<?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-9806425</id><updated>2011-11-17T17:30:29.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-BuRnOuT sEsSiOnS-</title><subtitle type='html'>i shop to solve. my problems that is. i find comfort in walking and shopping. try my "workout" go to the mall 5 times a week, burn cash &amp; burn calories. good huh? works for me Ü weird? deal with my eccentricities and move on. c;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-115909001912056672</id><published>2006-09-24T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:26:59.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish ko lang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does anybody know any contact detail of GMA's wish ko lang? i desperately need it, not for me of course, but for our English Teacher. i can't think of any possible way other than this to help her and her family. grabe, please. i really really need to help her. please ask your relatives or friends if they know any possible way for me to contact GMA. it's not on their website, i missed the show yesterday. basta. help me. please. thanks!!! &lt;3&lt;/strong&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/9806425-115909001912056672?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/115909001912056672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=115909001912056672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/115909001912056672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/115909001912056672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2006/09/wish-ko-lang.html' title='wish ko lang?'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-115228642526394882</id><published>2006-07-07T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:33:45.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walang magawa! *deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Communicate With Your Ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/ears.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love conversations, both as a listener and a talker.&lt;br /&gt;What people say is important to you, and you're often most affected by words, not actions.&lt;br /&gt;You love to hear complements from others. And when you're upset, you often talk to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Music is very important to you. It's difficult to find you without your iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/"&gt;How Do You Communicate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are 68% Open Minded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line.&lt;br /&gt;You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Minded Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are 19 Years Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#9cdcdc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Values Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c9eaea"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/values.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty highly.&lt;br /&gt;You're completely devoted to your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they totally screw up, you're still there for them.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure they're equally loyal to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really value honesty.&lt;br /&gt;You do value getting your way, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;And if a little lying is required to do that, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;A few white lies never hurt anyone (at least, that's what you tell yourself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value generosity a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You are all about giving, as long as there's some give and take.&lt;br /&gt;Supportive and kind, you don't mind helping out a friend in need.&lt;br /&gt;But you know when you've given too much. You have no problem saying "no"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value humility a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be an easy going, humble person.&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally your ego takes over.&lt;br /&gt;You have a slight competitive streak - and the need to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value tolerance highly.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you enjoy the company of those very different from you...&lt;br /&gt;You do all that you can to seek it out interesting and unique friends.&lt;br /&gt;You think there are many truths in life, and you're open to many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/"&gt;The Five Factor Values Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are Los Angeles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/la.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young and fun, you always know where the best parties are.&lt;br /&gt;And while you tend to keep things carefree and casual...&lt;br /&gt;You certainly can glam it up when you need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous people from Los Angeles: Tyra Banks, Jake Gyllenhall, Freddie Prinze Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/"&gt;What American City Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Developing Ideas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/developing-ideas.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take a spark of inspiration and turn it into a full fledged concept.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at brainstorming, visualizing, organizing, and independent thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural sciences&lt;br /&gt;Computer science&lt;br /&gt;Creative writing&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;Architecture&lt;br /&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-115228642526394882?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/115228642526394882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=115228642526394882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/115228642526394882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/115228642526394882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2006/07/walang-magawa-deux.html' title='walang magawa! *deux'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-115185028946158642</id><published>2006-07-02T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:29:07.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walang magawa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffe7f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fef4f9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br /&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are An Intro-Extrovert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/intro-extrovert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're social - sometimes you're shy&lt;br /&gt;You've got a bit of an Introvert / Extrovert split going on&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy all sorts of situations. Parties, small groups, and alone time.&lt;br /&gt;Too much of one, and you'll long for the other. You need varity!&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you've got both serious and fun friends - and they don't get along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/"&gt;Are You An Extrovert or Introvert?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a City Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/city-girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you live in the city or not, you've got the heart of a city girl.