one whole month! Hahaha I love you Crabby Patty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBDRROaxyFI/AAAAAAAAA4c/iiuQ2qDcQaQ/s1600/26837_1263933883942_1397608511_30687603_4054775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBDRROaxyFI/AAAAAAAAA4c/iiuQ2qDcQaQ/s400/26837_1263933883942_1397608511_30687603_4054775_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481110840368285778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, Patty left comments on my older posts, which kind of forced me to read some of the stuff I wrote before. Hahahahaha ohmygosh, I'm so sorry for the numerous typos! I usually don't proofread my posts. Well, sometimes I do, but as I repeatedly say, I am a nocturnal blogger, so by the time I proofread my posts, my brain is just half-awake, half-asleep. Hahaha it's embarrassing. And being the lazy face that I am, I didn't bother editing my typos I saw a while ago.. Naah, who cares about my posts anyway? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But re-reading my older blog posts made me realize the effectiveness of my blog, to myself. I got to read my insights months, and years ago. And it's always refreshing to be able to look back and feel the same feelings again. Hahaha it works for me, I even laughed at some silly posts I had like that idiotic post where I rhymed every sentence. Yes, I can be all sorts of crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu Ni No No.&lt;br /&gt;All for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-4487600749576011356?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/4487600749576011356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=4487600749576011356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4487600749576011356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4487600749576011356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-own-brand-of-crabby-patty.html' title='My own brand of Crabby Patty'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TBDRROaxyFI/AAAAAAAAA4c/iiuQ2qDcQaQ/s72-c/26837_1263933883942_1397608511_30687603_4054775_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7716320856557200039</id><published>2010-06-09T19:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:12:34.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catharsis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TA9-wEC_idI/AAAAAAAAA4M/RLN1BYkIaQo/s1600/GLEE+blogspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TA9-wEC_idI/AAAAAAAAA4M/RLN1BYkIaQo/s400/GLEE+blogspot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480738635718298066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, is true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gleek&lt;/span&gt; dedication. It's not easy waiting for 2-5 hours, but after I watched the episodes, that feeling of hope and happiness I get after Glee is beyond worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I just finished watching Glee's finale after our internet got freaking crappy, it initially had a 0.4kB/sec speed so I had to wait for 4 hours to get the episode finish downloading. But it was worth every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLEE. ♥&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I have become very attached to the show, it's hard for me to explain. I started crying on the first scene! And it went on and on and on. I don't care anymore how critics rate Glee's episode tonight (cause I'm usually keen on reading critic reviews of each episodes), all I know is that, Glee makes me very, very, very HAPPY. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much to say about the finale of Glee. Tina's speech about Facebook. Josh Groban (I have a hidden desire for this guy, LOL). Journey. Rachel and Finn. Faithfully (the EMOTION!). Don't Stop Believing♥. The rest of New Directions now having a part in DSB. Quinn's mom. Bohemian Rhapsody + Quinn. Puck's face during the delivery. Brittany in the waiting room (OMG, did anyone else see what she was doing?? HAHAHAHAHAH).  Beth. Sue's vote. Emma's rage.  New Direction's speeches. To Sir, With Love. Sue's heart. Somewhere over the rainbow. The friendships.. See you on September, again, Glee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about Glee, is that, although they are over-the-top dramatic (which I love, a breath of fresh air from the overly serious dramas on television nowadays), and everything, they still manage to produce quality story lines that hits you in the heart. Glee shows you what music can do, how music can go beyond and touch every soul. How music relates, that even if these characters are so different from each other, yet they all still have that common denominator, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;. And even if you know that it is all part in the script, music allows you to grasp and understand how the characters work and how they are feeling. That is Glee's advantage, the use of music to transcend boundaries and  enable people to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; feel&lt;/span&gt;. And above all, Glee has a heart. And humor (YES, BRITTANY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, maybe for someone who just watches Glee occasionally and just watches Glee for the performance numbers, the last episode may just be below expectations. But it was different for me. As a person who watched every single episode of Glee and took in every characters' story, the finale meant a lot for me. I watched it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by heart&lt;/span&gt;. During the entire 43 minutes and 16 seconds of it, there were flashbacks on the earlier days of Glee, when they were still a few of them, on how they all pretty much hated each other, on how Puck used to trap Artie in the comfort room and throw around Kurt in the dumpster. When Quinn was "the Queen" and Santana and Brit were her court. On how Rachel always wanted every single fucking solo and her mindset that she should be the only star. On how Finn hesitated to be vocal about his Glee club membership. On how Tina used to stutter. On how Kurt was just this weird gay kid who loves wearing expensive clothes and branded bags. On how Mercedes was just this fat black chic who thought she's in love with the weird gay kid. On how Artie felt like he was someone of no use and how he felt so misunderstood, that everyone thinks he was okay with their lack of consideration to his situation. On how Mike was just the "other Asian kid" who no one knew could dance so wickedly awesome. On how Sue was just this cold hearted bitch who didn't give a damn on anything other than her achievements. On how William was just this trophy husband who tried forgetting his dreams for the sake of his marriage. On how Emma was just a paranoid obsessive compulsive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean? For me, this episode showed their growth. How music enabled them to break free from status quo and express themselves. And how friendships that developed in the club allowed them to make themselves better. On how music showed these characters' other sides, the sides they try to hide. Look at them now, far more different from who they were, now powered by their dreams and aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just think of it this way. On Glee's Pilot, Don't Stop Believing was just sang mainly by Rachel and Finn. Now, Don't Stop Believing was about everybody in New Directions and their stories, on how to keep believing despite everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Glee, I just love them, I just love their message of optimism. In this world of chaos and disasters right now, we do need this ray of sunshine in our lives. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glee inspires&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sloppyfreakshowbabies.tumblr.com/post/679821891/my-heart-broke-a-little-in-this-scene"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TA-CPKe7w8I/AAAAAAAAA4U/fUVo3mMG2mM/s400/tumblr_l3quhg0wxo1qc6gxuo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480742468556932034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally letting my grandchildren watch this whole damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel: Break a leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finn: I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7716320856557200039?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7716320856557200039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7716320856557200039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7716320856557200039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7716320856557200039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-is-true-gleek-dedication.html' title='catharsis'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TA9-wEC_idI/AAAAAAAAA4M/RLN1BYkIaQo/s72-c/GLEE+blogspot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-2037945097339959697</id><published>2010-06-06T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:39:34.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what?</title><content type='html'>..if I spell awesome as "awesum"? Or yes as "yeas"? Or type "BAHAHAHA" instead of the usual Haha? lol, so what? It makes me happy, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I was friggin bored to the ground and wide awake at 4 AM earlier today. And here's how 4AM went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAu_0MGkBzI/AAAAAAAAA38/uHuH0WYWJKk/s1600/1+for+twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAu_0MGkBzI/AAAAAAAAA38/uHuH0WYWJKk/s400/1+for+twitter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479684274949195570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAu_-C4qJ4I/AAAAAAAAA4E/M0SHeGjzru8/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAu_-C4qJ4I/AAAAAAAAA4E/M0SHeGjzru8/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479684444273649538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a couple of sharpies, coloring pens and that silly old awesome looking camera that never works anymore, it made my boring sleepless dawn a creative early morning activity. lol. But I should try to get back to a normal person's sleep time since school is once again coming faster than you can say ova parasite entamoeba histolytica. Hihihi. I'm enrolling myself tomorrow, *sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Chords of Strength, though. Yey! But I still didn't move a single page in my Sherlock Holmes book, which has more than 800 pages waiting for me. Rarrr. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of things to talk about. But this is good, atleast I still blog often. When school gets in, I'm sure blogging would go back down lower numbers in my list of priorities. Nu ni no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-2037945097339959697?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/2037945097339959697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=2037945097339959697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2037945097339959697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2037945097339959697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-what.html' title='So what?'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAu_0MGkBzI/AAAAAAAAA38/uHuH0WYWJKk/s72-c/1+for+twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-5794272589266109425</id><published>2010-06-05T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:00:37.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKIEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAkhtS9mb5I/AAAAAAAAA3U/GEvhMHQZmtM/s1600/Gizmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAkhtS9mb5I/AAAAAAAAA3U/GEvhMHQZmtM/s400/Gizmo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478947483740958610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH. I was looking through a forgotten album in my Photobucket account when I saw this. This was pure awesomeness. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 4 Week of AI9 (May 6, 2008 - US Time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta's numbers: 1-866-IDOLS-04 / 1-866-IDOLS-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did get to vote. It had very busy lines, but I got in a couple of times. Hahaha. I did this only for two episodes. Top4 and Top3. I was happy whichever wins in the finale so I chose to not vote cause although I loved Archie with all my heart, I knew Cook deserved it more than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESUMM. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-5794272589266109425?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/5794272589266109425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=5794272589266109425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5794272589266109425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5794272589266109425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/06/ohmygosh.html' title='LOOKIEE.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAkhtS9mb5I/AAAAAAAAA3U/GEvhMHQZmtM/s72-c/Gizmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-2545111751717080860</id><published>2010-06-04T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:51:39.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAjzj45Pa-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/WzCTucXfYZw/s1600/nlogcollage+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAjzj45Pa-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/WzCTucXfYZw/s400/nlogcollage+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478896744589650914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This made me happy today, I seriously thought I'd be getting my hands on this book weeks after the original release day. And look at that, 2 days after the release date. Wooot :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done reading it. And I'm amazed at how much stories there are that we don't know yet. And reading the book, it's like, David materializing in by bed telling stories about his life and accomplishments. I like how he writes it so casually, it's as if we're just having a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me happy how he mentioned the Philippine concert in his Top 3 tours. =)&lt;br /&gt;LA LA LA~&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/1142932473633028853-2545111751717080860?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/2545111751717080860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=2545111751717080860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2545111751717080860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2545111751717080860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/06/optimism.html' title='Optimism'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAjzj45Pa-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/WzCTucXfYZw/s72-c/nlogcollage+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-4096239609513797732</id><published>2010-06-02T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:53:07.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SRSLY,</title><content type='html'>Some people need to work on their originality. I don't know if they're aware of it, or maybe they're just sponges who easily absorbs to what their environment's doings/sayings/mannerisms.. but sometimes it pisses me off. Just saying.. .. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-4096239609513797732?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/4096239609513797732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=4096239609513797732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4096239609513797732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4096239609513797732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/06/srsly.html' title='SRSLY,'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-4167867592803904596</id><published>2010-06-02T22:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:50:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WANT THE FUNK, NA NA NA NA NA.</title><content type='html'>OLAA. I was bored. And I just finished watching Glee Episode 21 - Funk. Glee is like my total guilty pleasure. Anywaaayy, I really loved the episode. For those who keeps track with Glee's latest episodes like me, I have to tell you, this one right here, was unsurprised with the new Rachel-Jesse romance direction. I still love Jesse, tho. But more than that, PUCK still enchants my fancy. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but tonight's episode was so freakin gooood. Especially the finale number, where Vocal Adrenaline totally got served. You have to watch it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spuffina.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZytkI-2TI/AAAAAAAAA2c/1cwf5oxPYrc/s400/tumblr_l3e6e3YOBL1qzl9k5o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478192123863816498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;See you punks at regionals&lt;/span&gt;" - Puck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Glee season 1 officially ends next week. Boo. But thank you, Glee for entertaining me. May Season 2 be as great as Glee already is. Be back soon, K? I'll miss you. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. To other things. We watched Sex and the City earlier today. FREAKING AWESOME. We just couldn't shold our laughters. Every 3 minutes, something just tickles our souls. Must watch, it'll make your brain sparkle. And Mr. Big, oh, Mr. Big ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to more news. I was bored earlier waiting for Glee to finish downloading, so.. I've decided to take pictures of my room! LOL, yes. And since it's here, I'll just go show it to you. Welcome, to my world. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZ16n130NI/AAAAAAAAA2k/e-cNqzGcQSA/s1600/DSC09738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZ16n130NI/AAAAAAAAA2k/e-cNqzGcQSA/s320/DSC09738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478195646730588370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZ3MWCLE9I/AAAAAAAAA2s/kx7KD6yNsWU/s1600/DSC09742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZ3MWCLE9I/AAAAAAAAA2s/kx7KD6yNsWU/s320/DSC09742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478197050699617234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZ3y1r5_oI/AAAAAAAAA20/R_Pt0CA4Waw/s1600/DSC09746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZ3y1r5_oI/AAAAAAAAA20/R_Pt0CA4Waw/s320/DSC09746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478197712031186562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already a bit different than how it looked like when I first moved in the room. It's got more stuff now. Here, so you can compare, I actually made a short virtual tour video of my room back then. This was to prove to a friend that my room is waaay neater than hers. lol. See it here - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJE1XoHZTxY"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, as much as possible, and as much as time and energy allows, I try to keep my room clean all the time. But it's much more messier during the months I have classes since I don't have time to fix my bed in the mornings. My blanket and sheets are basically left scattered. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZ4eAD1sKI/AAAAAAAAA28/XXTSaj37jVs/s1600/DSC09753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZ4eAD1sKI/AAAAAAAAA28/XXTSaj37jVs/s320/DSC09753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478198453550297250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY. So that's my room. And lastly, I'd like to introduce you to some of my friends. They can be found in my now-office #2 since office #1 is my room now, thanks to wifi. :) Here, met them at Disneyland Hongkong. Aren't they the cutesttt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZ5VC4cpbI/AAAAAAAAA3E/EWWAIkau_CQ/s1600/DSC09736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZ5VC4cpbI/AAAAAAAAA3E/EWWAIkau_CQ/s320/DSC09736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478199399200630194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahaha that's all for now. TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-4167867592803904596?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/4167867592803904596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=4167867592803904596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4167867592803904596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4167867592803904596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-want-funk-na-na-na-na-na.html' title='WE WANT THE FUNK, NA NA NA NA NA.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/TAZytkI-2TI/AAAAAAAAA2c/1cwf5oxPYrc/s72-c/tumblr_l3e6e3YOBL1qzl9k5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-4480821274930909472</id><published>2010-05-23T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:09:13.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINE FRESH FIERCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S_kzPEGvwTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/tH3SvKJmGAU/s1600/29745_1473589401838_1296751608_1328139_3006401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S_kzPEGvwTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/tH3SvKJmGAU/s400/29745_1473589401838_1296751608_1328139_3006401_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474463155938640178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there. Haven't been blogging for a while. LOL, not that anyone cares. I know there's not that much people interested in reading over my rants.. but I don't mind, cause I have already established and made myself agree that this blog was not made to be read, it was made to be written. This isn't for anyone else, but me.. the future me. Hello future me. But I also greatly appreciate those who still continue on reading this piece of nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so. We got the house on WiFi now. Hahaha but I change the password very often every now and then cause apprently, my neighbors are so smart, the can join in our wifi line. I know cause I see the speed slow down, every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its good for me since it helps the nocturnal blogger in me. Hahaha. I can get online easier, whenever I want without having to leave my room. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. future me, let's talk about presents me's life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer school just ended. And boy. Summer sem was fucking tiriiing. I had Health Assessment for my major subject and Philosophy and Physics lecture and lab for my minors. It was craaazy. Health Assessment alone, needed much time for me to digest the terms and the skills needed. And you add Physics, which I now have NO CLUE about, and Philosophy to the chaos = major stressor. In HA, we even got 2 days exposure to the area where we had to actually assess an actual client. Not easy. With all the nerves and wanting to do things right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in that exposure, doubts began to fill me. It was then that I realize that, (as bad as this sounds), I don't actually care about the patient. It's not the patient my mind wants, it's their disease. I realized I'm more inclined on knowing about the client's diagnosis that give a bull about the patient. I don't know.. .. .. I'm once again left to require more time thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keh. I was supposed to talk more but this is getting boring. Future me, I'll be back once I get the interest too. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-4480821274930909472?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/4480821274930909472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=4480821274930909472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4480821274930909472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4480821274930909472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/05/fine-fresh-fierce.html' title='FINE FRESH FIERCE'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S_kzPEGvwTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/tH3SvKJmGAU/s72-c/29745_1473589401838_1296751608_1328139_3006401_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6685964793504487335</id><published>2010-05-09T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:51:35.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Runnn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S-YxAd2eRzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rRm7fJfxKrY/s1600/DSC09134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S-YxAd2eRzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rRm7fJfxKrY/s400/DSC09134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469112681570912050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First run ever, and it was funn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;04/08/2010 SRP Sundown Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6685964793504487335?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6685964793504487335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6685964793504487335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6685964793504487335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6685964793504487335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-runnn.html' title='Fun Runnn.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S-YxAd2eRzI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rRm7fJfxKrY/s72-c/DSC09134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-1624121027450448685</id><published>2010-04-10T18:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:22:11.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Never Knew About Hongkong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S8BeVXpqHHI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Hzr6eR2IxbA/s1600/25853_1422142115688_1296751608_1207275_2106702_n+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S8BeVXpqHHI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Hzr6eR2IxbA/s400/25853_1422142115688_1296751608_1207275_2106702_n+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458466469592046706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. It is amazingly cold in Hongkong, with massive visible fog! Well maybe it was just during our stay there since it was supposedly the melting season in mainland China and it was early Spring season. But on our 3rd day, we could already feel the heat setting in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Their airport is freaking ginormous! In comparison, our airport is probably just a corner in theirs. And it's as if it's shopping mall, with designer brand botiques everywhere you turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. 7-11 outlets are everywhere! Every corner, every street, every road. It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Most cars you can see on the roads are luxury cars. I'm talking about BMW, Benz, Audi, Lambourghini, Mini Cooper, Ferrari. Name it, they got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. The roads are mostly bridges. Even underwater tunnels that run more than 2 kilometers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. It's easy to navigate through the streets (I'm talking about walking - shopping). Their roads are mainly straights and predictable right turns and left turns that all lead to the main road unlike here in Cebu where roads go here and there and there that leads here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. They have sound effects for the Go sign and Stop signs in crossing the streets. It's actually fun having it around. Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Subways are huuuuuge. One exit leads to a street so far from another exit. Finally was able to ride an underground train (MTR) and it's actually a lot easier and more convenient that I thought it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Ladies' Market vendors are ruthless when it comes to bargaining!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. I now understand why many would like to just go to Hongkong ang shop. Hongkong shopping district will make you wish you were ultra mega rich and will leave you wanting moooorre. And! It really is actually cheaper there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-1624121027450448685?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/1624121027450448685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=1624121027450448685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1624121027450448685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1624121027450448685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-things-i-never-knew-about-hongkong.html' title='10 Things I Never Knew About Hongkong'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S8BeVXpqHHI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Hzr6eR2IxbA/s72-c/25853_1422142115688_1296751608_1207275_2106702_n+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6729923063540618177</id><published>2010-04-10T17:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:16:28.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S8BPx65I4mI/AAAAAAAAA18/mfHypkRCI2o/s1600/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S8BPx65I4mI/AAAAAAAAA18/mfHypkRCI2o/s400/edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458450467414139490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A land that brings out the kid in you. A place I would love to live in, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6729923063540618177?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6729923063540618177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6729923063540618177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6729923063540618177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6729923063540618177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S8BPx65I4mI/AAAAAAAAA18/mfHypkRCI2o/s72-c/edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6449671779671333049</id><published>2010-04-09T13:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:49:24.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S79oEMlF-TI/AAAAAAAAA1k/BIFFioYIgh0/s1600/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S79oEMlF-TI/AAAAAAAAA1k/BIFFioYIgh0/s400/edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458195694701902130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S79oToZhKWI/AAAAAAAAA1s/qBHM2u2JZHA/s1600/edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S79oToZhKWI/AAAAAAAAA1s/qBHM2u2JZHA/s400/edit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458195959867582818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Tussaud's wax museum in Hong Kong. It was fun going around, all giddy and starstruked as if they were actually there for real. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6449671779671333049?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6449671779671333049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6449671779671333049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6449671779671333049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6449671779671333049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/04/align-center.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S79oEMlF-TI/AAAAAAAAA1k/BIFFioYIgh0/s72-c/edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-5713884250107994095</id><published>2010-03-24T15:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:34:53.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREADHEADS.</title><content type='html'>Everyone who knows me is aware of how much an Idol junkie I am. Especially Ai7. I just truly loved the personality of their batch. All so talented people at so different ways. There was just too much of Ai7 to be left forgotten. So whenever they come out here in the Philippines, much more Cebu, we really try to do our best to show our love for them by coming out for their shows. And lately, it has been very convinient that tour producers are now starting to include our very own Cebu in their itenerary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Jason Castro (American Idol 7, Top 4) did a couple of Ayala mall shows in the Philippines. And happily, they did include Ayala Center Cebu, now. Which is awesome cause you know, us Cebuanos, have always been proud of our Cebu and it's amazing to know that lately, other people are also starting to notice the Cebuano crowd. Anyway, so Feliz Karen and I (Team Awesome, as we dub ourselves) decided to show some love for Castro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew that the event would be held on The Terraces' outdoor stage, (which is again awesome, since of all mall shows he did, it was only in Cebu where he played at an outdoor venue). We didn't have passes for the concert cause we're not that blessed on the financial aspect but we tried our best to make the most out of the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came earlier cause we didn't have sure seats and we still have yet to plan where to situate ourselves. While Feliz and I were sitting at the stairs directly infront of the stage trying to figure things out, I noticed an entourage of tall, foreign people and there goes, Jason Castro casually walking by behind the stage getting inside the restaurant located also at The Terraces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S6nIfnp_HhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/lS-0qd4ANKs/s1600/DSC06972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S6nIfnp_HhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/lS-0qd4ANKs/s320/DSC06972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452109269455281682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And luckily, there was this coffeeshop which was located at the back of the stage where the smoking/outdoor seats had amazing view of the stage. We decided to just stay there and grab some drinks for the sake of not getting them shoo us off. We were there when Jason did the soundcheck. After the soundcheck, we were in awe that he (along with the entourage) entered the mall. We didn't follow them cause we were concerned we won't get those amazing seats back so we reamained in the coffeeshop but word around the grapevine was, he did some shopping inside the mall. Hahahaha. Look at this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the event started. And Jason was Jason, being great at what he's good at. He sang around 8 songs including some crowd favorites from American Idol. But I guess I'm not mistaken if I say that the song people enjoyed the most was his first single, Let's Just Fall In Love Again. I love how calm Jason's aura is, and it gets through when he performs. You can just feel the calmness and the sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S6nJVCQh9cI/AAAAAAAAA0s/GRZYeZSu5H0/s1600/DSC07036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S6nJVCQh9cI/AAAAAAAAA0s/GRZYeZSu5H0/s400/DSC07036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452110187129337282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, they held the meet and greet (which was basically just a, Hi-*smile to the camera*-bye), and CD signing on stage. We didn't leave our spot and with our combined Team Awesome efforts, we were able to catch Jason's attention with our signages and constant calling out his name, which further lead to an amazing, fun and quirky "side" Question and Answer portion with Jason Castro, which he, without hesitations, replied to. Here's a video mash-up of what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l65LqS10ZQk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l65LqS10ZQk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funnn! And what was amazing was how Jason was so completely game with it. And when we asked if we could have a picture with him, he did ask Ayala's official photographer to take a picture of us with him (he came to our side). Jason just loved his fans so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also got to meet and say hi to Mandy, Jason's wife. And to Rene, Jason's dad, who with think was bedazzled we recognized him cause he gave us this astonished looked when we were constantly calling his name. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S6nMCAc1okI/AAAAAAAAA00/io4_QEW2rHs/s1600/DSC06979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S6nMCAc1okI/AAAAAAAAA00/io4_QEW2rHs/s400/DSC06979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452113158761456194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S6nNSXLPMII/AAAAAAAAA08/zL7npPnjIoU/s1600/DSC07008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S6nNSXLPMII/AAAAAAAAA08/zL7npPnjIoU/s320/DSC07008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452114539251183746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was just beyond great! It was awesomely awesome. Cause that's what Team Awesome is. We try our best to have a more personal encounter with these people. Cause it's just amazing to be able to witness where they are right now when we actually saw what their lives were before the whole American Idol thing started and how they tried to prove theirselves week by week and show improvement as an artist. To be able to see and be somehow part of it, is just plain amazeballs! And that's why we love these people so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO TEAM CASTRO.&lt;br /&gt;GO TEAM AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;CASTRO'S ARE AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-5713884250107994095?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/5713884250107994095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=5713884250107994095&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5713884250107994095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5713884250107994095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreadheads.html' title='DREADHEADS.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S6nIfnp_HhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/lS-0qd4ANKs/s72-c/DSC06972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-9114627502860590929</id><published>2010-03-24T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:47:03.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO SWEET SUMMER</title><content type='html'>I've been completely forgetful about this blog since like, forever. It's not that it's something I did on volition. But things to do just keeps adding up every freaking time while I was still on school. Crazy crazy crazy times, it's even a blessing I finally made it out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's not the same for me anymore since my course has a required summer semester so summer for me is as short as three weeks, then back to school, then summer part 2 for three more weeks. Sucks. But hey, at least I still get the cash during those heat days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been happening. I never get the time to blog anymore. Or read, for leisure. There was just this one month that I've been feeling a slight insomnia so I do some nocturnal reading to stimulate my brain to go shut down. But, there have been some memorable things.. which yes, I am planning to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am ending this blog so I can make a separate post on one freakishly awesome experience. 'Till next blog! :) I miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oohh, if anyone was wondering (which I highly doubt), I do have a tumblr. But it's never updated. I love tumblr and the tumblr people but I only use my account to comment and appreciate tumblr posts. I'm not into the tumblarity thing or whatnot cause I can barely keep this blog updated. But Yup, ok, let's move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-9114627502860590929?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/9114627502860590929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=9114627502860590929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/9114627502860590929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/9114627502860590929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-sweet-summer.html' title='HELLO SWEET SUMMER'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3063476068744245017</id><published>2010-02-07T18:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:36:35.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JABBAFIED :)</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love these masked men? I'm not a dancer so I am not able appreciate the art as much as a dancer puts passion in his craft. But nevertheless, I am capable of acknowledging good dancing. But the thing about Jabbawockeez is, the way they mark their performances with awesomeness is just so simple, anyone can understand. It just simply reaches out to everyone. You don't have to be technical or whatever to fully grasp the beauty of their performance, it's just by seeing it, you can digest its magnificence right there and then. Plus, I'm really proud of having some Filipinos on the crew. Such awesome crew. Their humor that they inject to every dance, let's their heart shine through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I heard Jabbawockeez, along with Kris Allen (who was my bet on AI8, even before everyone else realized the possibility of him grabbing the crown. ) and Boyce Avenue was going to have a concert here in Cebu, I immediately wanted to go buy the tickets. But due to some circumstances, it became clear to me that I couldn't go and see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God loves me He's given me a chance to at least see all of them, unmasked. The day they were arriving in Cebu, they were going to have a press conference at SM Northwing Atrium. Not many knew about it so I knew there wasn't gonna be that much people. So Feliz and I decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S26U-PnxKtI/AAAAAAAAA0U/GwUdVIWw1g8/s1600-h/DSC06333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S26U-PnxKtI/AAAAAAAAA0U/GwUdVIWw1g8/s320/DSC06333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435445597348899538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S26Vsn1BWZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/AKsbNbI79CE/s1600-h/DSC06347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S26Vsn1BWZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/AKsbNbI79CE/s320/DSC06347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435446394120919442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And so we were able to see them :) But only for a distance though cause the area closer to the stage was fenced off and was exclusive to media only, since, by sense, it was a press con. The press con ended in less than an hour. I thought that was going to be it.. But things got better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z86ZGbacmlk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z86ZGbacmlk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wasn't able to go see them perform live but the experiece of gaving them stand up just 5 inches away from you, I guess, would suffice ♥ I know there's going to be next time. And next time for sure, I am never ever ever going to miss it for my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3063476068744245017?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3063476068744245017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3063476068744245017&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3063476068744245017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3063476068744245017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/02/jabbafied.html' title='JABBAFIED :)'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S26U-PnxKtI/AAAAAAAAA0U/GwUdVIWw1g8/s72-c/DSC06333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-8472479130226179576</id><published>2010-01-18T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:14:46.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh wow,</title><content type='html'>I previewed my previous blog post (down below) when I noticed my sidebar didn't have my right age. I changed my template to credit my rightful age when I realized that I was actually just 14 when I started this whole thing out. That long already. :) But I was actually a better blogger when I was 15-16 since I still had the time to read books and educate myself with new vocabularies and was able to make more eloquent blogs back then. I wish I could get some time to hit back to the books. I really miss having my mind wander over to places I've never been with the power of words and vivid descriptions. Oh well, I'll try to find time for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Glee won a Golden Globe. Yey, I haven't mentioned it yet but I actually liked watching the first half of Glee's first season. I found it weird before (the plot and the scripts) but I eventually got used to it and the music they offered was enough to suffice the entertainment value. On that note, I also have not blogged it up that for the past months, torrents have been my drug. Hahaha. And Robert Downey, Jr. won an award, too and gave out the most ass kicking acceptance speech of all. Hahaha Iron Man, Sherlock Holmes, you know, Robert Downey, Jr already grew in me. Love him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop with the chatter. I got studying to do. Midtermssss, suckish.&lt;br /&gt;Bye-eee :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-8472479130226179576?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/8472479130226179576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=8472479130226179576&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8472479130226179576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8472479130226179576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-wow.html' title='oh wow,'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-8727479657296842058</id><published>2010-01-18T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:04:26.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toxic, static.</title><content type='html'>I know I was never poetic. But I'll try to give a shot on this a real quick. But I have to warn you, please pardon my lyric. I know this is going to be illogic. You dont have to be a psychic to know what I am doing is idiotic. Hahahaha, call me pathetic. This is what happens when boredom makes you sick. You get up and try to do something, like an antic. Go ahead and be my critic. Take your time, as I try to come up with a topic. Trying to think about something that can be so rhythmic, but I can't think of anything other than a toothpick. Well, isn't that cool, mumbling about something that is obviously basic. You can tell I am waaaay out of things to do, it's tragic. Did you hear that song from Paramore that goes Brick by Boring Brick? Listen to it and it'll give your ears a kick. Yea, please bring me back my logic. Hey, what about a lipstick? It's not only used for purposes of cosmetic, you can use it to draw out some graphic. Hahaha, classic. I can tell I sound moronic. But what can I do, I wish I could just do some magic. Then, I'd do rad things, that would be so epic. Try learning some technique, then cut myself into half would be fantastic. But I guess I'll need a standby medic. Hahaha, I should stop this its making me brain sick. Didn't think this would be one fun gimmick. Words in my mind are having a traffic. Oh, I thought of another word, it's music. Let's sound it up, gimme some drumstick. The beat of the music, I'll try to mimic. I think I should stop this before I get frantic. I can't think of words no more, but here comes another one: plastic. Hahaha, let's stop this, the publish botton, I shall give a click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S1P50WV5geI/AAAAAAAAA0M/vI5PfoiX08s/s1600-h/20339_1320562696266_1296751608_944876_8236722_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S1P50WV5geI/AAAAAAAAA0M/vI5PfoiX08s/s400/20339_1320562696266_1296751608_944876_8236722_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427956653657522658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-8727479657296842058?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/8727479657296842058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=8727479657296842058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8727479657296842058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8727479657296842058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/01/toxic-static.html' title='toxic, static.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S1P50WV5geI/AAAAAAAAA0M/vI5PfoiX08s/s72-c/20339_1320562696266_1296751608_944876_8236722_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-435520355325855814</id><published>2010-01-16T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:38:14.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL OF THESE LINES ACROSS MY FACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ainako.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S1G-2wnypUI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qkGMGUZJtSY/s400/tumblr_kvtkxtm8lE1qa3emao1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427328873932170562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMYGOD. Have you heard about what hit Haiti? You know, I have never actually known anything about the country, aside from that Haitian I-turn-your-power-off-when-I'm-around on Heroes guy. But really. Things are getting scarier and scarier. Just a couple of months ago, the world was tuned in to the Philippines as global help was coming to help the country recover from Ondoy. And now, Haiti. By now, we should know that anything can happen, anytime, anywhere so we should learn to thank every morning for the brand new day and before going to bed for having been able to get through the day without harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it pricks my conscience cause lately, I have been super lazy. Wasting time for nonsense. I keep procrastinating when I should value every single minute God has given me. I have been neglective. And I already feel I have suffered a bit from it, with my conscience alone. It makes me hate myself, cause I should've known better. That's why I'm gonna make up for all these. I just want to make something good out of all the time I have. Temptation, get away from me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no regrets, though. It was a learning experience. I hope it hit me hard this time so I won't keep doing it in the future. Dear God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next blogging, byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-435520355325855814?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/435520355325855814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=435520355325855814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/435520355325855814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/435520355325855814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-of-these-lines-across-my-face.html' title='ALL OF THESE LINES ACROSS MY FACE'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S1G-2wnypUI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qkGMGUZJtSY/s72-c/tumblr_kvtkxtm8lE1qa3emao1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-2149600688226928735</id><published>2010-01-07T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:25:22.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND SO IT GOES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S0Xe1dkPbiI/AAAAAAAAAz0/08JyfLCE7v8/s1600-h/tumblr_kvtu1rjFnl1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S0Xe1dkPbiI/AAAAAAAAAz0/08JyfLCE7v8/s400/tumblr_kvtu1rjFnl1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423986336288697890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I feel so stupid right now. I want to study but I want to procrastinate more. I just don't feel that motivated. May the Lord Almighty help my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been using tumblr graphics since a couple of months back. I like the influx of creativity in tumblr. Nice job, tumblr people! :) I didn't actually link the graphics to the sites of the owners but I never erased or whatever-ed their sites that are on the image. So if you want to discover more about the makes, just take a closer look at the picture, or zoom it, you'll see the name of the tumblr site in which it came from :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, btw, I met David Archuleta :'')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S0XflKDL88I/AAAAAAAAAz8/dIwr7PcXiuo/s1600-h/DSC06155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S0XflKDL88I/AAAAAAAAAz8/dIwr7PcXiuo/s400/DSC06155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423987155683505090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-2149600688226928735?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/2149600688226928735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=2149600688226928735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2149600688226928735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2149600688226928735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-it-goes.html' title='AND SO IT GOES.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/S0Xe1dkPbiI/AAAAAAAAAz0/08JyfLCE7v8/s72-c/tumblr_kvtu1rjFnl1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7518813833296150343</id><published>2009-12-31T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:11:26.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHENOMENOLOGY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SzzJCxDPNeI/AAAAAAAAAzs/HRjtRxet7K4/s1600-h/happy_new_year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SzzJCxDPNeI/AAAAAAAAAzs/HRjtRxet7K4/s400/happy_new_year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421429100811072994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really did not intend to write something up for the new year. But then I was reminded that we are not only celebrating a new year. We are also celbrating the culmination of the decade of 2000. Goodbye, '00! Thank you for all the memories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenology. I truly believe that a person is what he is today because of the phenomenas of his life. I believe I am my understanding of who I am right at this very moment because of the events that has occured in my life. The past decade has been very very.. interesting. I have had my shares of challenges and high moments. I have been hurt, happy, depressed, confused, enlightened, excited, nervous, bitchy, resentful. And I thank you, '00 for that. I would have never been able to grasp who I am today if it weren't for the things that you let me go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decade of my life has passed, I am looking forward for this new one. I am up for your challenges, '10! And may we be able to produce good music. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.. there are just things I'd like to enumerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST 2009,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cut my hair twice. I graduated highschool. I faced college. I made new friends. I went to Boracay. I learned who my true friends are. I established my love for airplanes. I was more independent. I went to Manila with two of my super friends. Went to see David Cook live. Went to see David Archuleta live. Got injected for four times! I wasn't that much of an active blogger. My love for shopping went to another level. I turned seventeen. Gave a thousand hugs. Bought a phone with my own money. Finally learned how to locate my radial pulse. Learned that organic chemistry wasn't so bad. Celebrated the 1 year and 11 months of knowing D. Started wearing a certain gray baller. Embraced the geniusness of torrents. Loved MTV. Got addicted to Twitter. Ice skated for the first time in my life! Et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, 09. THANK YOU, '00s. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7518813833296150343?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7518813833296150343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7518813833296150343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7518813833296150343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7518813833296150343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/12/phenomenology.html' title='PHENOMENOLOGY'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SzzJCxDPNeI/AAAAAAAAAzs/HRjtRxet7K4/s72-c/happy_new_year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-688598211264790951</id><published>2009-12-28T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:31:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, 2009 :)</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating much lately. I apologize for that.. to anyone who actually needs my apology. Hahaha. There has just been a lot to do and spend my time on whether I'd like it or not. Life's a buzz. But anyway. Before the good year ends, I'd like to do quick mentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was awesome. Problems and downfalls included. In summation, it was a good year. Finally graduated this year. And finally started with college this year. The word had it's share if issues this year, but in the end, it was still a good year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SziW_1IT2jI/AAAAAAAAAzk/cgZaAJv71ys/s1600-h/tumblr_kv7fa6wdGi1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SziW_1IT2jI/AAAAAAAAAzk/cgZaAJv71ys/s400/tumblr_kv7fa6wdGi1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420248174878251570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-688598211264790951?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/688598211264790951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=688598211264790951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/688598211264790951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/688598211264790951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-2009.html' title='Thank you, 2009 :)'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SziW_1IT2jI/AAAAAAAAAzk/cgZaAJv71ys/s72-c/tumblr_kv7fa6wdGi1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-8397026733233589131</id><published>2009-11-11T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:15:23.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when people become abusive. I am genereally a giving person. I don't mind sharing as long as I know the person tried his best to do his part. I really, seriously, don't mind. Cause I like helping out. But what I don't like is people just relying on you, benefitting from you when they're not even trying. It's starting to get in my nerves. I am doing my damn best to get this and that and all they do is ride-on to it. Won't you at least give a mother fucking try? But in the long run, it's gonna be your loss. You're gonna end up completing something without actually learning. Which is basically just a trophy worth of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you start learning to stand with your own two feet. It's not gonna be forever someone's gonna be there for you. Time will come, you're gonna have to be on your own. I hope you'll be able to stand that. I sympathize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this blog is mostly hypothetically spoken.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just airing out. K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-8397026733233589131?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/8397026733233589131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=8397026733233589131&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8397026733233589131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8397026733233589131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-it-when-people-become-abusive.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-4016486535889449575</id><published>2009-11-03T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:16:25.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Su_WhTRgVcI/AAAAAAAAAzc/rUEqcgNdcuM/s1600-h/tumblr_ksc0gsWw6Y1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Su_WhTRgVcI/AAAAAAAAAzc/rUEqcgNdcuM/s400/tumblr_ksc0gsWw6Y1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399770345838237122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything happens.. for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds too cliché and overused. But yes, everything does happen for a reason. Whether obvious or obscure, there is always a reason behind everything. There maybe instances when we point and accuse coincidences for certain circumstances.  But no, there is and will always be a reason. Just that, it's not always presented in front of us at that exact moment. Often, the future is assigned a keeper of these reasons. As much as there is a reason for everything, there is a time for everything. There is a perfect time for a reason to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that time comes, everything will just.. click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-4016486535889449575?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/4016486535889449575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=4016486535889449575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4016486535889449575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4016486535889449575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/11/reasons.html' title='reasons.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Su_WhTRgVcI/AAAAAAAAAzc/rUEqcgNdcuM/s72-c/tumblr_ksc0gsWw6Y1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3302391832633518894</id><published>2009-11-02T19:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:24:55.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M-POSSIBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sweetmave.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Su7ADUwo7zI/AAAAAAAAAzU/cz5tWNHb2ik/s400/tumblr_kriag2wfh21qzr04eo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399464166608662322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that one good deed a day can lift the world's status of goodness. We keep doing this, and in years time, maybe we'll be looking at a world not so far from what we accept as ideal. Maybe. Life is full of possibilities. Let's grab every opportunity towards prosperity :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a dialogue. One that has been going on for decades. You are, I am just one voice to this colossal dialogue comprised of the rest of the astronomical number of voices. The dialogue that lead us to civilization, to the discovery of computers, nuclear bombs, radiation. Let's keep this going and who knows, soon, this very dialogue will bring us to the much awaited, much anticipated cure for cancer, to time machines, to anything that we, at present, view as superficial. It may seem absurd but nothing is impossible. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M-POSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I would just like to do a quick mention. Mr. Jason Mraz, thank you for the enlightenment, new ideas and inspiration you have and will continue to be sharing to me and to the rest of the world. You are the epitome of optimism. Truly, you are and will forever be, my unparalleled spiritual guru, whether you are unaware of it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this, Namaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3302391832633518894?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3302391832633518894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3302391832633518894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3302391832633518894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3302391832633518894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-big.html' title='I&apos;M-POSSIBLE'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Su7ADUwo7zI/AAAAAAAAAzU/cz5tWNHb2ik/s72-c/tumblr_kriag2wfh21qzr04eo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3543208869015018631</id><published>2009-10-22T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:14:15.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ten million fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hollyyy.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Su6-2eww0nI/AAAAAAAAAzM/LftILqw_C8w/s400/tumblr_krkerp3J7h1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399462846443606642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know, I am convinced shitty things have to happen for us to learn to be better, to open our minds, to expand our horizons. Shitty things.. are shitty. But they are part of life. They are paralleled with at least one learning that we can drag along in our row boats as we stream through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yep. Yea. Yey for crap.&lt;br /&gt;Namaste. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3543208869015018631?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3543208869015018631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3543208869015018631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3543208869015018631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3543208869015018631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/10/ten-million-fireflies.html' title='ten million fireflies'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Su6-2eww0nI/AAAAAAAAAzM/LftILqw_C8w/s72-c/tumblr_krkerp3J7h1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7758428919668521544</id><published>2009-09-09T15:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:13:13.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Mr. Curiosity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SqdgO3ia3UI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Ec6R22ks6QY/s1600-h/inject_knowledge_question_mark_by_CHIN2OFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SqdgO3ia3UI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Ec6R22ks6QY/s400/inject_knowledge_question_mark_by_CHIN2OFF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379374088460098882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so. i know i haven't written for a long time. and right now, i actually should be doing more important stuff. but i just have the knack of doing things just right there and then when i want to. how long was it since i last blogged? a couple of months ago, and i assure you, tons have happened within those months. i'm in college now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoying the comfort of familiar faces&lt;/span&gt; and getting acquainted with new ones.&lt;br /&gt;more expectations to live up to, increasing pressure to survive through.&lt;br /&gt;eye-openings and new learnings,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; more things to ponder about&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;new hopes and dreams, more wishes and aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;new people to please, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the old me struggling for improvement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;more decisions, more freedom, more responsibility, a lot to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;re-evaluation&lt;/span&gt; of who i really am, who i'm not, who i'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;more lies, more disappointment, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but never regrets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;more tension, more nostalgia over how things used to be.&lt;br /&gt;adventures, laughters, more spending of money, less money to save. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more realizations&lt;/span&gt;, a few more wishes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a few more thoughts hard to articulate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;new feelings, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new uncertainties&lt;/span&gt;. more questions, more need for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;answers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;exhaustion, fear, sadness, disapproval, praises, curses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how things have been. but i'm gonna keep going.&lt;br /&gt;cause anyway, life is nothing more of a mystery to you than it is to  me.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, i get to blog more, soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sqdg0gElZ4I/AAAAAAAAAzE/_ZEUr50pT7A/s1600-h/DSC03632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sqdg0gElZ4I/AAAAAAAAAzE/_ZEUr50pT7A/s320/DSC03632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379374734995974018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7758428919668521544?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7758428919668521544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7758428919668521544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7758428919668521544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7758428919668521544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/09/so.html' title='Hey, Mr. Curiosity.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SqdgO3ia3UI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Ec6R22ks6QY/s72-c/inject_knowledge_question_mark_by_CHIN2OFF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6912039365335928549</id><published>2009-07-05T07:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:40:17.