&lt;br /&gt;You're up on the latest trends - what's hot in music, food, and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;And you love to be on the go. Your perfect day is filled with tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect guy is a city guy, so head to LA, NYC, Sydney, or London to find him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guys Like That You're Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/you-are-sensitive.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not in that "cry at a drop of a hat" sort of way&lt;br /&gt;You just get most guys - even if you're not trying to&lt;br /&gt;Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Like About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#bfe9ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally good at balancing work and play.&lt;br /&gt;When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.&lt;br /&gt;Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Earth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/earth.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you have consistency and integrity.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about staying grounded and centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with your zest for life and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style is defined by setting the scene, creating a unique moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady progress and stability are the cornerstones of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;You may take things too slowly, but you never put your heart at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and another Earth element: need each other too much to build a good foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is medium.&lt;br /&gt;In general, you prefer to have only one love interest.&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard for you to stay devoted for too long!&lt;br /&gt;There's too much eye candy to keep you from wandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is high.&lt;br /&gt;You've loved, lost, and loved again.&lt;br /&gt;You have had a wide range of love experiences.&lt;br /&gt;And when the real thing comes along, you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.&lt;br /&gt;You know a relationship is not about getting your way.&lt;br /&gt;And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.&lt;br /&gt;You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.&lt;br /&gt;You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is medium.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time."&lt;br /&gt;You usually find it easy to be part of a couple.&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Number is 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovenumberquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the numbers, you are the most caring and empathetic lover.&lt;br /&gt;Unselfish and humble, you find it easy to forgive your sweetie's mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;At times, your need to please can be come a bit too needy.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you remain somewhat independent, your relationships are perfectly balanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovenumberquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Love Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-115185028946158642?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-114266493569586880</id><published>2006-03-18T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:55:35.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adieu second year!</title><content type='html'>woohoo! my second year life's over and done! woohoo! haha c: 205 days of torture AND joy. i can't be any happier that's it's finally over. good bye sophomore-dom. wahaha c: i am currently at yanie's house, still wearing my soph necktie (therefore, i am still in my unfiform. wahaha c:) we're heading off to linsei's in a couple of minutes for a drinking session. alcohol in 2 in the afternoon? ayus! wahaha c: pero i swore that im not goin to drink anything that has alcohol. yes. even if it's a mere 0.5%. ayokoayokoayoko. walang makakapilit skn. no alcohol in my bloodstream until the "right time" has come. amen! hehe c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero with all honesty i am so going to miss my classmates. ii-masunurin. my gad. wahaha c: my infinite source of pain in the ass and laughter. god para ko narin silang mga anak. tawagin kba namang momsie every single minute of every waking day. endless teasing, "good morning"s and "late ka na naman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll remember the times when i was asked to collect the notebooks in a particular subject and i told them. "mga notebooks sa shelves sa likod ah. wag sa upuan ko. i repeat, sa shelves hindi sa upuan ko." and in the span of less than a minute, sunod-sunod na yun "kanino daw ipapasa?" "dortz dito ko sa upuan mo lalagay ah." "ano daw sbe ni momsie?" "tapos ano nangyari kgbe?" haay c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my patience was tested in masunurin. as in. not that im not used to being a president, iba lang talaga sila. hehe c: no choo-choos here. we have this thing called "kasunduan". not necessarily cooperation, because there have been MANY times where cooperation was desperately needed and it wasn't found until one of us bursts with anger. naka ilang sermon din ako. 2 ata. for the entire year yun. wahaha c: unforgetttable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmates (myself included) were the type of people who would bring stuffed toys, fhm, cameras and mobile phones to school, eat at any given subject, copy each other's answers in almost every activity AND NOT GET CAUGHT. oh dba? and i thought i was the only one who can get away with almost anything. wahaha c: in this genertaion of extremely vain beings of the female race, my classmates were leading the pack. grabe makeup after every subject, looking at mirrors during discussion and "the brush is mightier than the pen" motto, i realized only until 2nd year that i was a true blue tomboy. i would tiw my hair at 7am and not bother to touch it for the entire day. i would occasonally look in the mirror pero it was from somebody else. o dba? walang bahid ng kakikayan toh. wahaha c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero one thing i would most probably remember for the rest of my life would be my classmate's super big help with ^&amp;%. as in. they helped me finish an entire cartolina for him. (mind you, back to back yun.) and who could forget every classroom activity, todo handaan habang si kahabag-habag na pangulo ay nasa isang tabi, kumakain/nagkkwento sa kanyang latest lovelife/natutulog. sometimes i think about how useless i am to my class. honestly. parang sila kung san san pang lupalop nakarating para lang magkaroon kami ng presentableng presentation, umaga na natutulog para lang matapos yung mga materials. pero nakakabawi naman ako sa pagbibigay ng sagot. hehe c: (by the way, tete and rio and even yanie were EXTREMELY helpful during the exams. grabe yung modus operandi nmen ni tete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanggang dito na lang muna. "inuman" starts in half an hour. woohoo! wahaha c: update later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-114266493569586880?