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>¡sɹɐǝʎ oʍʇ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sk_h4L_BFlI/AAAAAAAAAys/Y2dNN5zVoaM/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sk_h4L_BFlI/AAAAAAAAAys/Y2dNN5zVoaM/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354746837372835410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's July&lt;/span&gt;. and it's my blog-versary! i've been talking pointlessly, online for the past two years now. talk about dedication. hahaha. happy two years, pointless writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, when i first started out blogging, i didn't have an idea of what i should write or talk about. or whether people will be interested. as you can see in my waaaay older posts, they were usually about reviews on books, movies, shows and whatthehells. i wasn't able to grasp the idea of blogging, yet. yes, a tyro to the immense world of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i slowly learned how to use my blogging powers to something bigger and more meaningful that what i've been already doing. i've learned to open up, post my feelings, my thoughts, my opinions on greater thnigs. something i don't quite do much, verbally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started out thinking that at one point, i'd just lose interest in blogging, that it was just a in-the-moment kind of thing.. but i kept my online banters going on, and on, and on.. for guess what? two years, now! and the thing that really got me hooked on to blogging is my power to monologue. no one to make me hold my tongue back. and that's something in life, i think i have been missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talk. a lot. i am very much capable of being loquacious. but on an impersonal level. i can talk a lot about common and obvious things but i usually hold back in talking about the things that are actually running in my head. i am an obsessive over-thinker, there are obviously a lot going on in that office run by brain cells at the top of my head. but they never quite make it to the level of articulation. it mostly never does.  and the only people who i am able to talk about these things can just be counted. so be fucking happy whenever i present an argument to your case. hahaha you are part of the chosen ones. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who know me personally would think that what im talking about right now is bullshit. since i am usually very blunt whenever people ask me about my opinions. but i am just usually very open when you try to ask me shallow watered questions.. you know, things that won't actually matter in the long run. it is only here that i allow people to get into my deeper thoughts about the bigger picture, on how i see life, on the things i aspire, the things i look up to. no matter how nonsense they could be at times, i never hold back in writing when it hits me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grew up not having someone to talk to. i never had at least just one person to open up about my thoughts.. maybe that's why up til now, i've still yet to learn on how to open up to other people. but im glad my blog is here to at least help me out. one way or another, i am opening up here, to other people, some that i may know, and some just curious strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care whether people actually read my crap at all. what's important to me is that i was actually able to get these things out of my head. this blog was not made to be read, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was made to be written&lt;/span&gt;. but i am very thankful to my constant readers. you can't imagine how it makes me feel knowing that some people actually do appreciate my talkings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so for my blog-day wish,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I improve as a blogger and that I may have more blog writing years to come.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6912039365335928549?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6912039365335928549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6912039365335928549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6912039365335928549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6912039365335928549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/07/s-o.html' title='¡sɹɐǝʎ oʍʇ'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sk_h4L_BFlI/AAAAAAAAAys/Y2dNN5zVoaM/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6631641270365844201</id><published>2009-06-28T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:02:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Cement.</title><content type='html'>as i have insinuated in my past blogs, i have a nocturnal blog brain. so big shocker i am doing this tonight! haha so, i have finally decided to get to writing a blog. i've been meaning to for the past month but i was never really able to do it, did i? haha so here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually have a plethora of things i would love to talk about.. but then it would be long.. and boring.. and tiring. i really have troubles with organizing my thoughts and structuring sentences to actually make it mean something worth your time reading.. so to avoid unintelligible murmurs, i'll try to keep this short. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've officially started college! :D to tell you honestly, up till now i still question myself if this is where i want myself to be, and if i could actually picture myself in this vocation in the future. it's all still a blur. and i have to admit, i am not yet convinced.. but oh well, i guess i'd have to see where the universe leads me to. and i hope i make good choices.. for me. college so far, has been okey. i get breaks here and there.. get to go to places in between classes, tag my phone along, eat during classes without being reprimanded.. you know, things i've never been able to do during highschool. and, i get to meet new people.. yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss highschool, though. i miss CIC. i miss my friends. you'll never really fully realize the gravity of things until you lose it. it's just been two weeks since college started and here i am, already missing it too much. :( but i'm glad that in retrospect of that 4 years i've learned to love and dread at the same time, i could contentedly say to myself that i would've never chosen to spend my highschool years other than the way i spent it. despite all those down moments, you know, i've learned from everything i experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow this blog is boring verging on nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiAnn's insight of the day:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person is your friend, no person is your foe. But every person is your mentor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize for the dullness of this post. gaah. i am desperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6631641270365844201?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6631641270365844201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6631641270365844201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6631641270365844201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6631641270365844201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/06/common-cement.html' title='Common Cement.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3931678262082774383</id><published>2009-06-07T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:00:19.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Hey, Something's different with my world today.</title><content type='html'>.. yea, i wish. (title coined from a line of Mraz's song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel tired. i am tired. so tired. funny thing is, there's not one single rational reason for me to be tired. for the past two months i am mostly at home either watching tv, online, eating or sleeping. a concrete example of a hard core couch potato. but still, i feel tired. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; tired. maybe with how my life has been this boring routine. Boring is tiring. oh, the paradox of life. poignant yet inadvertently funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i hope the universe offers me something interesting soon. i'm begging for it. please grant salvation to the boringness of this mundane lifestyle i now possess. i'm beggin' youuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3931678262082774383?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3931678262082774383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3931678262082774383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3931678262082774383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3931678262082774383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-hey-somethings-different-with-my.html' title='Hey Hey, Something&apos;s different with my world today.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-9007995834357677890</id><published>2009-05-17T18:06:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:42:38.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we'll all sing along!</title><content type='html'>MAY 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE dCOOK AND dARCHULETA EXPERIENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click on the pics to see the 1600px × 1200px orig size)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the next few paragraphs, i will try to recall the amazing experience i had, yesterday. i may not get all the facts right since my memory of last night was not too detailed due to too much excitement, i just tried to feel that moment. but the experience was such a wonderful experience, i want to remember it as i try to read this post again in the future. so, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we learned that gates open @ 5pm so my friends, Karen and Feliz, and i went there at around, 5:15pm. there were already a bunch of people lining up since the gates were not yet opened until around 5:30. but we really didn't have to worry, though since the tickets we had already have seat numbers and we pretty much know where we were supposed to be seated already. so, the gates opened and we were shocked that our seats were not that far from the stage. well, it wasn't very close, but you can see the stage from our place clearly. there wasn't that much people around yet so we decided to go around the area. what's cool about the area is that there were actually little stalls at the corners where you can buy food and some memorabilias. some concert sponsors were even giving away free samples of their products. and so we ended up buying original David Cook ballers. we didn't get anything Archie though since it was only Cook who had merchandise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_l2LuG86I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Jo-bUX8fiOs/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_l2LuG86I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Jo-bUX8fiOs/s320/DSC01085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336736802479207330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_n3iLsgKI/AAAAAAAAAw8/hcBj7asdGtc/s1600-h/DSC01092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_n3iLsgKI/AAAAAAAAAw8/hcBj7asdGtc/s320/DSC01092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336739024712007842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as 8:00 was getting closer, more and more people came. and then 8:00, still no sign of either of the Davids. at around 8:10 when a fireworks display started. i think that took more or less 5-8 minutes. but that kind of distracted us for a while. and then at around 8:30, the band started playing.. this was when the people on our area did not mind holding back, we all stood on our chairs. and since everyone was so tall, that kind of obscurred my view but i could still see the stage for down there. but i didn't mind anymore since standing up brought the energy to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_qsnMtIvI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Rn2KOgbPbAU/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_qsnMtIvI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Rn2KOgbPbAU/s400/DSC01180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336742135614743282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Archie started with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Touch My Hands&lt;/span&gt;, and then he sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barriers&lt;/span&gt;, which i didn't expect that would be in his setlist but anyhoo, the crowd pretty much enjoyed doing the echoes in the chorus, and then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A Little Too Not Over You&lt;/span&gt;, in which the crowd sang along to, and then he sat down to sing his ballad, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Can&lt;/span&gt;. and then he sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Hands&lt;/span&gt; which was one of my favorite performance in his set. the song was quite fast especially in the chorus so there were changes in his live version of this song, the pace and the phrasing especially, so he can catch his breath. but the changes were really very well thought of, that i actually loved it more than the CD version. in the chorus, the band sang some of its lyrics, and Archie has the crowd sing everytime the phrase 'hold on' comes up. but what i loved the most was the acapella-ish ending Archie and the band sang while we all clapped our hands to its beat. i was freaking amazing! and then Archie sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Eyes Don't Lie&lt;/span&gt;, another song i thought won't be in his setlist, but it was! and what was fun about it was that Archie actually whistled the intro and the near-ending parts himself which made the crowd noisier. after that, he moved to the piano and introduced his next song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Be With You&lt;/span&gt;. before he sang, he gave a brief background to the song saying that Kara DioGuardi did the harmonies in his CD version of this song. which kinda confirmed that Kara was the voice behind that girl in the song, or not? i'm still really confused on that matter. haha and then, he introduced the keyboardist of the band, Kendra, who will be playing the violin and doing the back-up. i have always loved Kendra! i've been watching some videos of Archie's live performances online and i've always noticed how wonderful Kendra's voice is and how it compliments Archie's so well. and so, having them do that performance, made me extremely happy. after that, Archie introduces the rest of the band and what was funny was that the crowd played along. when he introduces someone, the crowd would then answer in unison. for example, Archie says, "This is Eli, our drummer", the crowd replies, "Hi, Eli!". which was kind ouf funny and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_weBjh5bI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Vckt5q4vvnI/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_weBjh5bI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Vckt5q4vvnI/s320/DSC01142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748482061526450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_xsGyDJQI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cfybt_nOpDk/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_xsGyDJQI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cfybt_nOpDk/s320/DSC01129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336749823494399234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_0iOxjbhI/AAAAAAAAAxk/YHoUZd-OiE4/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_0iOxjbhI/AAAAAAAAAxk/YHoUZd-OiE4/s320/DSC01188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336752952375995922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_6LK7mg9I/AAAAAAAAAxs/s-P0Cr68iok/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_6LK7mg9I/AAAAAAAAAxs/s-P0Cr68iok/s320/DSC01149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336759153277174738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting For Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, which had the crowd going on "yester-day-eyy-eyy-eyy". and then! he introduced a song "i sang during week 4 of American Idol" and i was flipping through the week 4 of AI7 in mind. week 4 - rock n roll hall of fame - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stand By Me&lt;/span&gt;! yup! he did Stand By Me which got the crowd cheering even more. and as his usual way of doing the song, he injected a verse of Beautiful Girls in it, making everyone sing along. and as the line "and all you beautiful girls" went, he pointed out to the crowd which made the screams and shouts a volume higher. afterwards, Archie went back to the piano and sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Thousand Miles&lt;/span&gt;, which almost everybody knows by heart by now so everyone sang along with him. then he also did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angels&lt;/span&gt; on the piano. and then, my most awaited song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zero Gravity&lt;/span&gt;! the beat of the song is just so dance invoking that everyone can't help but jump up and down along with the beat. and Archie was bouncing and bouncing from one spot to another on stage. the crowd had a lot of fun with that! and i remember it was at this point that i was laughing on how animated the guitarists were behind Archie. haha but then Archie said the next one would be his last song.. boo. he sang&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Crush&lt;/span&gt; which everyone sang along to. and there goes Archie.. we were trying to get everyone to start chanting, "more more more" but no. there really goes Archie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what amazed me is the quality of his voice! he never faltered in a single note! he really has that wonderful voice live! esp with Zero Gravity. sure he got out of breath at some parts but despite the gleeful bouncing and dancing, he still hits those notes.. even the falsettos! ahh-mazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so at this point, everyone in the VIP area is now back to normal. lol, seating normal.. a bit of waiting then another firewors display which distracted everyone from time once more. and then shouting again.. and suddenly we hear some strumming of the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAEmiBPLBI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1lqEWaJJIOI/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAEmiBPLBI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1lqEWaJJIOI/s400/DSC01230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336770618447571986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cook dramatically emerges in the middle of the stage, now with lights on him. he sings &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The World I Know&lt;/span&gt; by Collcetive Soul, a song he sang on Idol, and the crowd gets back on wild track once more. and then the rest of the band shows up, and he starts singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;. more crowd singing. then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;. what's crazy about Cook is how he sounds almost exactly like the cd versions, live. he has no problems whatsoever hitting those notes, those ones that kinds of make you shudder in awe. then Cook starts talking. haha, he tries to say "Magandang Gabi". and he says before he went on stage, Archie told him backstage that (in Cook's words) "i have no idea what im in for" lol. then he goes off to singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Declaration&lt;/span&gt; in which i joyfully sang along to. haha. next was a song he says, that describes his life in the past year (as he wrote this song about his life on and after Idol), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life on the Moon&lt;/span&gt;, which is one of my faves from his songs, yes! and then somewhere in the middle of the songs he goes around the stage and asks people to make some noise, and there was one really funny point when he stood in the middle, knees half bent, a crazy look on the audience, then he moves his hands in a 'more' movement. hahaha i really laughed hard on this one. after that one he sang a song from Idol, which drove everybooody crazy. he says it was the first time he sang this song as a full band after Idol, and it happened right here, in the Phils, he sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always Be My Baby&lt;/span&gt;, which as i said, literally drove everyboooody crazy. afterall, it was this song that made David Cook a household name in the Philippines. well yes, the crowd sang along with much gusto. lol and then there was a part where Cook decides to just let the audience sing for him. craaazy. then he asks who in the crowd owns a copy of his album, a lot raised hands.. i raised my hand. haha and he asked if we were able to listen to the very last of it. hahaha. well, if you don't own his cd, here's a pretty funny, sneaky story. the last song on his album is "A Daily AntheM", as billed at the back of his cd. but oddly, it is also billed as a 15 minute long song. hahaha at around 3 mins, a long sound of nothing follows.. nothing.. but then a hidden song then plays at 12 mins. sneaaakky Cook. so yep, he sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss on the Neck&lt;/span&gt; which is one of those rock out songs on his album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAYX0U1QKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Wi7mFgbLlmU/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAYX0U1QKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Wi7mFgbLlmU/s320/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336792355896115362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAObrs3UgI/AAAAAAAAAx8/a7XywI5Hq5s/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAObrs3UgI/AAAAAAAAAx8/a7XywI5Hq5s/s320/DSC01304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336781427184194050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAWcuxETpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Au_Q1VkwkEo/s1600-h/DSC01350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAWcuxETpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Au_Q1VkwkEo/s320/DSC01350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336790241280020114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAPlj0GWYI/AAAAAAAAAyE/fe7Eoi4Oz_A/s1600-h/DSC01315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAPlj0GWYI/AAAAAAAAAyE/fe7Eoi4Oz_A/s320/DSC01315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336782696377375106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and then, this one. this was probably one of the funniest performance in the concert. lol Cook sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Straight Ahead&lt;/span&gt;, a song from his pre-Idol cd, "Analog Heart". i've never heard of the song but it was a really nice song (note to self, find that song). and now the fun part. hahaha. in the middle of the song, Cook suddenly walks toward the side area of the stage, into where the equipments and instruments were stored, and where the stage crew stayed. and suddenly Cook disappears. i was really confused on where he went.. and so was everyone, i guess but then we heard screams. apparently, he went down the stage and intro the crowd in the titanium area. people were raising their cameras towards him, so close that he gets one of them and takes a picture on the other people. then another one, takes a picture on other people.. takes a look at the picture, then he decides to point the camera to his face and made a really dorky look! hahahaha. fun stuff. then he comes back up on stage and utters a little, "Haha" literally, just Haha, which sounded so cute. lol and out of pure randomness, he tells the crowd to "give it up for Mr. Archuleta" randomness which everybody loved. crazy Cook!  after that, he talks about some people in the band he has known ever since he started soing music, so next, he played a song that he used to sing with his old band, the song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make Me&lt;/span&gt;. another song we really didn't know but we ended out rocking out to it. Karen loved it. hahaha. the next song he did was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avalanche&lt;/span&gt;, my favorite from his cd! so i was totally stoked that that song was part of his setlist! XD but before that he bantered a bit, saying that it's amazing that before when he started making the record, he didn't know what will happen but now, some of his songs are now being played on the radio. and Avalanche, i heard, was being played on some radio stations in manila. i wouldn't be shocked since its an absolutely beautiful song. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that song, Cook and the band goes backstage.. everyone was confused. a lot of screaming. it was really strange. the lights on stage was turned off, as well.. people were getting restless. a lot of screaming, shouting, chanting.. uhhhh?? and then, Cook goes back on stage after around, 5 mins and says, somewhat like, "I hope you're not planning on going home yet.. .. ..coz all we got is TIME!" lol. okey. lol. then he talks, asks us if it'd be alright with us if he sings a song from another artist/band (i have no idea), he does this with his hands on his chest (upper right picture on Cook's set of pics) which looked really cute. then he goes off singing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Lies&lt;/span&gt;, anyway. haha after that he banters again. he tries to say "Salamat" then he realizes that it was supposed to be, "Salamat po". he then regretfully says that he was almost Acing the test. lol and he goes off spotting this signage in the audience. he calls Neil, his lead guitarist and all around best friend, and points the signage to him saying, "that girl wants to marry you". Neil flatly replies, "O.K." and Cook exclaims, "who knew we were gonna find love tonight, look at that? alright, for the brand new relationship, i think this next song should be dedicated to the newlyweds, don't you?" LOL. so, Neil gets married in Manila, in front of 50,000 people. how romantic. lol, and on that note Cook sings, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come Back To Me&lt;/span&gt;. followed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Light On&lt;/span&gt;. both songs familiar to most people so there was a lot of singing along.  and then Cook sings&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bar-ba-Sol&lt;/span&gt;, which he labels as the "heaviest song on the record". i'd agree. lol it's the kind of song that gives you involuntary head banging. haha. i just love that song, and it showcases how great a drummer Kyle Peek is &amp;amp; great of a guitarist Cook is.. even though up til now i still don't get the title. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAn-2d6D1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/cONLSrp7NNk/s1600-h/DSC01368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/ShAn-2d6D1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/cONLSrp7NNk/s400/DSC01368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336809519160364882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're now down to the last song. Cook dedicates this to his brother, Adam Cook, who died of brain cancer just last May3 (2 or 3?). it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Daily AntheM&lt;/span&gt; (ADAM), also one of my favorite from his record.. and on the last verse (the lyricless verse, just "woaaah-oh-oh-oh"), Cook called out Archie back to the stage and they did a duet. well, you can't actually expect Archie to sing a rock song, in a rock way, so what happened was Archie sang it in his soulful way while Cook was doing the it the rock way. then Cook tells the band to stop playing and asks us, the audience to sing it, which we did. and it was really amazing. 50 thousand people, baybeh. and at the end of the song, Cook gives Archie a hug and they both go out with Cooks arms over Archie's shoulder. awww. ADAM was definitely the highlight of the night (aside from the wedding. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and so that was it. unbelievably amazing night! fun and music to it's extremes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 16, 2009&lt;/span&gt; is surely a date i will forever remember. and this was the concert that took my concert virginity. but what the heck, it was worth it. hahaha XD i wouldn't have chosen another concert to lose my virginity to. hahahaha. i will be posting the rest of the pictures i took during the concert in my multiply account, soon. i swear, though, they looked so small in the pictures. but they were so clear to us from our place. the version of our eyes was actually bigger than the version of the camera. and, it was really hard to get good pictures from Archie's set since his light was either too low, or too dark. unlike Cook's brighter light effects, which made my job waaay easier. and i did talk a lot more about Cook's set than Archie's, yes. since Cook said more things &amp;amp; did a lot more crazy stuff. the guy just knows how to deal with the crowd so well. that was truly a blazing night. so worth the freaking layngitis! hahahahaha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-9007995834357677890?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/9007995834357677890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=9007995834357677890&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/9007995834357677890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/9007995834357677890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-well-all-sing-along.html' title='And we&apos;ll all sing along!'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Sg_l2LuG86I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Jo-bUX8fiOs/s72-c/DSC01085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7185739237012289230</id><published>2009-05-02T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:36:46.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity -  it's Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Skd_7YVX6WI/AAAAAAAAAyk/n6ceyFBF2qY/s1600-h/l_bc8bdc5662c47fddd11e75b343f497ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Skd_7YVX6WI/AAAAAAAAAyk/n6ceyFBF2qY/s400/l_bc8bdc5662c47fddd11e75b343f497ee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352387340274231650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so, as i have been mentioning in my previous posts, i usually get blogging ideas at night, as i wait for sleep to join me. my own personal time to think about things ranging from normal daily routines to trivial and philosophical ideas about life. many ideas have come and go during that period of time even before having the opportunity for me to type it down as they get swallowed in my dreams. but tonight, a realization was drawn to my attention, great enough to urge me to write this down in my notebook so i can eventually post it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight, i was trying to evaluate my taste in music. i've always said that i listen to anything, any genre. what matters to me is what the song is trying to say. yes, i am a lyric person. there were some songs that initially caught my attention because of their beat, but after listening closely, it eventually gets my dismissal. so when social networking websites would ask me my type of music, i'd simply type down: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything that makes sense&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you ask me right now, at this very moment, who my favorite artist is, i'd instantly blurt out: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit, it was just recently that i became one of his endearing fans. i have heard of "I'm Yours" a couple of times in the past years but it was just last 2008 that the song actually became a hit. and yes, it was that time that i actually paid attention to the artist behind it's brilliance, Jason Mraz. why? cause i've had the strange feeling that i know this guy. i knew i've heard of him somehow from so long ago. so, i searched online and boom - it hits me. "The Remedy" was one of the songs that caught my fancy back in 2000 as i religiously watch the Myx countdown, waiting to sing along with the songs of F4 that were contantly on the #1 spot. and so after solving that dilemma, i listened to some of his other songs and found out i was actually familiar with some of them without knowing that they were his - like "Geek in the Pink" and "You and I Both". it eventually led to my discovery of this other songs and right now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i adore him&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is it really with Mr. A-Z that makes me love him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; much? that was the realization that i was finally able to grasp tonight as i was listening to his songs. why? because of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;optimism&lt;/span&gt; he has towards life. you can tell through his songs as he rarely sticks to sad and melodramatic topics that makes you go boohoo. and at times when he actually does, he emphasizes on the brighter side of it. it's like he refuses to sulk over the boohoo moments in life and chooses to get on with it, instead. that's what i like about Mraz. that's what i admire about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want examples? try listening to "You and I Both", "A Beautiful Mess", and "Sleeping to Dream". or even "Lucky". these songs talk about moving on, a person's imperfections, loving the person whom he could only dream about, and long distance relationship. but see how he splashes color to these dull pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz is his own genre&lt;/span&gt;. whenever you feel the world is getting ugly on you, just listen to his songs, and they channel you to this state of mind of optimism and lets you see that there is more to life than what we know of and that life.. is wonderful. the world isn't exactly a pretty place but that doesn't mean you can't have a happy life. happiness is just so simple to reach but we tend to confuse it with material and ambitious things, and that leads us to the misconception that being happy is hard to achieve. but the equation is actually just pretty simple, Love, and be happy. learn to love yourself and you enable others to love you, too. and that my friends, is what we all need - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness is what we all aim for&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i have established, i am a lyric person and although Mraz's style is the wordplay, where the words just go mumbo-jumbo in the song, at the end, his lyrics actually does make a lot of sense. although at first, you'll prolly laugh at the sillyness of it, at the end of the day, he still manages to get a message through (ie "Life is Wonderful" where the lyrics are just so unbelievably silly and fun) and the guy, definitely has major talent with song writing as each of the song has its own unique, distinct and catchy beats. i know there are a lot of better singers out there, vocally, but with Mraz, it's not a throat competition. he sings with his soul and shares to the world all the positive chi you can ever get. what makes him a great artist is that he knows who he is, he knows his craft and he knows how to make use of it so well. no one can sing Mraz but Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead and listen to his songs and feel the exact same motivating feeling i get with him and his songs - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the feeling of feeling good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yey optimism, yey positive chi, yey artistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Life. Love Music. Love Mraz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*confession:&lt;br /&gt;Mraz even tops over David Archuleta on my list (artistry-wise).