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/114266493569586880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=114266493569586880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/114266493569586880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/114266493569586880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2006/03/adieu-second-year.html' title='adieu second year!'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-114226025893960734</id><published>2006-03-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:30:58.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay c:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's amazing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;some people, they just say these small things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one sentence and it changes the way you feel about them in an instant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;small words that can hurt you so much or make you fall deeply in love forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it changes everything, and nothing between you two is ever really the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even if they don't know it, it still happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I used to look out for everyone but me..&lt;br /&gt;everyone's needs, especially yours, were put before my own.&lt;br /&gt;I made many apologies for things that were never my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I gave into many things that I didn't want to do&lt;br /&gt;&amp; forgot many words that should have never been said.&lt;br /&gt;I forgave many things that I should have never forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;amp; after all that I realize now that you can never forget,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; words do hurt. &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/9806425-114226025893960734?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/114226025893960734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=114226025893960734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/114226025893960734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/114226025893960734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2006/03/hay-c.html' title='hay c:'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-114121675583134377</id><published>2006-03-01T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:39:15.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gratifying day c:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ash wednesday. i still have the cross on my forehead. it hasn't faded yet. knowing na 10am pa nilagay yun, talk about lasting power! wahaha c: coolness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finals are nearing and i have this so-called strategy to use my time wisely and get all the right things at the right time. woohoo! haha c: hope i stick to my schedule. projects are evil. they can be fatal. mental burnout. i hope not! relax c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me talk about this day. no 2 days are exactly alike, kahit super boring pa yun, magkakaiba pren. i wasn't late today, thank God! had our novena prayer. (which, by the way, is extremely boring. there's this part where it's clearly written that it has to be prayed every 1st wednesday of the month, but we pray that every single wednesday, kahit hindi 1st. sheesh!) then ms. concepcion allowed us to watch the juniors' culminating activity thingy. they were good pero i was so damn &lt;em&gt;bored to tears&lt;/em&gt;. speaking of tears, i forgot to put on my contacts so i wore glasses. whoo! and i brought my visine along. we had fun teasing chua and ola with my drama sessions. nangalahati visine ko. wahaha c: ms casas didn't allow us to finish the play so we had English for abt 20 minutes. haha c: after recess, yanie and i were left behind the lines of our respective classmates. we caught up with my section and ms. arenas didn't even notice yanie included in her class. &lt;strong&gt;tagaay!&lt;/strong&gt; wahaha c: after lunch, we had our rosary at the chapel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i used the rosary for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the good part c: (retold by pemy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ms. milan: o sweethearts kanino nyo gs2 ioffer yung rosary ntn ngyon.&lt;br /&gt;msunurin: (in a chorus tpos serious pa) kay kuya !@# po&lt;br /&gt;dortz: (mind lost in space) haaa?&lt;br /&gt;ms. milan: sino yun?&lt;br /&gt;dona: si asdfghjk asdf po.&lt;br /&gt;ms. milan: ano nangyari sknya?&lt;br /&gt;msunurin: naaksidente po.&lt;br /&gt;dortz: (confused) ok bakit kayo ang nagsasabi nyan?&lt;br /&gt;ms. milan: ok. meron pa?&lt;br /&gt;jaika: kay asdf po. pagdadasal po namin na manumbalik ang kanyang normal na pagiisip. nasisiraan po ksi ng bait eh.&lt;br /&gt;ms. milan: kyo tlg sweethearts.&lt;br /&gt;(start ng prayer)&lt;br /&gt;nina: we offer this rosary for the fast recovery of asdfghjk asdf.&lt;br /&gt;(lahat tingin sabay pang-asar na ngiti skn)&lt;br /&gt;dortz: ha ha ha (sarcastic pero natouch na smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you believe the lucky guy? have an entire class of 38 pray for his recovery? and to think i was mentally absent at that time, dona and the others were the ones who volunteered to pray for him. to asdfghjk asdf: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YOU ARE ONE LUCKY GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious talk with pem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dortz: lm mba, ntouch ako sa rosary knina. lam m yun, isang tao sa rosary nten. and to think ikaw lang kinukwentohan ko abt sa knya noon.&lt;br /&gt;pemy: alam mu, mrmi lang tlgang nagmmhal kay kuya asd. pero manhid at tanga ang tlga xa.&lt;br /&gt;dortz: nbbliw nko pem! ndi yun manhid at ms lalong ndi yun tnga, as least that what's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;pemy: ako na mismo nagsasabi syo, manhid at tnga yun! alam m, mraming nagmamahal syo. soobra. pgddsal b ntin si kuya asd kung ndi ka nmin mhal?&lt;br /&gt;dortz: i hate you. wag mko paiyakin. soft spot alert! basta thank you, soobra c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious talk with roque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ms toribio: (discussing about economics) ang batayan ng kaunlaran ng isang bansa ay ang GNP at GDP. kung mababa yung 2 yun, mttwag ntng mahirap ang 1 bansa.&lt;br /&gt;dortz: (to roque) pera nlang ba ang batayan sa kaunlaran?&lt;br /&gt;roque: material world nga nman. eh pno na yung ugali? pero nba nagpapatakbo sa mundo?&lt;br /&gt;dortz: eh diba money is the root of all evil? so is evil taking control over the world? klokohan to.&lt;br /&gt;roque: unga eh. mayaman nga yung bansa puro demonyo nman yung mga tao. asan n yung sense dun?&lt;br /&gt;dortz: tae roque seryoso tyo ah. (dortz and roque laugh til there's no tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo c: life's making sense! astig c: sabi ko nga kay neneng knina (she's an honor and she's going to take the test tomorrow and she's terrified like hell.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hay nko neng, hanap ka ng lalaking matutulungan ka, someone who can make you a better person. (wahaha c:) relax lang neng, wag mxdo kbahan. tatanda ka agad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waxing poetic my ass. wahaha c: it feels good to love and to be loved, kahit hindi ng person na pnka love mo, having friends who love you is better than anything else c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we prayed about 6 times today. not including the ones prayed before and after each class. miraculously, i was able to pray sincerely with full concentration. and i included my family (especially my dad who's working so hard) , my friends (whom i love to death and beyond) and asd (hoping he's being taken extra good care of and is happy c: , yup, im that much of a martyr.)this ash cross is taking over my life, in a good way c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my brother dex just came near me and gave me ferrero rocher. he told me "achi kuha ka lang ha. sa ating 2 lang to." nothing like good ol brotherly love and chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prayers, food, love, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh God i love my life&lt;/strong&gt; (and &lt;em&gt;theirs&lt;/em&gt; too!) c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-114121675583134377?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/114121675583134377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=114121675583134377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/114121675583134377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/114121675583134377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2006/03/gratifying-day-c.html' title='gratifying day c:'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-114087045610979934</id><published>2006-02-25T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:27:39.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some things to think about c:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e honest and frank anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest person with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Think big anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Build anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People really need help but may attack if you help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help people anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Give the world the best you have and you might get kicked in the teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Give the world the best you've got anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i`m &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; gonna &lt;strong&gt;get drunk&lt;/strong&gt; to please the crowd&lt;br /&gt;i`m &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; gonna &lt;strong&gt;be a slut&lt;/strong&gt; and sleep around&lt;br /&gt;i`m gonna say &lt;strong&gt;what I think&lt;/strong&gt; and say it loud&lt;br /&gt;i`m gonna say &lt;strong&gt;what I believe&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; stand proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i`m gonna &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. no matter who i`m around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To every girl who &lt;em&gt;gossiped about me&lt;/em&gt; in corners of parties,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to those who were my &lt;em&gt;slap in the face&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to the &lt;em&gt;close minded&lt;/em&gt; or misunderstanding,&lt;br /&gt;to those boys that &lt;em&gt;broke my heart&lt;/em&gt;, and&lt;br /&gt;to those friends who turned out to be &lt;em&gt;backstabbers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You all &lt;em&gt;challenged&lt;/em&gt; me to become the person I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;stronger&lt;/em&gt; because of all the stupid things you put me through.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you have done to me,&lt;br /&gt;you have unknowingly done so much more for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;thanks.&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9806425-114087045610979934?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/114087045610979934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=114087045610979934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/114087045610979934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/114087045610979934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-things-to-think-about-c.html' title='some things to think about c:'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-114019234893130965</id><published>2006-02-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:05:48.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelievable c:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my life has been on the right track lately. im being mentally productive. rar. wahaha c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people do crazy things when life throws them lemons. some people cry their hearts out, some go partying, some drink, some sleep and some juts stupidly starve themselves. in my case, whenever im problematic, instead of opening up my feelings, id rather &lt;strong&gt;eat&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have been eating &lt;strong&gt;excessively&lt;/strong&gt; these days. my friends call it the "lamon diet". last monday, i ate chicken steak at kfc and 3 donuts from go nuts. tuesday, i ate adobo with rice at school but i &lt;em&gt;shared&lt;/em&gt; the calories with pem. wednesday, pem and dona asked me to buy stuffed bears for their significant others at rockwell. being not able to resist temptation, i ate 2 meals of chicken steak at kfc and cookieS (yup, 6 of em) at mrs. fields. thursday, i took a break and survived with water, nique's pandesal with ham (i tell you, her mom makes the &lt;strong&gt;best ham pandesal&lt;/strong&gt; ever) and yes, i consumed more than the number of my fingers (in 1 hand lang naman) c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about last year ago, if im not mistaken, i wrote an entry concerning my overeating. now, i somewhat appreciate the extra pounds and extra lumps here and there. i guess i've heard enough of "ok na sana, ang payat mo lang talaga" remarks from other people, including my parents. haha c: pero sigurado ako na whenever im problematic, i should always have something inside my mouth, and bubble gum is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, walang progress. my tummy isn't getting any bigger. guess i have to blame my hyperactivity for that. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of activity, i &lt;strong&gt;joined&lt;/strong&gt; (yup! voluntary!)&lt;em&gt; drum roll please&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;chorale singing competition&lt;/strong&gt; for the glee club's culminating activity. geez. i didn't even join any dance constest! anyone who knows me &lt;em&gt;knows&lt;/em&gt; i &lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt; sing. &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;. the main reason why i joined is for the practices (meaning i don't have to attend my classes c: &lt;strong&gt;ulirang mag-aaral&lt;/strong&gt;!). other than that, one of the 2 songs is super cheesy but i love it c: it's called &lt;strong&gt;You First Believed&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Hoku&lt;/strong&gt;. now the other song, which is the actual contest piece, totally &lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;. it's &lt;strong&gt;Celine Dion's Have You Ever Been in Love&lt;/strong&gt;. hindi lang sa dahilan na it's insanely high pitched, it's SUPER cheesy. the practices are amazing. my batchmates are exceptional singers. as in sobrang lahat driven at tuwing may prac, serious sa vocalization. this is my first shot at singing so i apologize for being unprofessional. wahaha c: i admit i don't have the voice but &lt;strong&gt;i do have the balls&lt;/strong&gt; to join. wahaha c: wish us luck! please pray for me, im gonna need it &lt;strong&gt;badly&lt;/strong&gt;. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yeah, im moving on&lt;strong&gt; perfectly&lt;/strong&gt;. c: i didn't expect that i'd move on this fast. at this rate, sooner or not so later, id probably get my life back and go back to the drawing board. wahaha c: so to all the girls who find it hard to leave their past behind, i recommend &lt;strong&gt;not loading credits&lt;/strong&gt; to your phone, having &lt;strong&gt;good times with your friends who love you&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;being serious &lt;/strong&gt;about other, more important things like school and shopping and &lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;/strong&gt; c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;things are getting better c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let me end my post with something i learned from Lindsay Lohan's tattoo. it's something everybody wishes for, but they (or we, in this case) actually have, if you happen to think positively. c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friends,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; la bella vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a beatiful life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-114019234893130965?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/114019234893130965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=114019234893130965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/114019234893130965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/114019234893130965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2006/02/unbelievable-c.html' title='unbelievable c:'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-113981128501084173</id><published>2006-02-13T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:16:25.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desiderata c:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a certain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/ginge"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ginge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; posted this on her blog. read it, it's worth yer time c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desiderata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and haste,&lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence.&lt;br /&gt;As far as possible without surrender&lt;br /&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly;&lt;br /&gt;and listen to others,&lt;br /&gt;even the dull and the ignorant;&lt;br /&gt;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons,&lt;br /&gt;they are vexations to the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;If you compare yourself with others,&lt;br /&gt;you may become vain and bitter;&lt;br /&gt;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble;&lt;br /&gt;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs;&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;the world is full of trickery&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;&lt;br /&gt;many persons strive for high ideals;&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Especially, do not feign affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neither be cynical about love;&lt;br /&gt;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment&lt;br /&gt;it is as perennial as the grass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,&lt;br /&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be gentle with yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe,&lt;br /&gt;no less than the trees and the stars;&lt;br /&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be,&lt;br /&gt;and whatever your labors and aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is&lt;em&gt; still&lt;/em&gt; a beautiful world&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Strive to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;beautiful c: max ehrmann couldn't have said it any better c: &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/9806425-113981128501084173?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/113981128501084173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=113981128501084173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113981128501084173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113981128501084173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2006/02/desiderata-c.html' title='desiderata c:'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-113903868207432424</id><published>2006-02-04T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:38:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress c:</title><content type='html'>it's FINALLY over c: my (super!) stressful week, that is. jan. 23-28, o6 c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday- went to micka's house to have our hair fixed. wasn't able to attend the parade. arrived at school exactly when my number for the sports wear thingy was next. my golf shoes were damn slippery. sheesh, i&lt;strong&gt; hate&lt;/strong&gt; poise. wahaha c: cheering followed next! my toes were wounded badly from all the barefoot practices. i was s'posed to run to the clinic but it was too late. grabe the pressure was &lt;strong&gt;unexplainable&lt;/strong&gt;. we danced our hearts out, made a few mistakes here and there but before i knew it, it was my cue to stand on the pyramid c: a &lt;strong&gt;dream come true&lt;/strong&gt;! grabe for as long as i can remember, i desperately wanted to stand high and proud. and i have to credit kuya jef (our instructor) for placing me in one c: i made my own choreography to ease the tension and went down earlier than what we rehearsed. finally tapos na! woohoo c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday and wednesday - sportsfest. i wasn't able to play much at kickball because i had this friggin ms. teen practices all afternoon. &lt;strong&gt;sheesh&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday - field demo! woohoo c: i super love my classmates! they did a good job designing our costume and dancing c: the Ever After part will always be dear to my heart. not just because of the song, but because i sweated my ass off for the friggin steps. the thought of my dearly beloved completing the dance makes me feel &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; proud of them c: cheesy mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday - mr. aquinas c: practiced for my talent at gail's house. went to school to get mao's tickets. went home with karen, cha, tete, pem, sop, boodles, tets and sam to bathe and prep up for the mr aquinas. fronted the screams of my batallion girls. bok sang "knocks me off my feet", a song which i &lt;em&gt;absolutely&lt;/em&gt; love. screamed for mao, daddy gan and bok. saw "the girl". mao won. &lt;strong&gt;happy happy&lt;/strong&gt; c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday - practiced my talent. went to school at 4pm. had my makeup and hair done. had a couple of costume changes. forgot my steps and my blockings. laughed with kari while seated at the risers. appreciated my friends' support. won 3rd runner up. clarified things with mao. medyo malabo pa rin yung iba, pero happy happy pa rin c: to everyone who made that night a blast, i kept all your text messages and &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that week was damn memorable. i:&lt;br /&gt;wore makuep 4 times. (&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; good memories)&lt;br /&gt;had my hair curled and blowdried a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;changed clothes in front of my classmates (like that doesn't happen on normal days) and my teachers (they barbie-fied me inside the faculty. screw you, bro. dennis. good thing you weren't there!).