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peace Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♪♫♪ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live High by whothefreakingelse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;written down on May 2, 1:21am - 2:12am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7185739237012289230?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7185739237012289230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7185739237012289230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7185739237012289230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7185739237012289230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/05/vanity-its-insanity.html' title='Vanity -  it&apos;s Insanity'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/Skd_7YVX6WI/AAAAAAAAAyk/n6ceyFBF2qY/s72-c/l_bc8bdc5662c47fddd11e75b343f497ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-5846470185759981070</id><published>2009-04-24T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:45:27.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatterbrain</title><content type='html'>first off, the internet's being a total bitch. yea, glad i finally got that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after reading a lengthy blog written by a self-acclaimed procrastinator, i was finally motivated to get my fingers moving and thoughts flowing. thank you, Jason Mraz. so, i know i have been slacking on the blogging department of my life. i've had plans of blogging about certain topics, as i wait for my eyes to finally decide to succomb to slumber at night, but in the morning i'd usually forget what i wanted to talk about, or i'd be too lazy to get to it. so here it is, finally, a blog post! but i'd have to apologize ahead because i know this would be a blog of unorganized thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so big news, May 16, David Archuleta's going to the Phils with David Cook for a concert. and of course the me is going. i can never let this once in a green sun opportunity pass. but deciding to go to this concert definitely needs a whole lot of cash which i don't have. but whatever, true love conquers all. hahahaha. what im actually trying to say is, i will be there, whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have new room now. well it's not new. but a very few of the world's population know i do the zzzs in our master's bedroom with my mom and little sister. i sleep on a separate bed while both of them sleep on the big bed. well now, i finally got my own space. :D it's white and slightly rectangular with a bed on the left and a closet and a huge mirror on the right. and that's basically it. the only furniture in my room are the bed and the mirror. which i hated at first since its too bare.. but then again, i realized that i loved it. it definitely shows my minimalist preferences. yep, i appreciate the beauty of blank spaces than filled spaces that gives beauty to the eyes when seen by portion but doesn't make sense when viewed as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been addicted to Avatar: the Legend of Aang. i know! how stupid of me to get addicted to this series when it just actually ended last year. i've actually seen the earlier episodes of the series when it was first shown last 2005 but i guess i never really cared. but now, seeing Book1, Book2 and Book3 (8 episodes left till The End in the Nickelodeon re-run), i realized the beauty of the show. the story was very well planned and how every element was attatched to their own characteristics and moves (which really amazed me how they got the 4 chinese martial arts for each element to use), everything made sense. and very many lessons learned. it is just a wonderful series. i only tuned in to the last few episodes of Book2 and the Book3 up to now on Nick so i had to watch the other earlier Book and episodes online, which made me miss House, CSI: NY Season Primer, 90210, CSI and Grey's Anatomy episodes this week. i love these shows so much but the beauty of Avatar was more inviting than all of those. hahaha. it was a good bargain for my part. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. now im tired to thinking other things to say. so bye. till next post.&lt;br /&gt;Love Earth. Love Music. Love Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and done for now, thanks for reading my uninteresting ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-5846470185759981070?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/5846470185759981070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=5846470185759981070&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5846470185759981070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5846470185759981070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/04/scatterbrain.html' title='Scatterbrain'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3431643967355123256</id><published>2009-03-27T20:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:21:40.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet It Is</title><content type='html'>yes, i know i have been a lazy ass. i haven't been updating my blog as much as i update them before. well, i've been very busy (haha, yea right, with Pet Society). anyway, i am here again to update what's been going on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczLQkw45JI/AAAAAAAAAvs/J7igMVzvzxc/s1600-h/bassssh-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczLQkw45JI/AAAAAAAAAvs/J7igMVzvzxc/s320/bassssh-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317848745624790162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczLapYMf9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/fWWwlUZgWKk/s1600-h/bassssh-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczLapYMf9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/fWWwlUZgWKk/s320/bassssh-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317848918662086610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 12, 2009&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre-Bash Party w/ OBHP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so, it has always been the tradition of our school to hold a Seniors' Bash for, well, the Seniors. some sort of a last get together and you know, just to loosen up, finally after one year of stiffness and mega discipline (thanks, CAT)  and never ending assignments, tests and projects. so OBHP had a Pre-Bash Party at our house. (: we ate this 20" pizza which was super yum and helped each other out w/ hair and make-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczMLsLDAJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/A7zbcOD3IY4/s1600-h/bassssh-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczMLsLDAJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/A7zbcOD3IY4/s320/bassssh-32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317849761225834642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczMRCdVR9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/SY2KWMr88zc/s1600-h/bassssh-81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczMRCdVR9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/SY2KWMr88zc/s320/bassssh-81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317849853107455954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 12, 2009&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seniors' Bash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it was Retro Night, there, "Reviving the Past for a Night toRemember". it was a fun night and it was nice to enjoy the party with the faces i've seen and been with in the last 4 years. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczNCdil_GI/AAAAAAAAAwM/IN_ryQNxoRo/s1600-h/Graduation-9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczNCdil_GI/AAAAAAAAAwM/IN_ryQNxoRo/s400/Graduation-9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317850702190869602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 21, 2009 - MY HIGHSCHOOL GRADUATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after the bash, we had practices everyday for the graduation ceremony, from mass to the ceremony, we've practiced it all. and then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 21&lt;/span&gt;, the day finally came and it was the time  to wear our uniforms for the last time, our last mass in the school as students, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our last day of highschool&lt;/span&gt;. 4 years of sweat and tears all come to this. and we sang our graduation song with much pride, because we used a whole lot of guts to ask the administation and the teachers to change the dull and boring graduation song they gave us. well, it's OUR graduation, so we do have a right to say something about it, and what we said was 'CHANGE' and we sure did get what we wanted! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no pictures available)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 22, 2009 - Patty's Graduation Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i spent the night with past classmates and friends from our batch. i had fun (: it was nice to have a night out with them cause it's been a while since we've been together cause most of them were from my Grade 8 section. and Patty is just one of the people i met in highschool who is very close to my heart. i love Patty. i love the Garces family. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczPGhW0B4I/AAAAAAAAAwU/KY519LC7hFY/s1600-h/n523787767_1496364_1448147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczPGhW0B4I/AAAAAAAAAwU/KY519LC7hFY/s320/n523787767_1496364_1448147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317852970957932418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczPLjGNhrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/iD62GVFuNJY/s1600-h/n523787767_1496365_3739101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczPLjGNhrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/iD62GVFuNJY/s320/n523787767_1496365_3739101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317853057324517042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 23, 2009 - Heather's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;first time i've been on the beach w/ OBHP. drama before and after the party. hahaha. amazing how alcohol can bring out people's dark secrets. so, a piece of advise, if you go out w/ alcoholics, try not to get drunk or at least be the last one to get drunk cause in the morning, you're the one with a whole lot of information. hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so there, yes, i have graduated. i've said this so much but once again, i will never ever forget everything and everyone i've learned to love in CIC. my highschool years showed me things that i wouldn't ever witness if i didn't transfer to CIC. i am very grateful to all my past teachers and my batchmates and my friends from the other batches for making my highschool years something that i want to keep in my memory. i know i've said bad things about our school, and hated it at times, but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i will really miss CIC&lt;/span&gt;. (: college life, here we come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMERICAN IDOL&lt;/span&gt; - i haven't been blogging much lately so, i haven't shared my thoughts on this year's American Idol batch. three words, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anoop&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris&lt;/span&gt;! bow, thank you (and if you're wondering, i will never &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; join the Adam and Danny bandwagon. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, news is David Cook and David Archuleta will be coming to the Phils and do a back to back concert! dang it! hitting two birds at a time! people who know me are very aware of how much i loved and how i got addicted to last year's Idol, especially to the Davids, and very especially to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;. so this event is a must see for me! i definitely definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to see this! so, as early as now, i am trying to save up, and that's my problem. i have no idea where to get money from. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, my family would be going to one of the beaches in the Phils. this trip is a dream summer trip for me, and so, tomorrow, one of my dream summer trip will be checked! excited? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3431643967355123256?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3431643967355123256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3431643967355123256&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3431643967355123256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3431643967355123256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-sweet-it-is.html' title='How Sweet It Is'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SczLQkw45JI/AAAAAAAAAvs/J7igMVzvzxc/s72-c/bassssh-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6620734421544337608</id><published>2009-02-27T23:27:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:46:20.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up and down</title><content type='html'>i have been on hiatus for a long time. i just can't seem to find enough time nowadays. so, here's a rundown of everything that's been going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagHYwzD5zI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5xG2qW3vADc/s1600-h/christmasfam-448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagHYwzD5zI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5xG2qW3vADc/s400/christmasfam-448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307500282853451570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 1&lt;/span&gt; - Christmas Party w/ Velmonte clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagHlOianzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/GhOmgdPOcKg/s1600-h/IMG-4817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagHlOianzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/GhOmgdPOcKg/s400/IMG-4817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307500496995131186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 3&lt;/span&gt; - Karen's Birthday treat :D w/ OBHP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagH-1soMLI/AAAAAAAAAus/YqeZ8HYOR5k/s1600-h/1-346754082l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagH-1soMLI/AAAAAAAAAus/YqeZ8HYOR5k/s400/1-346754082l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307500937003675826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 9&lt;/span&gt; - Inayawan Dumpsite Exposure w/ Alpha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagIe-rmioI/AAAAAAAAAu0/2Cgj6Veu8QU/s1600-h/MiAnn011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagIe-rmioI/AAAAAAAAAu0/2Cgj6Veu8QU/s400/MiAnn011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307501489171106434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 25&lt;/span&gt; - finally bought a new phone from my own savings.&lt;br /&gt;most expensive thing i bought on my own, ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagJQupB7dI/AAAAAAAAAvE/hC2LHp5hnws/s1600-h/DSC03962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagJQupB7dI/AAAAAAAAAvE/hC2LHp5hnws/s400/DSC03962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307502343858810322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan 31&lt;/span&gt; - Nanay's 40th day since she joined our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagI1u6g_II/AAAAAAAAAu8/yI2eZCrSd3U/s1600-h/MiAnn000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagI1u6g_II/AAAAAAAAAu8/yI2eZCrSd3U/s400/MiAnn000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307501880075680898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 6&lt;/span&gt; - after almost 11 months, finally got a haircut again. bye bye long hair.&lt;br /&gt;ps: i actually went to the salon alone. it felt such a great achievement. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagJ0ufxbKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/se7FwkD0HXg/s1600-h/n1642964922_173059_4189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagJ0ufxbKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/se7FwkD0HXg/s400/n1642964922_173059_4189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307502962295270562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 13&lt;/span&gt; - supposed to be going to Bohol already but was cancelled due to bad weather. so we ended up spending Valentines eve with Alpha. although that was an epic fail for the Bohol part, we still had fun for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagKbC-3-fI/AAAAAAAAAvU/WGb_FCuKrW0/s1600-h/edit+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagKbC-3-fI/AAAAAAAAAvU/WGb_FCuKrW0/s400/edit+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307503620629461490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 20&lt;/span&gt; - finally in Bohol for our Eco-Cultural tour w/ Alpha and Delta. funn! Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagK14BBFcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/iGO0Tb7Kl6M/s1600-h/B+%28108%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagK14BBFcI/AAAAAAAAAvc/iGO0Tb7Kl6M/s400/B+%28108%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307504081542124994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 21&lt;/span&gt; - spent the night @ the Javier's, our foster family. i genuinely had fun and i couldn't ask for a better foster family! :D Day 2 of the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagLOoni7BI/AAAAAAAAAvk/AiyeVyyCrog/s1600-h/IMGP7201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagLOoni7BI/AAAAAAAAAvk/AiyeVyyCrog/s400/IMGP7201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307504506905488402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb 22&lt;/span&gt; - SHS-J Sportsfest. was there for my sister and helped out the Ros' booth (Waterball Adventure) it wasn't a big deal until today, i realized it was actually my first job, ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okey so, wow, that was a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;btw, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; is now already on its 2nd batch from the top 36 and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 spots for the top 12&lt;/span&gt; have already been filled. major changes, some were brought back and some were totally revamped. early pimping, early favorities, early controversies, early stand-outs, now going on.&lt;br /&gt;and i have been spending more time on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; than anywhere else, so might as well add me if you want.&lt;br /&gt;and graduation's coming nearer and nearer, i hope everything ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1142932473633028853-6620734421544337608?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6620734421544337608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6620734421544337608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6620734421544337608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6620734421544337608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-up-and-down.html' title='what&apos;s up and down'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SagHYwzD5zI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5xG2qW3vADc/s72-c/christmasfam-448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-5192883702356246968</id><published>2009-01-11T13:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:29:13.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>i am apologizing for leaving the blog unupdated for a month. there were actually some events that i'd love to blog about and thoughts that i wanted to share. but major things kept happening that thoughts were easily forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things happened. many lessons were learned. and a new year to make things better.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Life is a challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SWl_cMuV_KI/AAAAAAAAAtg/w8AI6idjZ5k/s1600-h/D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SWl_cMuV_KI/AAAAAAAAAtg/w8AI6idjZ5k/s400/D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289899359752027298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://mattclaytonphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - awesome shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and here's something strange, and funny, and really amazing. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;ps: that's is definitely not edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SWl_6g0HQAI/AAAAAAAAAto/jzED_FKOtaQ/s1600-h/strange.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SWl_6g0HQAI/AAAAAAAAAto/jzED_FKOtaQ/s320/strange.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289899880541011970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click to zoom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lovelovelove,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MiAnn Archuleta♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-5192883702356246968?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/5192883702356246968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=5192883702356246968&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5192883702356246968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5192883702356246968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2009/01/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SWl_cMuV_KI/AAAAAAAAAtg/w8AI6idjZ5k/s72-c/D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-899256997360533926</id><published>2008-12-21T16:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:12:13.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i wish i could save you</title><content type='html'>dang i have been so addicted to this song. the lyrics are just so.. arggh. i swear. as soon as i get super ultra mega rich, the first charity i would support is one that deals with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt;. i don't know. cancer just hits me so hard. no, i don't mean i'm dying. lol. i have issues with constructing sentences, sometimes they just come out so wrong from what i am trying to say. anyway, i don't know.. i have my greatest sympathy to cancer patients and their relatives. it's a terrible disease, no cure. only miracles can save them. and to die instantaneously, i think is better cause when you know you have cancer, you don't die right away.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you still hold on to that slight hope that maybe, you're miracle's benefactory this ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. and it hurts to see people suffer. it's not only the patient who suffers, but also the people around him for they too are holding on to that hope. they are there at times of the patient's pains and agony.. and everytime, you can't stop thinking when the time might come as it is very clear that facing cancer is facing a fork road. do or die. its just that, the decision does not lie on your hands this time. it's painful when you want to help someone so terribly but you know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that nothing you could ever do could save them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let us all be thankful that we are not on their places. and let us extend our prayers to people whose lives have been affected by cancer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they need our prayers&lt;/span&gt;, and that is all that we could ever do to help these people. &lt;span&gt;many are suffering&lt;/span&gt;, we just don't see it or to some, just don't bother to even try to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas breakkkk!!&lt;/span&gt; oh yeaa. it's the season of giving. back to being a lazy ass. well, i have borrowed 16 DVDs so i'd have something to get busy with :D and, i have been listening to Christmas songs (hahah). here's my favorite - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_W7p35SzuI"&gt;The Christmas Song&lt;/a&gt; (Chestnuts roasting on an open fire) by Nat King Cole. gaaaah. and Nat King Cole is just pure awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life's a bore. things i've missed to blog about: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amily Day&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daygon Contest&lt;/span&gt; (we won, btw), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Divine Comedy&lt;/span&gt; (oh yeaa. funny story. i landed in Paradiso. psh, yea right) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daygon Festival&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas Party w/ Alpha&lt;/span&gt; (fun stuff!! Miss Gay Alpha 08 totally rocked), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas party w/ OBHP&lt;/span&gt;. guess what, no plans on blogging about them. yea right, as if you care about what's up with me, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, and awesome movies you should see if you still haven't seen them: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;August Rush&lt;/span&gt; (a must a must a must! i was planning on blogging about this until things got too hectic), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Score&lt;/span&gt; (you get to adore Chris Evans' hotness, too!), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coach Carter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queen of the Damned&lt;/span&gt; (just to divert your vampire craze to another vamp movie. Lestat! bahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i've heard they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;replacing Jacob Black in New Moon&lt;/span&gt;! oh yeaaaaa. cause i can't bear looking at Lautner's ugly face (peace, Itiin). i still want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steven Straight&lt;/span&gt; for it but i heard their looking at the Prince Caspian guy? no problem, he's good looking! hahaha. :D i wish they could replace Edward, too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaspard Ulliel&lt;/span&gt; all the wayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not the least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SU4FtpR8lFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/jTOeDk4K1Dw/s1600-h/edit+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SU4FtpR8lFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/jTOeDk4K1Dw/s400/edit+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282165694685549650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;enjoy the rest of the Holidays. mwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d-.-b &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;  to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save You - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sometimes I wish I could save you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and there's so many things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I want you to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't give up 'till it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it takes you forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to know.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-899256997360533926?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/899256997360533926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=899256997360533926&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/899256997360533926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/899256997360533926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-save-you.html' title='sometimes i wish i could save you'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SU4FtpR8lFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/jTOeDk4K1Dw/s72-c/edit+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3552389688602786977</id><published>2008-12-11T19:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:06:43.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how was i supposed to know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SUD5juzIlVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8HqZpwSe9Y4/s1600-h/DAVIDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SUD5juzIlVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8HqZpwSe9Y4/s400/DAVIDS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278493155531461970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;updaaaates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; (to finally get this over with). so here's the deal, i first read Twilight way back when. around December last year. exactly a year ago. i do remember that i had issues with sharing my craze over Twilight at that time since there were only two of us in the classroom who knew the existence of this book. and every time i'd try to share the craze over my friends, they'd just smile at me with blank eyes and i knew that they didn't get what my whole reaction to this book was. and a  year after, look at my world now. i have gotten over the craze as it finally sunk in me that Twilight isn't that great of a book. it's effects lasted for just around 3 months (the months when i was reading the first 3 books from the series). but now, everywhere i look, people carrying Twilight books, people gushing over Edward Cullen, people saying how Twilight is the best book ever and weird people who actually have delusions on seeing Edward Cullen (LOL). it's crazy how people are suddenly jumping into the Twilight bandwagon. just because of the movie. this is an example situation where the effects of media are highly evident. and now, its our turn, the early Twilight fans (some have even read this book back in 2006) to smile blankly at them and inside our head we'd say "oh, get over it." but i am one of those people who would actually say that to them in their faces. i am quite vocal on how i feel towards Twilight.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it sucks&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2008, i promised i'd be giving a review about Twilight when i finish the whole saga (Breaking Dawn wasn't out yet, back then) but i've finished reading the whole saga, ehm, 5 months ago - but til now i haven't reviewed it yet. cause thinking about writing about it alone is already a drag for me when usually i get adrenaline rush when i write reviews on books. blah. Twilight is such a bore. so, here, this is a book review on Twilight i found over Multiply where i'd agree to the author a hundred percent -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://nilhelediel.multiply.com/journal/item/131"&gt;FOLLOW ME.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i don't think the next Twilight movies would sell as much as the Harry Potter movies&lt;/span&gt; cause as you see, while Harry Potter movies were shown, the entire series was not yet over. more mysteries and more questions would build up from time to time. people were still very anxious to know what would happen next. and the books that would release between movie releases made popularity even more and more. whereas in Twilight, in the first movie alone, the entire saga was already published. by movie two, everyone already knew what happened. and by movie four (which is around 7-8 years from now?) everybody would already forget about Twilight. LOL. so marketing planners of this book would need to work harder by then. they have to work their asses off to rip you off again. so goodluck to both the marketers and to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEAM ARCHULETA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SUEArt49qvI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/t3mME7Qp-Mg/s1600-h/davidhq_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SUEArt49qvI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/t3mME7Qp-Mg/s400/davidhq_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278500989307824882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3552389688602786977?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3552389688602786977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3552389688602786977&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3552389688602786977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3552389688602786977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-was-i-supposed-to-know.html' title='how was i supposed to know?'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SUD5juzIlVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8HqZpwSe9Y4/s72-c/DAVIDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-472320151678912481</id><published>2008-11-30T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:27:02.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KILL THE LIMBO</title><content type='html'>i am typing this post with puffy,  swollen eyes. don't get me wrong. i have not been involved to any life drama. its just that - gaah. i just finished reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/span&gt;. got me shedding buckets of tears. i have to say though, the book and the movie was the same but different in a way. there were some stuff in the book that was not in the movie and some stuff in the movie not in the book. but both the movie and the book worked for me. bottom line, the story is just so tragic yet so heart whelming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday, our computer system got infiltrated by a virus. i used my usb to present a powerpoint in our school computer for CAT class. i opened it last night to delete the powerpoint and to continue working on my computer project (website making - whic happened to be stored in the same USB). when i opened my USB, the virus just went crazy infecting most of my .exe files. its just went on and on from one file to another. good thing i am using one of the worlds best anti-virus, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOD32&lt;/span&gt; - it lessened the damages but still, a lot of files have been quarantined making them useless. i had to download some program files again. good thing there were a bunch of good people who helped me out to restore problems in the system caused by the virus - thank you thank you thank you sooo much to the people in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y! Answers&lt;/span&gt;. i would probably still be a mess right now if it weren't for your help. but still, start-up has been lagging ever since. i am still hoping to find ways to fix the whole thing up. such a bummer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hate you VIRUS-making people!