&lt;br /&gt;sweated me ass off.&lt;br /&gt;danced my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;was praised for NOT being late for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;became a girl &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for once&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't able to attend the fair because of the friggin ms teen. &lt;strong&gt;argh.&lt;/strong&gt; poor kid!&lt;br /&gt;lost my voice at mr aquinas resulting to my manly voice at ms teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; know who my REAL friends are. (i love my gwapok, pockers, batchmates and ppg c:)&lt;br /&gt;learned &lt;strong&gt;a LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of things about poise (something i hate), makeup (something i STILL hate), kickball, dancing, love(?), friendship and life in general c:&lt;br /&gt;proved that i am undoubtedly &lt;strong&gt;tanga&lt;/strong&gt; c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i congratulate myself for actually surviving the entire week. but kudos to my family for giving me EVERYTHING i needed for all the events i was in and my friends for giving me moral support and making me realize that they(the real kind) are the ones who &lt;strong&gt;truly&lt;/strong&gt; make the world wonderful c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, drama drama drama c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love y'all c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-113903868207432424?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/113903868207432424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=113903868207432424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113903868207432424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113903868207432424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2006/02/stress-c.html' title='stress c:'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-113638827104778527</id><published>2006-01-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:24:31.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;saklap.. just when things started (yup, started) to get better, good ol problematic me makes her big comeback..  oh yeah.. saklap's the perfect word to describe my current mind state.. i know im the one who's making things super complicated.. self-proclaimed disastrous dumbass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;after the loong, boring but fun christmas break, i finally (and unfortunately) had to go back to school. as usual, i was late in the morning. 5 minutes late. met louie pinca who was late too and she said i was gettin taller. woohoo. haha ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;told my ppgirls bout what happened, but i didn't let them in on the details, just a complicated summary of my so-called unproblematic problem. i admit, i was too angry, hurt, confused and whatever word you can relate to the latter, to tell everyone (or for that matter, anyone but Pem) everything. the story that would have killed me. tsk.. haha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but with the help of a hershey's bar, i was able to regain my sunny disposition and started doing my THE SW ahead of time. there was about an hour or so to waste. Pem told me she was had a hard time talking to me that day because she saaid i seemed to be super depressed and unhyperactive. nothing my hershey's bar can't fix. i was back to my good ol self in the afternoon, and was even able to fit the cheering costume because Honey wasn't allowed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;went to Gabhei's house to bum around, bought donuts and sweat our asses off. i wasn't feeling well because of a fever last night.. went home dizzy, tired and (still!) depressed. geez.. i never felt so damn mad and lonely at the same time. haha :P i love my friends. i MISS my friends. good thing we're back together, or i would have died earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;just a thought in my mind, "let it die a natural death.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;how fast is nature anyway? no plans of suicide, not to worry.. just a simple thoughtless thought, brought to you by my depression and stupidity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i will be hampee.. i AM hampee.. i will ALWAYS be hampee, i swear i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tsk.. saklap pare.. this day's a bummer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i love you LOVE [zian]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i love you CARBZ [keenah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i love you PUTUYZ [sha] hampee burday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sorry for the useless post, i've been feeling WEIRDer than ever lately.. tsk.. for the last time, saklap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-113638827104778527?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/113638827104778527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=113638827104778527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113638827104778527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113638827104778527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2006/01/tsk.html' title='tsk..'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-113293440490495809</id><published>2005-11-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:00:04.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=8445"&gt;"What kind of eyes do you have? (with pictures)"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/8445/res2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have eden eyes.  Eden is the color of water.  Your eyes symbolize your great flexibility. You are a creative person.  You can think of many good ways to get your point across to people as you have very good communication abilities.  When someone feels down or is hurt, you have the remarkable ability to help them and heal them.  If you have too little going on in your life, you may be withdrawn and depressed, timid, manipulative, unreliable, stubborn, or suspicious. Some words to describe you:  peaceful, sincere, affectionate, tranquil, intuitive, trustworthy, pure, loyal, healing, and stable.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-113293440490495809?