&lt;/span&gt; you should all rot in hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-472320151678912481?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/472320151678912481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=472320151678912481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/472320151678912481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/472320151678912481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/11/kill-limbo.html' title='KILL THE LIMBO'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-9008064667614498553</id><published>2008-11-25T13:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:54:07.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crashing down in your avalanche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSuQatsze6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/rpAz95FB6EY/s1600-h/THRILLER+EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSuQatsze6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/rpAz95FB6EY/s400/THRILLER+EDIT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272466577385814946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEEDING THE O.D.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the long weekend (6 days,baby) is almost over. just posting in case i cant get enough time to post the recent happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 6 days, i have been listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Archie's and Cook's albums&lt;/span&gt; - nonstop. you guys should listen to Cook's album - there really are a loot of good stuff. the lyrics are just so powerful. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMAs&lt;/span&gt;! it was funnnn. i overslept so kinda missed the first half. i even missed Archie when he presented an award. and this is the time i turn to Youtube - my refuge. lol. Jimmy Kimmel's opening was hilarious. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Katy Perry kissed a girl and liked it.. whereas Clay Aiken did not"&lt;/span&gt; and then some Jonas Brothers virginity joke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tell you what though, for a bunch of virgins, these Jonas boys are mowing though women like Madonna goes through the Yankee starting line up&lt;/span&gt; (referring to the Joe-Taylor 27 sec call break up and Nick-Miley break up)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; and free publicity for Archie, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kanye, please, if you could watch your language. There are kids here and this is not a place for David Archuleta to learn the F word, okey?.. ..David reminds me a lot of myself when i was 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; haha. and at just before credits &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodnight, it's time to put David Archuleta to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; LOL :D but during replay, i was able to catch David Archuleta presenting an award. yey. and congratulations to Chris Brown for bagging Artist of the Year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; opens tomorrow. and guess what, i won tickets. LOL. yea. seriously. i won it from Candymag. i joined the freaking promo/contest/whateveryoucallit as a joke. i knew i from the start i wouldn't make use of it if ever i won or something since you have to claim it in Manila. hahaha. and as if im interested to see Twilight. i really don't care if i don't see the movie. the only impetus for me to see the movie is because Cam Gigandet (Kevin of the OC - the one who killed the bitch, Marissa) plays James and i super love the bad boy vibe of Cam!  awesommmee. :D but besides that, i have totally gotten over the Twilight craze way back then. it's plot is mediocre and lame. and people are getting crazy over a vampire who owns a century old penis, oh get a life people. and don't even get me started on how people have been saying that Twilight is the new Harry Potter. Twilight is not even 1/32 of Harry Potter and i could give you a lot of reasons why i say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter is way out of Twilight's league&lt;/span&gt; - so don't get me started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conclusion: Twilight is glorified and overrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idol 8 starts this January&lt;/span&gt;. 13 i think? and there have been spoilers around the net. they've been saying that Micheal Castro (Jason Castro's lil brother) and Anna Kaelin (Dean Kaelin's - David Archuleta's vocal coach -  daughter) have made it to at least Hollywood round. hmm. let's see what happens and i am kinda intrigued how things are at the Judges table especially with the 4th judge. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSuXjv-_BUI/AAAAAAAAAg8/e9BHnYIWD9Q/s1600-h/AMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSuXjv-_BUI/AAAAAAAAAg8/e9BHnYIWD9Q/s400/AMA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272474429199156546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(AMA Red Carpet/Pre-show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-9008064667614498553?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/9008064667614498553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=9008064667614498553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/9008064667614498553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/9008064667614498553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/11/crashing-down-in-your-avalanche.html' title='crashing down in your avalanche'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSuQatsze6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/rpAz95FB6EY/s72-c/THRILLER+EDIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-2494007361335743630</id><published>2008-11-19T23:00:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:10:04.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HOT 16</title><content type='html'>turned 16 last November 14. celebrated it with OBHP + Itiin Patty Tiris. just sat down and ate luch with them. me and my people love to eat so yellowcab it is. we did enjoy the manhattan meatlovers and hawaiian pizza. (: pizza is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQqrzfv9FI/AAAAAAAAAfE/1c57cCnVNm4/s1600-h/IMG-0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQqrzfv9FI/AAAAAAAAAfE/1c57cCnVNm4/s200/IMG-0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270384395976438866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQrCUDlrgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3N5lx15_hv8/s1600-h/IMG-0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQrCUDlrgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3N5lx15_hv8/s200/IMG-0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270384782673817090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i received a lot of unexpected gifts. i didn't know how much people paid attention to some silly things i obssess about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; - this is what i really expected. haha (: thank yous to Steph, Jehan, Mardi and Claire who got me his picture. and to Claire for finally making me a drawing of Archie (ain't it amazing? :D) thank you, Cling. and, as mentioned in my previous post, my aunts got me David's CD for my birthday, too (though it arrived late, it still counts.) and, on the day of my birthday, David finally guested in the Ellen Degeneres Show - two of my most favorite celebrities in the world. awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQrl4uETNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/apPArAR8sOI/s1600-h/IMG-0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQrl4uETNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/apPArAR8sOI/s400/IMG-0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385393811082450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Message from ALPHA&lt;/span&gt; - not really a shocker since we really have this everytime someone celebreates her birthday, but still appreciated. the colored balloons were from Nicole, btw. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQtbaEaGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/HauPir_fwWQ/s1600-h/IMG-0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQtbaEaGtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/HauPir_fwWQ/s320/IMG-0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387412807850706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQtSjfj1tI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yMjABEEanRw/s1600-h/IMG-0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQtSjfj1tI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yMjABEEanRw/s200/IMG-0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387260718831314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chocolates from Tiris Leteral&lt;/span&gt;. she never fails to give me anything, at all. such a thoughtful human being. i love Tiris :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ateneo Jersey&lt;/span&gt; - from Karen and Lea. this one surprised me. haha. i never thought someone would still mind how i go crazy whenever ateneo wins agains la salle. although the jersey was in kids size (hahahaha) at least i get to see my sister wearing it from time to time. haha. thank you, karen and lea (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQuxrcJ3JI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LtSavW4Z598/s1600-h/IMG-0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQuxrcJ3JI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LtSavW4Z598/s200/IMG-0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270388894939602066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQu4qZMxmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/NN9K1WYxPR8/s1600-h/IMG-0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQu4qZMxmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/NN9K1WYxPR8/s200/IMG-0435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389014917858914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rubber Turtle&lt;/span&gt; - from Feliz and Patty. they were supposedly going to get me a real live one. but, *insert long, lame story* so they got me a rubber one instead. i appreciate how they acknowledged my love for turtles. hahahahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, and so, birthday girl was happy.&lt;br /&gt;but the real showstopper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQ1AAnM7jI/AAAAAAAAAgk/erBYJ7asahg/s1600-h/showstopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQ1AAnM7jI/AAAAAAAAAgk/erBYJ7asahg/s400/showstopper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395738211020338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hahahah. over and out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MRS ARCHULETA TURNS 16&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-2494007361335743630?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/2494007361335743630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=2494007361335743630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2494007361335743630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2494007361335743630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-hot-16.html' title='MY HOT 16'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSQqrzfv9FI/AAAAAAAAAfE/1c57cCnVNm4/s72-c/IMG-0456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-2166311899910527314</id><published>2008-11-18T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:44:39.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSKw0bm4TYI/AAAAAAAAAek/1BA1yX2UkrQ/s1600-h/2008-11-18-71978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSKw0bm4TYI/AAAAAAAAAek/1BA1yX2UkrQ/s320/2008-11-18-71978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269968928787418498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I FINALLY FREAKING HAVE IT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after all my drama of not having the CD here in the Phils exactly on November 11. i fianally have it. no, i did'nt buy it from a store since their stocks would arrive in the Phils late this week (yes, we've asked). my aunts from New Jersey got this for me for my birthdaaaaay. and they arrived lst night. gosh, i love my super supportive aunties. i love them so danging much (: GAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this actually is a spur-of-the-moment blog since i can't contain my happiness any longer.&lt;br /&gt;and to all the other David Archuleta fans out there, the CD's coming real soon so wait a wee bit longer, it is worth the wait you know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOW OFFICIALLY THE FIRST PERSON IN CEBU TO HAVE DAVID ARCHULETA'S CD. (as far as i know, that is) and this proves how big of a fan and how much i freaking love this guy. ohyeaaaa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be blogging about my 16th birthday (last 11-14-08) on my next post. be blogging more in the next few days and maybe change the layout since we have 6 days (4, excluding weekends) of no classes. HALLELUJAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSK0pQCDMZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gQbpvfpK1jU/s1600-h/TRL+%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSKzSc4NCyI/AAAAAAAAAes/sR4ZBFkfNcc/s1600-h/2008-11-18-72052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSKzSc4NCyI/AAAAAAAAAes/sR4ZBFkfNcc/s200/2008-11-18-72052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971643547847458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSK0cCHn2lI/AAAAAAAAAe0/O_15kdiZUr0/s1600-h/2008-11-18-72027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSK0cCHn2lI/AAAAAAAAAe0/O_15kdiZUr0/s200/2008-11-18-72027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972907675081298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-2166311899910527314?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/2166311899910527314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=2166311899910527314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2166311899910527314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2166311899910527314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SSKw0bm4TYI/AAAAAAAAAek/1BA1yX2UkrQ/s72-c/2008-11-18-71978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-4620077317913265997</id><published>2008-11-11T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:49:29.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 11 is now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SRli7f_ARFI/AAAAAAAAAec/sw0AuRE0vRU/s1600-h/D+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SRli7f_ARFI/AAAAAAAAAec/sw0AuRE0vRU/s400/D+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267350013524067410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS FOR THE DEBUT CD, DAVID (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-4620077317913265997?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/4620077317913265997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=4620077317913265997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4620077317913265997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4620077317913265997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-11-is-now.html' title='November 11 is now.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SRli7f_ARFI/AAAAAAAAAec/sw0AuRE0vRU/s72-c/D+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-933645041093955593</id><published>2008-11-09T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:23:48.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight is overrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SRarL7kwH5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/TFsdxUlnNYY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SRarL7kwH5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/TFsdxUlnNYY/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266585035715125138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG aren't they beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click to zoom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;American Idol 7's Top10 doing a fashion photoshoot for Elle Magazine. they're stunning. oh-lala. actually, there's one contestant who isn't there. didn't bother to take her photo. i still hate her. haha. and my favorite of all, (of course it's biased, duh - but still. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SRasAX1BOpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/p7fIFA73XoI/s1600-h/110720081235144587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SRasAX1BOpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/p7fIFA73XoI/s400/110720081235144587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266585936652745362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1142932473633028853-933645041093955593?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/933645041093955593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=933645041093955593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/933645041093955593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/933645041093955593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-is-overrated.html' title='Twilight is overrated.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SRarL7kwH5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/TFsdxUlnNYY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6515737043737771722</id><published>2008-10-31T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:45:38.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit dazed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SQr0QGTgSEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/oZWVbYWGcmE/s1600-h/tree-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SQr0QGTgSEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/oZWVbYWGcmE/s400/tree-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263287671943350338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my week passed like a whirlwind&lt;/span&gt;. it all went too fast before everything even had a chance to sink in. as i have probably mentioned (too lazy to check) in my previous post, this week's hellweek. exams on the maximum level. the exams itself was torture enough. and i refuse to talk about it. reliving the moments even pains me. ha ha. okey, overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the serious note, my lola had an operation last tuesday. i don't know why she got operated and i don't want to know. all i know is that it's just a minor thing and i am emotionally supporting her, we all are. but seeing my lola, you woudn't be worried that much as she was too happy to get operated. she was even anticipating the moment. last week she got a check up, and right after the doctor told her she needs to get an operation, she enthusiastically asked the doctor if she could get the operation on that same day. lol. i don't know whats with those needles and incisions she felt so excited about. anyway, after 48 hours in the hospital, she was discharged and here she is now at home, fully recovered and feeling like nothing happened. by that, i am trully admiring this fragile-looking fellow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that was the lighter side of the week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okey, so the night before my lola got discharged (btw, it's my lola from my mom's side since my other lola died when my father was young), we got a call from my cousin. i got the call and he asked for my dad, i felt something wrong with his voice, like something bad happened. so when my father got the phone on the extension (i was using the phone in my room), i didn't put the phone just yet. i eavesdropped for a while.. it was then that i heard my cousin's voice breaking down. he was saying something about his mother and something about the hospital. i placed the phone down and i asked my father what's wrong afterwards. and so, apparently, my auntie (dad's sister) was brought to the hospital. she had a stroke. when my father got home, he said that all my auntie could do was move her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this auntie, we were pretty tight when i was younger. back then, thay had a lot of small-time business and she did splurge a lot for me. she bought my first mountain bike, i mean bikes. she bought me two at the same time. she was also the one who bought me my first badminton racket (those ones that cost 1k+). she even gave my father the first cellphone we ever had in the family (a Nokia 3210 - old times) she gave me everything i would ask for. but then their shops closed one by one until there was nothing left. she stopped giving me things but i still kept visiting their house. i remember those times when she would be doing laundry and i was beside her in those wide laundry pails, half my body submerged in the water and me treating the pail as my bath tub. those times when she let me watch their cable, let me play the computer, and she'd tell me ghost stories. but growing up, we kind of grew apart. her son had kids, new people to spend her time with and me being the teenager, i focused on other things. but nevertheless, she played a huge part of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of the two-day 'sembreak' i woke up with my mother telling me she died.&lt;br /&gt;a part of me knew it would happen (i have a strong instinct on these kind of things). i went back to bed, puzzled. until this blog, i never greived. she was a jolly person that i knew she wouldn't want to see me crying over her. until this blog that is. what's just sad is that the last time a talked to her was a month ago, and i wan't even able to say goodbye to her properly. if only i'd known it would be my last goodbye to her.. but  she's such a good person, i am sure she's with God right now. she may not be with us physically anymore, but i am sure she'll forever be in our hearts. my parent's went to her wake last night, they told me it had a jolly atmosphere. just how my auntie would've wanted it to be. (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is hard. not having someone to talk about these kind of stuffs. it is awkward to talk about these things with my parents. and just stupid if i talk to my sister about these things. haha. that's why i have always wanted an older sister/brother. but anyway, this is my only way of letting these things out. to my other cousins (mom's side, since you're the ones who usually read my crap :P) please please don't tell my mother about this. and your mothers since they are bound to tell my mother anyway. she doesn't even know i have a blog (too old for diaries. haha) so please please please, pretty please. may whatever you read here stay between the both of us. cause once she'll know, she'll drag me to those mature, adult conversations again, which i am not in the mood for. so please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Halloween, btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6515737043737771722?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6515737043737771722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6515737043737771722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6515737043737771722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6515737043737771722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-bit-dazed.html' title='a little bit dazed'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SQr0QGTgSEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/oZWVbYWGcmE/s72-c/tree-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-1788650639310064868</id><published>2008-10-25T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:56:11.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go go go POKEPRESIDENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img389.imageshack.us/img389/259/pokepreztl9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-1788650639310064868?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/1788650639310064868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=1788650639310064868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1788650639310064868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1788650639310064868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-go-go-pokepresidents.html' title='go go go POKEPRESIDENTS'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-5760809116254612214</id><published>2008-10-24T17:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:54:10.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go</title><content type='html'>obviously, new layout :D&lt;br /&gt;simple one this time. and added feature on my blog. lookie on the left. its a music area. :D i'll be updating that area with songs i am currently liking. right now it's Ready, Set, Go by Tokio Hotel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger is pissing me. it takes around 5 days before the blog i posted appears on the site. even the changes in the templates too. blaah. FIXX IT BLOGGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellweek's next week. three days and then two days off from school - "sembreak" as they call it. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been pretty busy trying to get requirements from different college universities. gaah, i can't believe it. its just a matter of months and im off to college. it seems that it was only yesterday when i started high school. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SQGaLVZMbOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/tvIPYLAtFj0/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SQGaLVZMbOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/tvIPYLAtFj0/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260655359257504994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A LITTLE TOO NOT&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER 11 YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i can't wait for 11/11. i am dying to have the album. blaaah. and all these song previews makes me more and more anxious. wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-5760809116254612214?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/5760809116254612214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=5760809116254612214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5760809116254612214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5760809116254612214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-we-go.html' title='here we go'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SQGaLVZMbOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/tvIPYLAtFj0/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-330783119687618576</id><published>2008-10-19T21:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:34:30.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snippets.</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;i hate my layout right now. i am changing it, soon. the i-need-to-see-white syndrome is coming back to me. oh yes. yea, changing the layout soon when i get time. dark for me is just too depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in a great want of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wayfarer&lt;/span&gt;. kill me now, i have no idea why. and i want mine white. i will be getting one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;. bahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SPsx2Sf-bvI/AAAAAAAAAds/FGRCpiEfP_E/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SPsx2Sf-bvI/AAAAAAAAAds/FGRCpiEfP_E/s320/img-thing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258851798633836274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i have facebook now. haha. i just wanted to share. :D and why does my post take like 24 hours or more to show up in my blog after i post it? stupid blogger, go fix your server or whatever things that needs fixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23 more days until the David Archuleta Album&lt;/span&gt;. i am darn excited. :D it comes our 3 days before my beloved birthday. perfect timing. its either they give it to me as a gift or i can ask money to buy it. perfect perfect. and since last week, there are been songs that have been leaked over the internet. a 1 minute 30 seconds preview of the songs 'My Hands', 'Touch My Hands' and 'A Little Too Not Over You'. My Hands and A Little Too Not Over You i love but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Touch My Hands is just stupid&lt;/span&gt;. i feel free to blurt this out now cause i have read from some website that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it has been confirmed that both 'hands' songs were not written by David&lt;/span&gt;. now really, Touch My Hands is just so blah. the lyrics are a wee bit cheesy. seeing someone from the stage. not wanting the song he's singing to end so he can still see her face. her reaching out to the stage and him wanting to touch his hands with hers. LMAO. okey i loved the beat. when i first heard the two songs, i initially liked Touch My Hands then a day after i went looking around for lyrics and when i finally found one.. HAHAHAHA. my thoughts were that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a) it was written by Archie himself and there really is this girl &lt;/span&gt;(which i really found stupid cause if i do like a person, i woudn't blurt it all out in a song most especially if i didn't know the person's identity since many would want to assume on the subject) or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b) Jive asked David to sing this song to win fans over and giving them an idea that there is someone who has seen David sing live who has David's affections&lt;/span&gt; - and then the assuming issue again. and between the two choices in my head, i would bet 90% on choice B and voala.. LOL. if you won't believe me this song's corny, here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Saw you from the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saw you from the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something bout the look in your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;Something bout your beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sea people&lt;br /&gt;There is only you&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what this song was about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But suddenly know I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try to reach out to you touch my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out as far as you can&lt;br /&gt;Only me, only you and the band&lt;br /&gt;Try to reach out to you touch my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cant let the music stop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cant let this feeling end&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause if I do it will all be over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ill never see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cant let the music stop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Until I touch your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it will all be over&lt;br /&gt;Ill never get the chance again&lt;br /&gt;Ill never get the chance again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;told yah it was cheesy. but nevertheless i still want that CD! rarrrr XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SPs2WEwwziI/AAAAAAAAAd0/sFY4PZyOYks/s1600-h/normal_DAgrasshires1.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SPs2WEwwziI/AAAAAAAAAd0/sFY4PZyOYks/s400/normal_DAgrasshires1.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258856742748474914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmydavid. i suddenly remembered i had to do something. dang, i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;this shall be continued. on some other succeeding posts.&lt;br /&gt;BYE (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-330783119687618576?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/330783119687618576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=330783119687618576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/330783119687618576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/330783119687618576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/10/snippets.html' title='snippets.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SPsx2Sf-bvI/AAAAAAAAAds/FGRCpiEfP_E/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-931989115460305130</id><published>2008-10-11T11:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:57:23.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All you need is love.</title><content type='html'>here to do another movie review. i just finished watching this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACROSS THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; UNIVERSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SPAjdPksplI/AAAAAAAAAdM/thAT9LQXyH4/s1600-h/Across_the_universe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SPAjdPksplI/AAAAAAAAAdM/thAT9LQXyH4/s400/Across_the_universe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255739750445000274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is basically a movie in which the characters and the plot are based from songs of Beatles. when you say a musical type of movie, it's usual that the plot is made before the songs so it would fit better to the scenes. but in this movie, it's the other way around. the songs were there long way before the movie was even started.. making it a bit challenging for the writers but nevertheless, the writers of this movie came up with a very good story that showcased a lot of well-known Beatles' songs. i appreciate them more given their situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, well. i just started loving the Beatles this year. i mean, i've heard some of their classics as my father loved playing his tape of the Beatles over and over when i was younger. and then, there were also some songs that i was familiar with but i didn't know they were sang by the Beatles. American Idol pretty much introduced me to THE Beatles. i remember the two consecutive weeks in which their theme was songs from the Beatles. and i have favorites from them, and my most favorite of all is Across the Universe. yea, no lie. Across the Universe for me is a song i listen to whenever i get confused with life and all that cause it just reminds me that everything's going to be okey and nothing can change my world. uhuh. and having my most favorite Beatles song as the title of the movie, pumped me up a bit more. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie, obviously advocated the end of wars and showed the lives that war can damage. the characters were so unique from each other. and they all magically make one hell of a good ensemble of characters in the movie. yes. and the scenes in the movie were always full of colors.. there never was a dull scene. it's just all too lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite song that was interpreted in the movie however, was Let It Be sang by a black child in the middle of the Vietnamese war. it was just so pure, so filled with emotion that i couldn't keep myself from tearing up. now when i was watching that part, i instantly remembered seeing this short clip of him sitting behind a wrecked car in the middle of war being showed at one episode of Ellen Degeneres Show. it was just too beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so yea, the movie also had some songs i liked, like If I Fell, Strawberry Fields Forever, Come Together.. i also enjoyed the I am a Walrus part. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, i am officially loving Jim Sturgess. from 21 to this. yes, i do love him and his movies.&lt;br /&gt;so that's it.. you should watch this movie, especially those who love the Beatles. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SPApfN7HBmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/noGl96lJOnE/s1600-h/2007_across_the_universe_027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SPApfN7HBmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/noGl96lJOnE/s400/2007_across_the_universe_027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255746381431637602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-931989115460305130?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/931989115460305130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=931989115460305130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/931989115460305130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/931989115460305130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All you need is love.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SPAjdPksplI/AAAAAAAAAdM/thAT9LQXyH4/s72-c/Across_the_universe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3412142137323974180</id><published>2008-09-27T21:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:40:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PWNAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SN5Yjor87rI/AAAAAAAAAck/hIZievQDcIo/s1600-h/AdMUvsDLSU_finalsgame2_179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SN5Yjor87rI/AAAAAAAAAck/hIZievQDcIo/s400/AdMUvsDLSU_finalsgame2_179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250731584801009330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ATENEO BLUE EAGLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;UAAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; SEASON 71 MEN'S BASKETBALL CHAMPIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;told yah they'd go champions this year. nice exit present for Chris Tiu since it's his last year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO ATENEO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;extra links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://chris-tiu.blogspot.com/2008/09/win-from-him-and-for-him.html"&gt;Chris Tiu blogs on winning cham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://chris-tiu.blogspot.com/2008/09/win-from-him-and-for-him.html"&gt;pionships&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on other news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SN5hOfkvt-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/NSBslCeQHIc/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SN5hOfkvt-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/NSBslCeQHIc/s200/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250741117182261218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Clay Aiken has came out of his closet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he admits he is gay&lt;/span&gt;. he knew he was gay since college. O.o so all the time on Idol.. sheesh. i love this guy. not that i am against the third sex cause i am not.. i do believe there is nothing wrong with gays. it's just that, i wish he didn't lie. all the time they've been telling people he is straight and whatnot. sighs. i would've still love Clay even if he said straight up he was gay from the beginning. lies lies lies. disappointed, yes.  oh well, i'll get over it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“It was the first decision I made as a father,” Aiken, 29, tells the upcoming issue of PEOPLE, on newsstands Friday. “I cannot raise a child to lie or to hide things. I wasn’t raised that way, and I’m not going to raise a child to do that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3412142137323974180?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3412142137323974180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3412142137323974180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3412142137323974180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA'S ALBUM COMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT ON NOVEMBER 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's an idea for your birthday gift for me. oh yeaa. it releases 3 days before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;*wink wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMb1b92NQfU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Archie's Album Photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bUKjhRgsNs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Cook's new single - Light On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7001305651995385729?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7001305651995385729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7001305651995385729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7001305651995385729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7001305651995385729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/09/ehem.html' title='Ehem.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-4721431226097696296</id><published>2008-09-22T19:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:12:30.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we were young and wild and free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SNd_McpruFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lXafQiEg4vY/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SNd_McpruFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lXafQiEg4vY/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248803742549784658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tonight i am feeling blog-ish so i am going to blog about something that i don't usually blog about. my constant readers may have noticed that here, i only talk about thing that's been up in my life and some random reviews of books or movies. well now,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i am going to give you a piece of my reflective side&lt;/span&gt;. many may not know but i really am a reflective person. every once in a while i think about certain things and try to understand what they mean to me. i usually do this every night after i pray in bed. bedtime gives me this weird feeling of peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, last night as i was looking for something in my cabinet, i came across this dusty notebook i used to have when i was in Grade 6. back when my name was spelled 'Mae Ann'. i was flipping through pages and i was laughing along as i saw some stupid things i wrote back then. from how i hated Malfoy for bullying Harry Potter (see, things change cause apparently, i love Malfoy now) to some unintelligible scribbles to really stupid love webs i made with my classmates' names on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i started to recall how little i know of the world back then. i do remember feeling that i already knew much that time, that i was matured enough. but now in retrospect, i can tell i was just being so silly. hahaha. feeling like i knew so much about the world. silly me. but then again, my world before was already complicated, i have experienced my fair share of fears, disappointments, pressure and self pity even in that young age. i can't imagine how much they put on me with the fact that i was only 12. hell much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought about the moment i stepped on my current school back when i was in 1st year. really, though i keep saying i hate school (i do hate school. the part when you do all the studying, answering exams, assignments and iw.), i love it too. i love the part of it when you get to open your eyes to things that were happening to the current generation. in my old school, it was like we were stuck in this tiny little bubble where the outside view was so dim and shady that all you can do is look at the things inside of it. but moving to this new school bursted this tiny little bubble and showed me things that were just too vague for me too see when i was inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some might say it's their way of protecting us but i really don't think it works. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shunning things for us can only make us ignorant. and ignorant people easily get curious. &lt;/span&gt;it's better to be well informed on the things that may also harm you cause at the end of the day, no matter how people try to protect you from them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the decision of protecting yourself from them is really just up to you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there really are a lot of things i've learned from where i am going to now. and a lot of people i've met too. people of different way of upbringing, of different attitudes, all in the same place. when they say "Experiences make you the person you are today",  it's not entirely true cause &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXPERIENCES AND THE PEOPLE YOU SHARE THEM WITH MAKE YOU WHO YOU ARE TODAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really amazing how i got to meet these people and found friends from them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and bestfriends for keeps too.&lt;/span&gt; people who were mere strangers to me back then. hahaha. that's why last night, after flipping through that old notebook, i sent messages to people who were close to me. i told them how i remember the first time we met and how we met and all that. and some were pretty hilarious. hahahahaha. oh well. those people may not reaize but they mean a lot to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but highschool's gonna be over pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;all the laughters, tears &amp;amp; drama. oh god, now that i think of it, i'll be missing all of it. cause the next level's obviously gonna be different. so yea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goodluck to everything ahead of us&lt;/span&gt;. cause we do need luck in this world. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-4721431226097696296?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/4721431226097696296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=4721431226097696296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4721431226097696296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4721431226097696296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-were-young-and-wild-and-free.html' title='we were young and wild and free'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SNd_McpruFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lXafQiEg4vY/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3367134671772478864</id><published>2008-09-16T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:32:04.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SM_Ab9C0ZRI/AAAAAAAAAcU/SXdFmnUo8u8/s1600-h/ai-live-tour-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SM_Ab9C0ZRI/AAAAAAAAAcU/SXdFmnUo8u8/s400/ai-live-tour-2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246623677385303314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;although American Idol 2008 show ended last May, the whole Idol craze didn't stop just there yet. the Top 10 idols got a chance to tour the states of America, meet people and did concerts. yes, the post-idol craze was all about the AI tour. we were following the idols as they tour around US and Canada through Rickey.org. we got to read reports from volunteer fans on every state, got updated with everything happening before, during and after the concert, saw pictures, watched videos. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idol craze&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sept 13, 2008 was the last tour date&lt;/span&gt;. and yeaa. the Idol thing's over now. over. now, the idols are on their separate paths and are trying to make something out of everything they have achieved through American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigghhs. this season was the best. i will never forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;judges&lt;/span&gt; of American Idol who in the first place chose these people we love now to be on the show and for the laughs they gave us every show.&lt;br /&gt;to the Idols, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny Noriega, Chikizie Eze, Ramiele Malubay, Micheal Johns, Kristy Lee Cook, Carly Smithson, Brooke White, Jason Castro, David Cook, David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;, who entertained me every weds and thurs last summer.&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; for being my insparation.&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rickey.org&lt;/span&gt; for making it possible for us who live in other countries to somehow be a part of the Idol Tour.&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my aunts from New Jersey&lt;/span&gt; who watched the New Jersey tour concert of Idol and remembered to buy me some stuff from the tour and for sending them to me to make me have something to remember AI7.&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my friends&lt;/span&gt;, who i influenced to watch Idol. lol. i wouldn't have gone this crazy if it weren't for you guys. thanks for being crazy with me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be looking forward to American Idol 8 this January. hoping it is as good as the past season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will forever love David Archuleta (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3367134671772478864?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3367134671772478864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3367134671772478864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3367134671772478864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3367134671772478864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-over-now.html' title='it&apos;s over now.'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SM_Ab9C0ZRI/AAAAAAAAAcU/SXdFmnUo8u8/s72-c/ai-live-tour-2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6923506681925212277</id><published>2008-09-09T11:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:48:26.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hot, you're cold</title><content type='html'>hello. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesss, UPDATES :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a while since i last updated.. so here's a quick rundown of the things that's been happenin to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past weeks, we have been so busy for Milo Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;and last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday (Sept 5, 2008) was the opening of Milo Little Olympics&lt;/span&gt; and all our hardwork, sweat and overtime practices sure did pay off. :D unexpectedly, the CIC Cebu crowd during the Milo Little Olympics even in the few number of people that went, produced humongous voices. their cheers flipped the entire arena. they even beat other school's crowd which were twice and four times larger in number than them. go CIC Cebu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our elementary cheerdancers won &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd Prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our high school cheerdancers won &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also won &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; in Delegation even if there were some schools which were actually more in number than us there. hahahahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yesss, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MMC rocked the house during the parade&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SMX6x_PMIjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sh-YNzxwUUE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SMX6x_PMIjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sh-YNzxwUUE/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243873077838488114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fm_m31JdGkM"&gt;CIC elementary cheerdance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTowxfC39RQ"&gt;CIC high school cheerdance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZulipD6Aok&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;USC high school cheerdance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;credits to kristelle008 from Youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but before all that, me, along with Feliz and Karen, spent an afternoon with an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheyenne Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;. a sixth grader from our school who actually shares the same family name with the love of my life. lol. i jokingly call her 'cousin-in-law' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SMX7hPBIHoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/c-5zeOYTK1g/s1600-h/IMG-1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SMX7hPBIHoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/c-5zeOYTK1g/s320/IMG-1629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243873889528323714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;karen feliz cheyenne miann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the archuletas :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and if you don't believe me, here's proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SMX8dRUfoQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sftzTRJHbhw/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SMX8dRUfoQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sftzTRJHbhw/s200/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243874920938578178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click to zoom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP (: you can also see here some videos we had with her: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HCIHntm-mc"&gt;clickadoodledoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and then, some random stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;i already finished season 1 of Heroes! (: Hiro Nakamura and Peter Petrelli rocks. and Sylar is cute. hahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; watched Hancock. bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. i have realized that apparently, i only have 3 numbers of guys in my phonebook (actually 4 but i deleted one) one is an old schoolmate, another is a friend from YFC and the other one's my cousin. hahahaha. that's what you get from an exclusive all girl school. but what the heck, i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. i love Demi Lovato. yeaa, i also liked Camp Rock but i kinda sucks cause it was more on Joe. well my fave is Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. i wanna go shoppin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪♫♪♫♪♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current mood:&lt;/span&gt; feeling productive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current music:&lt;/span&gt; burnin' up - jonas brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6923506681925212277?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6923506681925212277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6923506681925212277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6923506681925212277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6923506681925212277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-hot-youre-cold.html' title='i&apos;m hot, you&apos;re cold'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SMX6x_PMIjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sh-YNzxwUUE/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7185646111292506895</id><published>2008-08-27T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:46:11.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in love once again (:</title><content type='html'>with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SLVK4INHdZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/h3O_xUVVO4E/s1600-h/Heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SLVK4INHdZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/h3O_xUVVO4E/s400/Heroes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239176069651068306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEROES ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;better late than never, eh? hahaha. still watching season 1 but so far, i am super loving it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hiro Nakamura is just pure awesome. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, updates :D&lt;br /&gt;just had our NCAE this morning and afternoon. not much drama.&lt;br /&gt;new keyboard. lol. spilled water over the old one. hello stupid.&lt;br /&gt;still saving up for David Cook. although i am having second thoughts. but whatev, we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;this is boring boring boring boring boring boringness.&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goodbye boringness. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7185646111292506895?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7185646111292506895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7185646111292506895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7185646111292506895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7185646111292506895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-love-once-again.html' title='in love once again (:'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SLVK4INHdZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/h3O_xUVVO4E/s72-c/Heroes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-1808457748044763941</id><published>2008-08-17T13:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:08:05.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's get updated</title><content type='html'>i am terribly sorry for keeping a seldom-update attitude on this blog. school's been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first up, i bet most of you have heard the Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince the movie has been moved from it's original showing date, November 21 2008, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 17, 2009&lt;/span&gt;. i know many are bummed with this but personally, i liked it that they moved the showing date. the closer the movie gets, the closer it gets to the whole Harry Potter experience to end, which sucks, so i'm happy they're giving me more time to prepare myself for the culmination of it all. so shallow, i know, but let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so, this opening of show date paved way for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; the movie to show earlier. i am so not kidding. check it out &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.twilightthemovie.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SKe5QZJP8YI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pbQaLJsUAGI/s1600-h/2mrfvux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SKe5QZJP8YI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pbQaLJsUAGI/s320/2mrfvux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235356783120216450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;emphasis on the date, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so yea, i am happy for this cause unlike Harry Potter, this is not nearing to an end. it's the beginning. yey (: i am looking forward to see what these people have made out of the book. hmm hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have finished &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;. so yeaa. Jacob is love. lol. i never really liked Jacob but him in Breaking Dawn was just love (: so entertaining a werewolf's mind can be. lol. yea yea. it kinda sucked cause i was looking forward to a fight. boo. i'd love to see (rather, read) Benjamin in action. i love his power.. reminds me of Aang, the Avatar. lol. but the ending was okey.. i meant the last scene. the one with Bella and Edward. (aww.) anyway, read the book to know all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you know this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SKe6ygWHMfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4tPAEDVrM5o/s1600-h/buses66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SKe6ygWHMfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4tPAEDVrM5o/s320/buses66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235358468680397298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause i miss him so darn much. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellweek's just ended.&lt;br /&gt;school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;okey, back to boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♫♪♫♪♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current mood&lt;/span&gt;: headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current music&lt;/span&gt;: Angels - David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-1808457748044763941?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/1808457748044763941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SKe5QZJP8YI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pbQaLJsUAGI/s72-c/2mrfvux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6081624948745150922</id><published>2008-08-10T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:23:30.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>i am not PMSing. but i am way pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i just get pissed at petty stuffs. i have no clue why.&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop schooling. way too much stress.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. bullshark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i know fucking vampires have sperms. stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6081624948745150922?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-1694403025414348897</id><published>2008-08-08T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:09:24.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHA :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SJxE1xe3C5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/IO5FFtRccuw/s1600-h/l_d7d3797161ab0949684da684a93c8ff9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SJxE1xe3C5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/IO5FFtRccuw/s400/l_d7d3797161ab0949684da684a93c8ff9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232132557704203154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOOKIE WHO'S DOWN WITH ACDC TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. when we all thought they'd go the other way.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM STILL DOWN WITH THE ACDC (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-1694403025414348897?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/1694403025414348897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=1694403025414348897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1694403025414348897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1694403025414348897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahahahaha-d.html' title='HAHAHAHAHA :D'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SJxE1xe3C5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/IO5FFtRccuw/s72-c/l_d7d3797161ab0949684da684a93c8ff9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-8954708512783103442</id><published>2008-08-05T22:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:54:44.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M DOWN WITH THE ACDC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SJhhQPq1xEI/AAAAAAAAAao/Idn9pqF3EfQ/s1600-h/l_031c421bfb86e8a3bfce36c08bee7122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SJhhQPq1xEI/AAAAAAAAAao/Idn9pqF3EfQ/s320/l_031c421bfb86e8a3bfce36c08bee7122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231037898902848578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE EFFFFF&lt;/span&gt;. no, M&amp;amp;MCru did not deserve to win THE epic battle. NO. oh goodness. but you know, it's not that surprising anymore since the face off was held on the TCA and Miley hosted the freaking awards night.. and i don't think the TCA people would want to put their host to shame.. so, WTF. but i was amaaazed by the BOOOOOs when the winner was announced. YES, ACDC fans.. scream for justice. lol&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. BUT STILL, ACDC - FOR THE WIN&lt;/span&gt;. :D they were obviously a much better crew (see their dance vids on YouTube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is an amazing week for Archie (: his first post-AI song premiered on radios this weekend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Crush' &lt;/span&gt;is amazing. i can't get tired of singing it again and again. and the song really fits Archie.. not too serious, not to Disney-ish. so, kudosss. and.. he won a surfboard in TCA for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Fanatic Fans&lt;/span&gt; (: his first awarrrdd. oooh, Archie ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SJhi0pgjDOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-zvhUnD_L7I/s1600-h/David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SJhi0pgjDOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-zvhUnD_L7I/s400/David.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231039623825919202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAVID COOK. PHILIPPINES. JANUARY 27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I.AM.SAVING.FOR.IT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SJhkp8FGtZI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QtI2PRDVpII/s1600-h/dorkface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SJhkp8FGtZI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QtI2PRDVpII/s320/dorkface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231041638855783826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn's on sale.. heard Bella's pregnant. cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADMU Blue Eagles standing for Round 1 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 wins and 1 loss&lt;/span&gt;. good enough :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why do i keep running from the truth, all i ever think about is you. you got me hypnotized, so mesmerized and i just have to know.. do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ever think, when you're all alone, all that we could be, where this thing could go. am i crazy or falling in love, is it really just another crush?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♪♫♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-8954708512783103442?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/8954708512783103442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=8954708512783103442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8954708512783103442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8954708512783103442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-down-with-acdc.html' title='I&apos;M DOWN WITH THE ACDC'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SJhhQPq1xEI/AAAAAAAAAao/Idn9pqF3EfQ/s72-c/l_031c421bfb86e8a3bfce36c08bee7122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7764837417247326533</id><published>2008-07-20T19:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:23:40.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT WOOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey, updaaaaates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;darn. i haven't been updating much lately partly cause my schedule's so darn hectic and partly because my life has really been so dull and boring that there isn't much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;school still sucks big time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hate school.&lt;/span&gt; the only good thing about it is i get to see my friends but due to CAT posts, our schedules never really coincide. there have only been rare chances of having the entire barkada around lately. boooo.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't shared this but my aunt (Mommy Lyne) left me a Memorex CD cover maker when they visited last summer. complete with installer, cds, dvds, sticker paper, that thingamobob that you use to put the sticker on the cd and everything.  i never really got interested with it until now. check out my first CD cover, loves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SIMpWs0qqVI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_UqXjiodxu4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SIMpWs0qqVI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_UqXjiodxu4/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225065462645827922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES, IT'S ARCHIEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;. (: boy, do i miss him. speaking of, please keep voting for him on TCA. i really want him to win this thing. lol. hmm. whatelse?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeaaa. UAAP 71 has been so good for the Ateneo Blue Eagles. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-0 Winning Streak baybeh&lt;/span&gt;. more i say, more! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annddd. the main reason why i decided to post a goddamn blog today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHECK OUT MRS. ARCHULETA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SIMqPan1z4I/AAAAAAAAAag/v3XOndhSDyU/s1600-h/fmacooksig.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SIMqPan1z4I/AAAAAAAAAag/v3XOndhSDyU/s400/fmacooksig.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225066437012737922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beat that, suckers! (:&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/1142932473633028853-7764837417247326533?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7764837417247326533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7764837417247326533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7764837417247326533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7764837417247326533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/07/woot-woot.html' title='WOOT WOOT'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SIMpWs0qqVI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_UqXjiodxu4/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7288360540293593035</id><published>2008-07-12T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:49:00.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALLING ALL ARCH ANGELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SHhTlVq_2qI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UZB31W0rgWY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SHhTlVq_2qI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UZB31W0rgWY/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222015668873845410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA HAS BEEN NOMINATED FOR 'MOST FANATIC FANS' ON TEEN CHOICE AWARDS.&lt;/span&gt; THIS AWARD DOESN'T EVEN JUST GO TO HIM BUT TO ALL OF US, HIS FANS (: SO, LET'S HELP DAVID ARCHULETA WIN HIS FIRST AWARD!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you are a split fan (Archie and JB fan) please know that there are around 5 or 6 other categories the JB are nominated for in the TCA 08 and they're surely going to win so why not give this one to Archie? and, it's Archie's first nomination - and hopefuly, win. wouldn't it be nice for Archie's first win to be an award he got because of his fans?? c'mooooon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,  WHAT ARE Y'ALL WAITING FOR - VISIT &lt;a href="http://www.teenchoiceawards.com/"&gt;http://www.teenchoiceawards.com/&lt;/a&gt; AND CAST YOUR VOTE (: YOU CAN VOTE ONCE EVERYDAY (FOR EVERY EMAIL ACCOUNT) SO, GO GO GO GO GO. SPREAD THE WORD! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7288360540293593035?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/7288360540293593035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=7288360540293593035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7288360540293593035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/7288360540293593035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/07/calling-all-arch-angels.html' title='CALLING ALL ARCH ANGELS'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SHhTlVq_2qI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UZB31W0rgWY/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-674113272335240850</id><published>2008-07-10T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:27:12.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for me to fly</title><content type='html'>haven't been updating much lately. you can't imagine how crazy my schedule goes these days. and when in your in my shoes, you can see how a week can make you feel like one dreadful month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busyness starts on Monday. guarding, roving, lil teach.. all those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays not much. just that my free time (lunch) is eaten by CAT platoon meetings. im free after dismissal though. Ayala day (:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is my free dayy. i get to visit Duane (my adopted brother - haha. joke. just this grade 2 kid i am super fond of :) and MMC practices after dismissal. i love MMC practices :D&lt;br /&gt;Thurday's formation for us. so i only get to go to MMC practice after formations. suck. (formation ends at 5. MMC ends at 5.30)&lt;br /&gt;Friday's free dayy. 2 hours in the afternoon for MMC (club time) and Ayala dayy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing, Heather's father just died. so we, OBHP are trying as much as we can to be supportive. we did go to her father's wake yesterday. i am praying for him to rest in peace (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the lighter note, UAAP 71 is already starting! wohoo. (: all the TIU-mania again (: and they did win their first game with DLSU last Sunday.. 73-79 baybeehh. (: annnnd, i found &lt;a href="http://chris-tiu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris' Blog &lt;/a&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHLALALALAL (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-674113272335240850?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/674113272335240850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=674113272335240850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/674113272335240850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/674113272335240850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-for-me-to-fly.html' title='time for me to fly'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-8820128876399937811</id><published>2008-06-28T09:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:54:37.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it goes, and you're the only one who knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SGWZM2SkYOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/d8h1Y2eIfLU/s1600-h/1_530611850l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SGWZM2SkYOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/d8h1Y2eIfLU/s320/1_530611850l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216744189389463778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so busy lately. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;school and CAT.&lt;/span&gt; rarr.&lt;br /&gt;until now i still am not satisfied with how things are working. but i guess i never will. it's just so different from where i was at before. every thing's just going the wrong way for me. but i have to bear with it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grade 9 section - Endurance&lt;/span&gt; :) i miss our bondings and every little thing about them. Endurance was such a comfort zone for me. i miss having them around. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss hanging out with OBHP every other day&lt;/span&gt; @ the mall. since right now, there's always one of us who would be busy during dismissal time.. we never really are complete nowadays. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;curse-deprived&lt;/span&gt;. i'd get into trouble if i curse in school. sucks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, please do pray for me. i'm getting a check up next Friday. last January, i've been having often lockjaws.. you know that thing your jaw does, like, "pops". it makes a popping sound like when you try to make sounds out of your knuckles? yea, i've been having them around 3-4 times a week. that went on and on until last week, it has become very so often. like i have it every hour. creepy i know. and just yesterday, it got worst, i can hardly even chew. god. every time i try to chew with my right molars, it starts locking and when i try to open my mouth again, it pops. creeeepy. i know. thank goodness i've not been experiencing pain along with it cause if i had, i have a bigger chance of needing to go under operation. but i don't know. i'll know for sure after next Friday so please do pray for me. i am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hitting the mall with friends in a few hours. yeyy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-8820128876399937811?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/8820128876399937811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=8820128876399937811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8820128876399937811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8820128876399937811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates-updates-ive-been-so-busy-lately.html' title='and so it goes, and you&apos;re the only one who knows'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SGWZM2SkYOI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/d8h1Y2eIfLU/s72-c/1_530611850l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3215265910743378550</id><published>2008-06-20T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:51:47.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tech support!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SFyWz4__uEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wgFIRTYBTew/s1600-h/Vanilla+Sky.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SFyWz4__uEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wgFIRTYBTew/s400/Vanilla+Sky.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214208286806489154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i finally got hold of a Vanilla Sky cd. &lt;/span&gt;i have always been so intrigued what this movie was about. the title was just so catchy.. and so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have finished watching the movie minutes ago. the movie was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;very odd&lt;/span&gt;. it was all so weird and like things were happening when i don't even get the point why they were happening. and there were random flashes of scenes, and blah. but in the end, it all came down to a pretty good and unpredictable end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie is not like one of those blockbuster movie where the plot is just so simple and you can directly see what message it tries to deliver. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanilla Sky is a movie where you have to go deeper to understand what the scene was about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just beautiful. basically, its a movie about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reality, dreams, and decisions&lt;/span&gt;. my favorite scene was the first scene.. the one where David Aames (Tom Cruise) was running through the deserted streets of the New York City Times Square and at the scene at the near end of the movie where he was standing on the edge of the building rooftop where you can see a marvelous view of New York and the Vanilla Sky overhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the curious souls out there: i suggest you go find someone who owns a cd of this movie too. i know you'll get all 'huh?!'s when your watching it until it gets to the end. lol :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, David's mask reminds me of the Jabbawockeez.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There's a school of thought that says a movie should be clear and obvious whenever possible. From the moment it leaves the theaters and begins its journey through home video and DVD, people will be doing more and more other things while it's playing and ultimately, it will be something on late night television that will play while its greatest audience is half asleep. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanilla Sky isn't obvious. Its a movie to be watched closely. It's a story, a puzzle, a nightmare, a lucid dream, a psychedelic pop song, a movie to argue over and most of all, a movie that extends an invitation. Wherever you wanna meet it, it will meet you there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ill see you in another life, when we're both cats.&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3215265910743378550?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3215265910743378550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3215265910743378550&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3215265910743378550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3215265910743378550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/06/tech-support.html' title='tech support!'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SFyWz4__uEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wgFIRTYBTew/s72-c/Vanilla+Sky.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-4730944508793076315</id><published>2008-06-17T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:38:23.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes trouble :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="320" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OfDTS04iH14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OfDTS04iH14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfDTS04iH14"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfDTS04iH14 &lt;/a&gt;- here ya go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-4730944508793076315?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/4730944508793076315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=4730944508793076315&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4730944508793076315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4730944508793076315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-comes-trouble-d.html' title='Here comes trouble :D'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-3659112080522887044</id><published>2008-06-13T18:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:23:40.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeping like a willow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SFJPYX0_pOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MhOpmKX-vDY/s1600-h/270px-Willow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SFJPYX0_pOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MhOpmKX-vDY/s320/270px-Willow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211314998952830178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Weeping Willow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"song sung blue, weeping like a willow.." ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATES UPDATES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i got my voice back days ago from those mutants :)&lt;br /&gt;i am currently reading Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;school started three days ago. week 1 just ended. god, week 1 alone was like hell. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAT is torture.&lt;/span&gt; gives you pain in your body even in places that you never knew that could ache. oh god, oh god. i want to go back to grade 9. tss. in retrospect, i ruefully admit that i didn't make the most out of grade 9. i should've enjoyed it to as much as i can, grade 10 drives me insane. i kinda don't wanna go back to school now. rarrr.&lt;br /&gt;i can't curse publicly @ school anymore. DEMERITS DEMERITS. :( this sucks. this sucks. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been online for 2 straight days coz i get too tired when i get home. it's like i came from military school. so, i haven't been updating a lot lately. but there's nothing much to get updated about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;CAT starts next week. my dear friends, please pray for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bummed and tired. imma go to bed (time check: 6:36 pm)&lt;br /&gt;btw, 'weeping like a willow' means sadness. don't take that to literally though, i don't feel sad. just tired and idontknow and  the line kinda sounded cool for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh btw, congratulate me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S MY 100th POST. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i wish i wrote something better but really, im just too drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-3659112080522887044?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/3659112080522887044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=3659112080522887044&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3659112080522887044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/3659112080522887044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/06/weeping-like-willow.html' title='weeping like a willow'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SFJPYX0_pOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MhOpmKX-vDY/s72-c/270px-Willow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6416936722988457669</id><published>2008-06-09T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:59:37.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's gone byebye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY VOICE HAS GONE BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i have a feeling it's those Ninja Turles who took it. fucking mutants.&lt;br /&gt;but the Ghost Busters are still investigating the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6416936722988457669?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6416936722988457669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6416936722988457669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6416936722988457669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6416936722988457669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-whos-gone-byebye.html' title='guess who&apos;s gone byebye?'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6496146212538633502</id><published>2008-06-08T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:38:59.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flux capacitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've been to the Year 3000. Me's at Sesame Street with Mutant Ninja Turtles looking for Ghost Busters but we only saw Voltes V fighting with Power Rangers because Sailor Moon said so. and my great great great grand daughter, is doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've gone crazy. please forgive me. i've gone crazy, i'm so sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Angels in the Alleyway - but i really meant that :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so nice when you have your grandma around (kaching-kaching $.$)&lt;br /&gt;just came from the mall. wohoo. i finally found a school bag. bingooo. and i bought Eclipse. i dunno. i just felt like splurging cause it's almost school and when there's school - there's allowance. yuhuhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's something i really really want to have - i just saw it's price when i was at the mall this afternoon - so uhh, hmmm. i guess i'll have it next summer unless things go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, i am hating that CAPTCHA thinggy on Myspace. you know that weird letters and numbers you have to type? it's irritating me. i know it's for safety purposes but for pete's sake, im not a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, my posts has been so random. i know, right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6496146212538633502?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6496146212538633502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6496146212538633502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6496146212538633502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6496146212538633502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/06/flux-capacitor.html' title='flux capacitor'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-1688250571279874600</id><published>2008-06-07T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:26:45.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who'd have known?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SElk47iEqPI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sXf4N-9bWAQ/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SElk47iEqPI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sXf4N-9bWAQ/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208805373246744818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that apparently, Mi-Ann means&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; craving, desire, longing or wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not bad, eh? :P&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-1688250571279874600?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/1688250571279874600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=1688250571279874600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1688250571279874600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1688250571279874600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/06/whod-have-known.html' title='who&apos;d have known?'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SElk47iEqPI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sXf4N-9bWAQ/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-2353713961602513595</id><published>2008-06-06T22:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:26:32.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who ruuuuules?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally, my colds are getting better!!&lt;/span&gt; *happy dance*&lt;br /&gt;and sooner it will disappear.. yes, i know :)) that's why i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ran out of peanut butter :(( i'm miserable for that. but no worries. my papa's going to the grocers tomorrow to grab me some peanut butter and stick-o *happy dance once more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the middle of my 'trying-to-look-for-a-good-word' bubble for the previous sentence when i saw someone go online on YM and i was like 'oh god, oh god, OMG'. i know, im like this silly little girl who has this silly little crush on this silly little boy. lol, i emphasize,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; silly &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love My Girl (Phil version) lol. it's just so stupid. hahaha. well, i haven't seen the original one so it's a good thing cause if i did, i would have just compared it with the original. i knew i said i would never watch this crap cause i don't like Kim.. but the character fits her hyperness and over reactions, so yeaa. i like her as Jasmine but i don't like her being hyper and over reacting Kim on ASAP. glad to have cleared that out. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  am so not ready for school yet. hell no. i live a perfect little life right now. every tiny bit of it. and SCHOOL just ruins my perfect life. noooo :(( but anyhoo, i get to get an allowance so, kaching-kaching. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna reach me, find me @ Friendster but i'm most of the time @ Multiply and Myspace (lol, oh so random :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEANUT BUTTER RULES PLANET EARTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SElQgiWDtdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AyF0wiVxpXM/s1600-h/peanut-butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SElQgiWDtdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AyF0wiVxpXM/s320/peanut-butter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208782963936048594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*glorifying music plays on the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"According to all Laws of Aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. A bee's wings are too short and their bodies too fat. Bees, of course, fly anyway, because bees don't care what humans think is impossible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i found this on Bianca Gonzales' blog. ain't it inspiring? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-2353713961602513595?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/2353713961602513595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=2353713961602513595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2353713961602513595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2353713961602513595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-ruuuuules.html' title='who ruuuuules?'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SElQgiWDtdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AyF0wiVxpXM/s72-c/peanut-butter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-572574354557991301</id><published>2008-06-05T19:57:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:14:21.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEANUT BUTTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i love you. i love you. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not many know this but i am a VERY big fan of Clay Aiken.&lt;br /&gt;i have always always loved his voice. (i can guarantee that Karen&amp;amp;Feliz will attest to this). but i can't say that i like how much he has transformed. you know, the long blonde hair thing. i loved it when it was brown-ish. but anyhoo, I AM REALLY REALLY HAPPY TO KNOW THAT HE WILL BE A FATHER SOON. yeiiiy clay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking colds won't go away. i'm telling you, i am under three medications right now and it's not getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am getting addicted to this Hearts card game that is on every PC. you know that card game no one ever knew how to play? yeaa. i figured out how it goes and i am addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMMA DORK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-572574354557991301?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/572574354557991301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=572574354557991301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/572574354557991301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/572574354557991301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-you-peanut-butter.html' title='*sniff'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-2974196858096790292</id><published>2008-06-02T13:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:23:40.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so high, i can hear heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;when I was a little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i swore that i would change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I grew up,&lt;br /&gt;nothing else would be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see it everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we settle for safe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and lose ourselves along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause if you don’t dream big, what’s the use of dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you don’t have faith, there’s nothing worth believing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it takes wild hope to make the stars worth reachin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so reach out for something more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Dream Big ; Emily Shackleton/David Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it goes. i was listening to this song again and again and it pretty much hit me all the time. everyone has dreams and as i have learned, the dreams that we have as children are the purest ones since we don’t get influenced by things around us, we pretty much spoke from the deepest desires of our hearts. i knew that when i was a little girl, I swore to myself that I would become a Marine Biologist  cause i have discovered my inner fondness of the water and my strong desire to preserve the marine life. water is something i have been so passionate about. but as years went, my perspective in life changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as I want to pursue something i am passionate about, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life ain’t that easy.&lt;/span&gt; we have to cope up with the needs of the present and deal with the reality that sometimes, we have to give up something we want for ourselves, for the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am talking about the number of young people who are forced by surrounding factors to take up Nursing instead of doing what they really want to do in life.  they do this for the sake of their families so they could financially help them and keep up with the growing needs of the present. to work abroad and eventually bring the rest of our families along to escape the situation we have in the Philippines with this kind of government. let’s face it, we all want to live in a place where we feel secured and at peace and the Philippines is not really the best place you want to be when it comes to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everywhere you look you find homeless people, jobless people and people who resort to vices to ease their selves up from all their misfortunes and problems they are facing. is this the ideal kind of place to live in? hell no. and i personally blame the government for destroying the dreams of the young people. if the people in the government focus on helping those in need and making this place a better one more than helping themselves corrupt money to satisfy their greed, i don’t think we would be forced to take up courses to secure us jobs that can make us get away from this damned place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE – DREAMS = JOB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eureka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the lighter note, I have realized that nursing isn’t a bad course. keeping those financial reasons away from my mind, i can see the benefits of having this kind of job. i can say that i am one of those people who like to help people and see what effects we can do by our small help. and what more way to make people happy than to save lives? i know that other jobs can also help other people but in an indirect way. I personally would like to take a front row seat and help them in a direct way and also see how happy i can make them feel, directly. and I am also a type of person who is interested in learning stories of people’s lives and being a nurse, you get the opportunity to interact with people and get to know their stories. just thinking about it already makes me feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, that’s the way i deal with this things, by thinking of the positive side. cause it is important to do something for the rest of your life that you yourself are happy with. and recently, i can see a clearer picture of myself in the position i am aiming to be at in the future. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dream now is to be in a place in the future where I am able to make other people happy and myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as far as water goes, i am helping by being the Drip Watch at home. i hate hearing those sounds of dripping water. it’s not that i don’t like the sound but it’s the idea that people actually allow water to drip when they know that that water could be saved. think of the other people in the world who are not as fortunate as us to have good water supply, so please for pete’s sake, save water. not many know this but dripping water is my ultimate pet peeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this one on MS WORD 3 days ago. we lost our internet connection because of the unknown. the Broadband people were supposed to come check our router today but when i tried turning on the router this morning, it connected. stupid router. so yeaa. welcome me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's almost classes and i don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colds are coming and going. i can't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my Npower&lt;/span&gt;(MP4), which i named Lil Bitch (in honor of Kevin of TheOC whom i totally love.. and i'll be seeing as James in Twlight Movie), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i have developed this weird connection.&lt;/span&gt; you know those times when you'd want to hear this kind of music and just that kind of music? well Lil Bitch's always on shuffle and whenever i want to hear a kind of music, i just select one song of that genre and leave if shuffled, and it'd play songs i would want to hear. but there are times though that i would like hearing slow songs and in a middle of a slow songs succession  a rock song manages to cut through. rarr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SEOJFVbnLYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tHfqZL6JuuU/s1600-h/MiAnn11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SEOJFVbnLYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tHfqZL6JuuU/s200/MiAnn11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207156318915734914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SEOJPsOHy1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/xUKzowOABsw/s1600-h/MiAnn6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SEOJPsOHy1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/xUKzowOABsw/s200/MiAnn6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207156496831859538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've been sleeping a lot lately.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss American Idol. rarr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-2974196858096790292?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/2974196858096790292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=2974196858096790292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2974196858096790292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/2974196858096790292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-so-high-i-can-hear-heaven.html' title='i am so high, i can hear heaven'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SEOJFVbnLYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tHfqZL6JuuU/s72-c/MiAnn11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6377144244370186705</id><published>2008-05-26T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:43:29.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've gone identity mad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDqwZOdiMeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eWKPph90LvU/s1600-h/moalboal+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDqwZOdiMeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eWKPph90LvU/s400/moalboal+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204666266805219810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, loves :) and so ever since American Idol Finale, my life has just been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came from a two day one night trip @ Moalboal with my relatives. good times roll. beach and bonding. yuhuh. it's nice to get away from stuff. no computer, no cellphone - well not really. it's just that the signal finding game gets too infuriating for me so i don't bother participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in that trip, i have fully realized that subconsciously, there was a part in me that really really wanted David Archuleta to win. i don't knooow, i just get to attached to some things and i don't like it if i get the bum deal. but i'm over it now. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;Cook deserved it more. but whatever, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching the Idol's interviews via web. but it's just not enough. i want to see more of them on stage, singing their lungs out. rarr. and i get bummed more and more nowadays on the removal of ETC from the Sky Cable channels. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am now super envious of my relatives living in NJ. they get to see the Idols on their summer tour this August. rarrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe that in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; two weeks time, it's back to hell hole&lt;/span&gt; (hell hole - school). i still don't wanna. i want more summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i don't know if you have noticed, but sometimes my titles to my posts don't make sense. lol, they actually do. they are actually excerpts from the random thoughts i am having on the moment of my typing. like this one, "..i've gone identity mad" is from the lyrics of "Grace Kelly" - the song Josiah Leming sang in Hollywood Week of American Idol which i was just looking up at YouTube moments before i decided to blog. hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot of inside stuff going on, right?&lt;/span&gt; you go figure what the rest of them mean. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i am totally hyped that i have finished my David Archuleta album in my multiply account. i have successfully documented Archie's journey in AI. from backstage pictures to performance night pictures to elimination night pictures to homecoming pictures to red carpet pictures to finale night pictures. :D check it out &lt;a href="http://miannexposed.multiply.com/photos/album/82/The_David_Files"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeaa, that's all i could manage to blabber right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6377144244370186705?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6377144244370186705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6377144244370186705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6377144244370186705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6377144244370186705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-gone-identity-mad.html' title='i&apos;ve gone identity mad!'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDqwZOdiMeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/eWKPph90LvU/s72-c/moalboal+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-8127427475685679025</id><published>2008-05-22T10:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:23:41.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the winner is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDTdLudiMaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xMMAviI8QOk/s1600-h/header.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDTdLudiMaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xMMAviI8QOk/s400/header.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203026663039971746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDa1-ediMcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fc0ejI3w-CY/s1600-h/32866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDa1-ediMcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fc0ejI3w-CY/s400/32866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203546504406643138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAVID COOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy totally deserved it! wohoo. but i still love Archie from the bottom of my heart. lol these guys totally deserved it. so, yuhuh. it's boom shaka lackin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;random thoughts on the Idol Finale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-i am still hurt by the fact that they didn't invite Danny Noriega.&lt;br /&gt;-it was funny how&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; many&lt;/span&gt; people woke up early just to see American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;-that guru guy was hilarious. and i laughed so darn hard when Archie caught the dripping shaving cream with his hand. lol.&lt;br /&gt;-i loved Archie and Cook's song duet. it was amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-where was the Mariah-Cook duet?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JONAS BROTHERS&lt;/span&gt;. wohooo. i was kinda disappointed there was not any blooper on that one. and i was waiting for Kevin's SOS dance. lol.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97.5 MILLION VOTES&lt;/span&gt;. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- what was Jordin wearing? TOBLERONE wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s the only thing that popped to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; my mind. this kind of toblerone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDTa5ediMZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/KF95DbZgQus/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDTa5ediMZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/KF95DbZgQus/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203024150484103570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-man, i loved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apologize - Archie version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-REYNALDO. oh god, Reynaldo. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I WILL MISS AMERICAN IDOL 7 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;totally. they had good talents and haven't you noticed? they had the best looking male contestants ever. hahaha. Archie, Cook, Castro, Johns - yuhuh&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 months of waiting and 5 months of IDOL pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d it off.&lt;/span&gt; i can't wait for next season. :D&lt;br /&gt;-and, i am now imagining Cook's face on the American Idol backdrop during the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;-and, i am now officially cursed. hahaha. i always always develop a liking to the runner-ups. Aiken, McPhee, Blake, Archie.. so, who's next? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i still love you David James Archuleta. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDTebudiMbI/AAAAAAAAAYY/c0-idQtdM7I/s1600-h/davidarchuletaog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDTebudiMbI/AAAAAAAAAYY/c0-idQtdM7I/s400/davidarchuletaog5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203028037429506482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(credits to iluv_davida of AF.com for this image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so don't wait for someone to tell you it's too late cause these are the best days. there's always something tomorrow to so i say, let's make the best of tonight. here comes the rest of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;- Best Days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my Archie song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-8127427475685679025?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/8127427475685679025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=8127427475685679025&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8127427475685679025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8127427475685679025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-winner-is.html' title='and the winner is..'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDTdLudiMaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xMMAviI8QOk/s72-c/header.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-7074026158885607417</id><published>2008-05-21T19:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:31:32.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUHUH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID VS DAVID FINALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDQGwAUM9vI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zvuB0MQ5pbQ/s1600-h/normal_063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDQGwAUM9vI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zvuB0MQ5pbQ/s400/normal_063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202790891307988722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this time i have been saying that all i want is to have to two Davids in the Top2 and im waaay good. i love both of them and whoever wins, i'll be happy. but tonight, tonight just.. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the winning songs suck. lol. but i totally agree that Archie's song was a better coronation song than Cook's pick cause Cook's pick was about dreaming big, believing, having faith.. but it's a coronation song, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winning song&lt;/span&gt; and it should be about grasping the moment you are in cause you're already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW LOVES, BUT I TOTALLY SAY ARCHIE WON THE NIGHT. AND I WANT HIM TO WIN.  but you know.. in respect to David Cook's past performances, i don't know.. i'm torn. and i can't predict what's going to happen. rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a lil trivia though,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson, Fantasia Barrino, Carrie Underwood, Taylor Hicks, Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;they all had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1866-IDOL-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the second performer always won with the exception of Season 2 where Clay Aiken had the 2nd spot but lost against Ruben Studdard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMBER 2 IS THE PIMPSPOT.&lt;/span&gt; and who was the second performer? yuhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really touched watching the clips when Ruben sang Celebrate Me Home. i was nostalgic over those people who left and who didn't make it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle. Josiah. Drew. Asiah. Alaina. Danny. Ramie. Kristy. Johns. Brooke. Castro. Syesha. and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;Reynaldo Lapuz (i am your brother guy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so odd how attached i am to watching these people reach their dreams. it's just so wonderful. and you can't help but feel for them. awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bottomline, I WANT ARCHIE TO WIN. Cook really could've won me over tonight coz i have always been open to Cook winning this whole thing. but tonight, i don't know. it's just something was totally lacking. he didn't give all that he could and i could say that coz i've seen Cook do better. but im still a Cook fan. and an Archie fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, we'll see what happens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;IM PSYCHED FOR TOMORROW'S FINALE.&lt;br /&gt;and i have heard some spoilers for tomorrow. i am totally totally totally psyched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOOM SHAKA LACKA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-7074026158885607417?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SDQGwAUM9vI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zvuB0MQ5pbQ/s72-c/normal_063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-1925037001557268536</id><published>2008-05-15T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:56:06.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;DAVID VS DAVID FINALE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCxJ0gUM9sI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Da-tRym21XQ/s1600-h/31970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCxJ0gUM9sI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Da-tRym21XQ/s200/31970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200612836082775746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCxJ8gUM9tI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ixWfNZ8LxDQ/s1600-h/31978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCxJ8gUM9tI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ixWfNZ8LxDQ/s200/31978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200612973521729234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally finally finally. the most awaited moment. its a win-win for me. :D  i love both Davids and whoever wins, i'm &lt;/span&gt;all good. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCxOsgUM9uI/AAAAAAAAAX4/enOUsxRkOZc/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCxOsgUM9uI/AAAAAAAAAX4/enOUsxRkOZc/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200618196201961186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-1925037001557268536?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/1925037001557268536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=1925037001557268536&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1925037001557268536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/1925037001557268536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-vs-david-finale-finally-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCxJ0gUM9sI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Da-tRym21XQ/s72-c/31970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-5767082252874266809</id><published>2008-05-14T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:31:55.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 3 in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pick of the week - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZJH__oyBWBw"&gt;I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCxJSAUM9rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_FzMIZJ0-pM/s1600-h/31982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCxJSAUM9rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_FzMIZJ0-pM/s400/31982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200612243377288882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUDGES' CHOICE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta - "And So It Goes" chosen by Paula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok, i got the song spoilers and before watching Idol, it's my habit to look up the original versions of these songs on YouTube. first, i really wanted to kill Paula for choosing a song fit for a snoozefest. but, when David sang this, i realized that the song really complemented his vocal range. well folks, it is not easy to carry a tune when it's a vocal solo.. the first part of the song was all like just his voice.. and the melody of the song was just difficult to carry but he was able to do it.. with minimal background and no back up singers. i am really impressed. wow. and if you don't believe that it's that hard, well go ahead try to sing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syesha Mercado - "If I Ain't Got You" chosen by Randy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was really good for Syesha. but she stuck to the tune and didn't make a statement out of it. boohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Cook - "First Time I Ever Saw Your Face" chosen by Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a different side of Cook's voice we don't usually see. he carried it. and well, duh, he's Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTESTANTS' CHOICE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta - "With You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kill me. omg. i could not figure out what came to him that he chose this song? it is so far from the David we know and that really really supercalifragilisticexpelialidociously shocked me. so, even before hearing him, i knew it wouldn't work out. i knew he couldn't keep up with the words since its fast and well, he's gaspy. and the song was simply not flattering to his voice. proved me right. he was running after the words, almost forgetting some, gasping every time he could, add up those hip shaking and the awkwardness. motherofgod, i am pretending this did not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syesha Mercado - "Fever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW. she was forcing sexyness. EW. i was so distracted on her movements i could not remember what and how she sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Cook - "I Dare You To Move"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just realized i knew this song (thanks to Fel) this was from A Walk To Remember. and lyric wise, i would like to applaud Cook cause the song really was a good meaning and fits to what he is going through right now. although it was hard to pull this song cause it had to be shortened. you know the momentum of going from slow to medium to full blast there is in a song? it's hard to pull that off if the song had to be cut and fit to 90 secs. right on, Paula. you're finally talking some sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRODUCERS' CHOICE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta - "Longer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Longer was a perfect fit for David. props to Nigel for that one. it was just.. perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syesha Mercado - "Hit Me Up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wth Happy Feet? Nigel really wants to make this girl leave the show. way to go, manipulative bastard. performance wise, she lacked energy and if she really really wanted to stay, she should've gave her all on the last song cause it is what the viewers would remember. it was okey but not memorable enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Cook - "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh god, i love this song. and Cook, really really really made it work for him. i loved everything about it. especially the trusty end of the song glory note for Cook. that my fellows, just made him win the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Additional Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what's up with Mr Cowell and Mr Jackson? their comments were like for the sake of slapping each other's faces. if you wanna do some slapping gents, go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;. Paula was actually talking some senses tonight. kudos to you Ms Abdul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c.&lt;/span&gt; why oh why do they have to argue about the song selections that the contestants obviously didn't choose? go tell it to Nigel, geniuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d.&lt;/span&gt; is it me or does everyone get the feeling that Syesha checked out Kristy Lee  Cook's wardrobe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e. SO WHO'S UP FOR A DAVID VS DAVID FINALE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some non idol related stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say I LOVE ELLEN DEGENERES. :P&lt;br /&gt;and, the computer sucks. its been slow and keeps on hanging.&lt;br /&gt;and my cellphone's keypads are just stupidly very hard to press. it takes a lot of pressing before something actually appears on the screen. oh good lord, what did i do to deserve all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-5767082252874266809?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/5767082252874266809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=5767082252874266809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5767082252874266809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/5767082252874266809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/05/awkward.html' title='awkward'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCxJSAUM9rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_FzMIZJ0-pM/s72-c/31982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-8477355626071976009</id><published>2008-05-13T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:13:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED</title><content type='html'>i am fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;our computer just entirely shut down this 1AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS TO THOSE FUCKING MORONS WHO ARE TOO SMART TO GENERATE THOSE FUCKING COMPUTER VIRUS BUT NOT SMART ENOUGH TO HAVE AN IDEA HOW STUPID THEIR BRILLIANT IDEA WAS. GO ROT IN HELL MOTHERFUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it completely wiped our hard drives. fuckety fuck fuck.&lt;br /&gt;now i have to download everything again from scratch. geez. AND, im back to Windows XP 2000 again since we can't afford a proper technician, we had to use those fake loser installers. great just great. and to add up, i have to go again searching for serial numbers and activation codes for PS CS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-8477355626071976009?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/8477355626071976009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=8477355626071976009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8477355626071976009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/8477355626071976009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/05/pissed.html' title='PISSED'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-6797715061649784516</id><published>2008-05-12T12:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:12:11.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>avra kadavra</title><content type='html'>right now i am allowing you and some other strangers to penetrate my mind. these are 7 things the most people don't actually know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so yea, i kinda got the idea from those tag-posts on multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. i can easily be very obsessive about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it can be anything. from stars to  dark magic to tv shows  to people to anything.  i'd Google it and go to different sites containing information on the subject of my obsession. and it's obvious what i am obsessing right now. or who, rather.  and if you don't have the slightest idea, you prolly don't know me at all so go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  i easily get bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i easily get obsessed on something, i easily get bored on the topic too so i move on to another obsession. my interest span is just a bit longer than the attention span of a rabbit. but that's different when it comes to shows, like American Idol cause every week, there's always  something new so i never run out of things to find out and dirt to dig. but as soon as the show's over, time to move on. same with people, like crushes.. their absences bore me so i try find another interesting soul. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. i  am a frustrated singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's self explanatory. and oh, add frustrated pianist, too. lol. i am self teaching myself some songs on piano but i don't intend to get proper education on the instrument. and i never never never finish learning the song. i just go with the intro and sometimes, first verse too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. i am picky with songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i am. not everything on pop music interests me that much. as some of my close would friends know, i do not like Bleeding Love, No Air and some other pop songs right now. as add some Natasha Bedingfield. i hate her, too. no not the songs, some of her songs are actually good (ie Unwritten) but i hate her for some reasons only few know (ha ha ha). i listen to house music and hip hop but i don't put them on my MP4. see, house music and hip hop music are 'short term songs' as i call them cause they don't last long. why? cause these type of music is very dependent on its beat cause that's what they're for, dancing. their lyrics don't have meanings that could capture you every single time so once everyone gets familiar with the beat, it get boring.. time to move on to another new flavor. and there are only very few hiphop and house music with meaningful lyrics (ie I Believe - Yolanda Adams) and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike slow songs and some rock songs, the songs try to deliver a message to the listener so even if it's not new anymore, i can still stand to listen to these type of songs because of the message that i could somehow relate to or imagine to cause i am a person who gives importance to the lyrics of songs. songs are like stories for me. some rock songs though, are not that meaningful for me cause they talk about sex, suicide, rebellion and all stuff.. and i am most definitely not that type of person. but i have to say, there are people who can relate to these kind of stuff that is why rock music sells cause it doesn't only focus on the beat but the lyrics too. although i have to say, i also get impressed by the beat and the harmony of the instrument of rock songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i like a lot of old school music. 60s 70s 80s 90s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beatles, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. i am very emotional when i watch movies and read books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when it deals with death, i have a weak spot for that. and in almost all movies and books i've read, i've shed some tears. but i genuinely get very very interested in investigation shows, movies and books. i like that certain feeling that intriguing situations bring, it's this tingly feeling in your spine that could really really drive me crazy and the feeling of relief and amazement when puzzles get solved and everything gets right back to place. i like the challenge. that is probably why i get so attached to Detective Conan, CSI, House and Shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. i sometimes question God's existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just do. there are questions that keep popping in my mind that can never be answered and even if i try to shove them off, they always manage to hunt me back. its really weird. and honestly, if you ask me, if i am at the same time when Jesus came on earth, would i be one of the believers or one of the people who insisted on persecuting him, i would say, i would not believe Jesus at that time. but i would not insist on persecuting him because i just don't like the thought of killing someone. yes, my thoughts are contradicting. but i really would not believe in Jesus at that time. but anyway, i guess those events happened to give enough evidence for the people of the future (us) to have faith. but not enough to prove and answer questions. it's so full of mystery and we can only leave it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. i am actually a deeper person than what people give me credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yea. i analyze stuff in my mind but that stays there. i have a lot of questions to some things that people tell me, i have a lot of opinions of a lot of things but that usually just stays there in my mind. i am not a person who speaks out much cause i don't like going against narrow minded people cause no matter what i say they would always stick to what they believe in so there is no point in telling them off. and sometimes, i just let things be. i won't care anymore on what they think as long as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know what i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i sometimes analyze the way people act. it's really interesting. i try to find out why they act that way and their motives. people's actions intrigue me. and that's why i limit my self when i am around people cause i analyze on how they react. specially strangers. it's a good thing and a bad thing. but when i am with the people i am comfortable with, i let it all out cause i know these people and i wouldn't care on what they would think cause no matter what, i know they'll accept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW LAYOUT. I LIKE IT JUST LIKE THIS - SIMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCfQuAUM9pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ndZRCYOSwxw/s1600-h/lq_%2817%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCfQuAUM9pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ndZRCYOSwxw/s400/lq_%2817%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353783599822482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-6797715061649784516?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/6797715061649784516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=6797715061649784516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6797715061649784516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/6797715061649784516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/05/avra-kadavra.html' title='avra kadavra'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCfQuAUM9pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ndZRCYOSwxw/s72-c/lq_%2817%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142932473633028853.post-4496666413504006130</id><published>2008-05-07T19:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:07:46.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm thinking bob marley!</title><content type='html'>i just knew Rock N Roll Night was going to be fun.  haha&lt;br /&gt;my pick of the week - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=F2Vl0-iNG38"&gt;Stand By Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCG2PdatsBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pw0YQrwiRng/s1600-h/normal_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCG2PdatsBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pw0YQrwiRng/s320/normal_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197635821673230354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the review part. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIDE A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook - "Hungry Like the Wolf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sorry Cook fans, but i didn't like this one much. well it was okey while listening to it but in retrospect, i'd say it's forgettable coz i even forgot he sang this song until the recap. so yeaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syesha Mercado - "Proud Mary"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song reminds me of Danny N, yea. this was his audition piece, you know? aww. anyway, yea.. it's hard to do this song since this song already had like a gazillion covers and it's hard to make it unique and in your own knowing that this song had already been transposed, changed or whatever a lot of times. but it was good for a concert song.. you know, Syesha's version like, brought the audiences' dancing bones shakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Castro - "I Shot The Sheriff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh i love this song. hahaha. and oh god Jason, we saw him do some movements while performing alone on stage. haha. i honestly didn't think it was that terrible. i mean you know, knowing Jason, he's someone who'd just do anything to enjoy. the judges was a bit harsh, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archulea - "Stand By Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;right now, i wanna be David's dog. lucky dog, David sings to him this song. haha. this song, reminds me a lot of Josiah Lemming. i loooooove Josiah! mucho. haha. anyway, he sang it really nice and you know, you can't help but smile while watching him sing it. AAAND i was in a slight shock when a Sean Kingston lyric got lost in his song. hahahaha. but it was cool, i was just like "wooah, what was that?" hahaha. i loooved it i looved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIDE B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook - "Baba O'Riley"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i loooove this song. i was kinda disappointed how they murdered the intro. i love the The Who's intro on this song.. hahaha. it is my favorite pary especially when the drum comes in. i don't care if the intro takes like, 1 min of the song, i just love it. anywaaay. haha. back to Cook, i love his version.. at first i was like "too sloow, man" but then it kinda  got better and better. in totality, i like his version. but i love the original version more (yes, because of the intro. lol) hopefully he makes a studio on this song and hopefully the intro doesn't get murdered. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syesha Mercado - "Change is  Gonna Come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i remember telling myself that i liked her vocals on this song but right now, i really couldn't remember how the song sounded. forgettable but pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Castro - "Mr Tambourine Man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the judges were harsh really. cause it was really okey.. the performance in totality even if he was hum humming some parts of the song. but what really gets me is Jason's passiveness. oh god, i am just so entertained by Jason :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta - "Love Me Tender"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just knew he'd do Presley when i learned the song theme for tonight. hahaha. i just did. anyway, stupid song choice. i mean, what the hell David, why would i ever let you go? lol. kidding aside, outstanding vocals and the words, were just delivered so passionately that it'd strike you every time. i like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;additional notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. i totally love Ryan. ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;b. Arch Angel fansign i saw :)&lt;br /&gt;c. Rascall Flatts in the house! :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is a highway.. &lt;/span&gt;i always wanna sing that song everytime i see them :P&lt;br /&gt;d. Simon: what were you thinking? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason: i was thinking Bob Marley! &lt;/span&gt;all hail thee! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;e. it's obvious who deserves to go home this week, although i don't want him to go.. i love Jason. but, im doubting if things turn out the way it should tomorrow. coz, you know.. it's not who's having the worst performance at this stage of the show, it's about who are you gonna support till the end. you get what i mean? :D&lt;br /&gt;f. i was able to cast more or less 90 votes for David A this morning using Gizmo. yeeeiy&lt;br /&gt;g. and yeaaa. they changed outfits on second round. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1142932473633028853-4496666413504006130?l=miann-isthename.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/feeds/4496666413504006130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1142932473633028853&amp;postID=4496666413504006130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4496666413504006130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1142932473633028853/posts/default/4496666413504006130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miann-isthename.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-thinking-bob-marley.html' title='i&apos;m thinking bob marley!'/><author><name>Mi-Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07916646162983082406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnyDwHSSNlE/TfTLW_Jb62I/AAAAAAAABCY/bO_eSzvGatk/s220/DSC08410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJcon_atSeo/SCG2PdatsBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pw0YQrwiRng/s72-c/normal_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