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/113293440490495809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=113293440490495809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113293440490495809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113293440490495809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/11/take-quiz-what-kind-of-eyes-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-113129649745736298</id><published>2005-11-07T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:01:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;hayy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nov. 4 - Woke up around 2pm. Idle time as usual. Texted Y about the froggies. Said she texted Kuya Evenever (aka Kuya Mao), askin if he could accompany us to Arranque to buy the froggies. I was an hour late. haha :P found Y and kuya Mao (he was eating popcorn) at the cinema lobby of SM Cpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe the cab ride was ca-rey-zie. haha :P Kuya Mao told us stories ranging from his brother who had a "titanium" arm (from the elbow down, he later clarified) to how late (or early in the morning) he sleeps even on school days. weird weird guy. haha :P we arrived at Arranque and Y, ever the coño girl, didn't know how to cross the street. hanep! haha :P so we bought 3 froggies and containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez.. remember the containers in sari-sari stores where the candies and goodies are placed? those plastic containers costs 50 friggin pesos. geez! haha :P buti na lang kuya Mao was barat so the man gave it to us for 35 each. coolness! haha :P kuya Evenever went home before we arrived at Y's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yun.. my mom actually let me commute to Ayala alone. astig! haha :P manong driver was super daldal, complaining about EDSA's insane traffic. my mom and i bonded at glorietta. she treated me to Sbarro (mean mean pasta!) and then she bought something from Mary Grace. grabe. astig! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nov. 5 - was talking to Yanie when Pat texted. nagpapasama sa Galleria. Ayaw ni Mother as usual. Hay =/ but anyway, thanks to my do-or-die attitude, i managed to leave. bad bad girl :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw EDSA's insane traffic again. the thing that made me smile was manong taxi driver's generosity. though he was quiet the entire trip, he was super nice when he dropped me at Galle's entrance. the bill was s`posed to be P110 but i only had hundreds. gave him 200 and apologized because i had no change. he returned the 100 and he told me, "sige ok lang, kunin mo na yung pera mo." awww... so nice! :P few good people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought tickets to watch Ghost Inside. Y's mom fetched her even before the movie started. Boo.. hehe :P so Miggo, Kuya Mao (again), Patchuchay and I bought food. Ever the barats, Kuya Mao and I agreed to share the popcorn. waht we couldn't agree was the flavor. he wanted butter, i wanted cheese. buti na lang gentleman, so cheese yung popcorn namin. (though some of the popcorn tasted like butter. swear!) went to Dunkin Donuts with Chiq (Pat) while having a serious conversation about human (or better yet, friend) plasticity, love (?) and friendship itself. the funny part was when Pat and I were looking for the boys, they were standing there, side by side, sobrang atat and looking at us. basta you get the picture. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside, we just laughed the entire time we were there. haha :P it was s`posed to be a horror movie but it wasn't scary at all. well, maybe for 1 or 2 parts. nevertheless, i enjoyed our never-really-happened predictions, Miggo's "kabadingan", Pat's impatience and "kabulolans" (Pat can't say the letter R properly, she says it as V) and kuya Mao's sobrang weirdong kakulitan. haha :P Pat! if you're reading this, G-Unit! haha :P they accompanied me home, riding the cab again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was havin a mood swing.. so natakot yung 3.. hehe :P pero ukie lang.. offered them somethin to drink and then walked them to the taxi stop (well, halfway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam got evicted.. at least he has a career to continue.. anyway, my mom didn't scold me or anything, not even talked about the "incident". haha :P hampee hampee hampee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/rar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics! clockwise from left: kuya mao and i never seem to agree in pictures.. haha :P, miggo pa-serious, the boys' fave Patots pic, miggo weirdo! haha :P all pics by pat's phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nov. 6 - TODAY! wala lang.. boring boring. slept at `round 3am. buti na lang maraming katext. Pareh (hampee!), Chiq and kuya Mao. kuya Mao! yung movie huh. Nov. 19! hehe :P astig! super boring. but it's aryt. i miss the froggies. =/ hampee part was when my mom brought home Bizu today! i LOVE my mom :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;don't think that im the abusive daughter, don't worry.. my conscience is very much alive. i practically worry more than my mom. haha :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;demmit.. ayoko pang pumasok! no more lakwa! no more text marathons! im too lazyyyy.. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;yun lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;toodles :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps&lt;br /&gt;the following are stuck on my head:&lt;br /&gt;Rob Thomas - Ever the Same&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Simpson - Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Little's dance :P&lt;br /&gt;and /***/ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-113129649745736298?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/113129649745736298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=113129649745736298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113129649745736298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113129649745736298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/11/insane.html' title='insane!'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-113078230604975598</id><published>2005-10-31T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:06:56.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i slept at 3am today. very healthy indeed :P asked everyone in my phonebook if they were goin' to Robinson's Galleria this sembreak.. sabi ko sama nila ko :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat.Chiq replied, said that she was goin with Cruzie, Zian, Yanie and Lea. Uh-Oh. Lea. i love cookie but all the lakwa stories were so insane, they were true. i arrived at Movieworld at 3pm and Cruzie was super worried because Lea did not show up and she absolutely can't go to Galle. hayy.. so much for waiting for sooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang pinagmadali ako ni Pat pumunta kaya i went there with glasses and uncombed hair. im a total wreck, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Kuya Evenever (Kuya Mao for short), a senior from Aquinas. kabatch ni Bok. haha :P super kalog. he's super funny because he has only one face for all reactions. haha :P ang mga hirit nga naman.. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Miggo Llamas came, Kuya Mao's pardnurr-in-crime, super kalog din!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat and Zian were so pissed off with Cruzie so they left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two guys treated Yanie and I. wee! :P Mcdo kami! after eating and a LOT of laughs (thanks for the FACT and katable.. haha :P) we went to Movieworld. abd AFTER a LOT of deliberation, we finally decided to watch Ispritista (pardon my spelling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i really didn't like the movie, but Miggo's asars and a handful of funny parts really helped. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Glorietta 4 afterwards because of Miggo's 2 free movie passes at G4. the cab ride was insane. we danced, sang and made fun of each other. no love teams here, just sheer companionship. astig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Glorietta, we consumed a LOT of time deciding whether we were going to watch a movie (the passes' expiry date was today. harhar XD) or play at timezone (Miggo is an addict). we finally agreed to play at Timezone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 182px" height="231" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/KuyaMao.jpg" width="351" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 183px" height="343" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/Miggo.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;pics! kuya Mao and kuya Miggo. Yanie and the better pics are in my other phone (the infrared thingy is schizo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya Mao and I weren't in the mood to play so we just chatted at the chairs outside Starbucks. kulitan lang kami don. after that, we rode a cab goin to my place. astig! haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just can't hate a gentleman can you? astig. these guys were super gentlemen and very caring. kaso sa cab, ako nagbayad halos sa lahat. haha :P we promised to eatch HP4 together. don't forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Yanie, Miggo and kuya Mao : you guys (and girl) rock. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tikker y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hampee Halloween Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/9806425-113078230604975598?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/113078230604975598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=113078230604975598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113078230604975598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113078230604975598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-slept-at-3am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-113069292810212824</id><published>2005-10-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:22:08.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On the countdown of the most memorable moments in my entire boring life, today will certainly land on the top ten. Forgive me for my long post.. I want to elaborate on this wildly insanely crazy day. (yep.. it's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME - I woke up at 6:30 in the mawnin, and if your morning routine is like mine, (takes a shower for 25 minutes minimum, eats for 10 minutes, brushes teeth and puts on contacts for 10 minutes), going to school is not even an option. But I had to and i did. sucker. haha Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning &lt;/strong&gt;- arrived at 7:10.. good thing twas raining (no office for latecomers when it rains).. Sashayed in to the classroom with super wet hair, only to find out that one-fourth of my classmates were absent. haha Ü My wacky wacko classmates played caterpillar and i went classroom-hopping. The ever-so perfect president wasn't even in her room for hours and her classmates were all over the campus, screaming, playing and texting.. haha Ü I was studying for the Social Studies Quiz Bee when my classmate Pangs told me that I was in for a big big big surprise later today. I hate delayed surprises. They keep my mind working and guessing and thinking, which I hate, because I don't get to relax and be at peace. So I stopped guessing and continued reviewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiz Bee time..&lt;/strong&gt; Nicole was my groupmate, so I guessed that was my surprise. Hindi daw. We lost at the quiz bee. But it's aryt. No use cryin over spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. UN time..&lt;/strong&gt; grabe ever so boring! i wanted to die from too much boredom. Peach was my seatmate and we made fun of other people. I know, I know.. I'm sorry for bein so mean. haha Ü just when things totally totally sucked, Candy (Jayme) calls out, "dortz! si Bok nasa likod!" and when I turned, he was there. omg.. haha Ü super kilig mode! he looked perfect as always and my ever so dependable classates made asar and called on Bok. haha you friggin shitheads.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Surprise..&lt;/strong&gt; so i concluded that Bok's arrival was the big surprise. nothing could get any better than that. hindi pa parin pala.. in the middle of the unnoticed stage, this song was played on the background.. grabe puro &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;yung lyrics&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;so kala ko yun na yung surprise.. hindi pa rin! grabe.. then somewhre between the "someone" song and the asars of Inah and Peach, my name was called out on stage. awarding thingy. guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won 3rd place for the poster making contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was the big surprise. haha :P considering the fact that i do not know anything about drawing, much more painting, getting the award was far fetched. i was the last one to pass the poster because i was too tamad to make it. it was my classmated who drew the illustrations but i thought of the idea. so i have a contribution to hthe artwork besides writeing my name. but i was thankful it was accepted. as i was going to the stage to get my much-coveted award, my classmates began to chant in chorus.. "Bokothy.. Bokothy.. Go Bok!.. Go Umali!.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my classmates: i hate you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so embarassing. as in sooobra... i wanted to disappear in thin air. but it's aryt.. im still me. nothing AND no one could ever change that.. at least that's what i felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the awarding and Bok's sad sad sad departure, the Living Rosary started. for pete's sake innocent minds are tired and sleepy just let them leave the friggin school and start the super short sembreak! but we had no choice, so the entire row just slept. it was so cute it was picture perfect. as in like 25 students were leaning to the right with eyes closed. it was super duper cute. sobrang sleepy na naming lahat kaya natulog lang kami habang may nagdadasal sa stage. mean mean people. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i stayed for arounf 10 minutes and said my goodbyes. went straight to Keenah's house with Sam to change for the Aquinas party. saya! we played with Keeah's iPod, with her sister's tiara and ate snacks at her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUINAS - uh-oh. haha :P i was with my official gala girls (Bea, Charisma, Francoise, Marian, Sam and ever-so dependable Yanie with my "boyfriend" EJ) met up with BangBang, Voh, Kreamy and Brion and met some people haha Ü i was so tired from all the hype in school so i wasn't being the hyper girl that i usually am. but when my girls wanted to dance, i just couldn't say no. here's the icing on the cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migs introduced us to Bok. haha Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time i was about to see Bok thisclose. he's tall pala. maybe 3-4 inches taller than me. he shook hands with us and Migs introduced us one by one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dortz: "Im Dorothy"&lt;br /&gt;bok: "ay oo kilala na kita"&lt;br /&gt;dortz: *swooning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe. i was so kilig i wanted to D-I-E. haha Ü cheesy, true but forgive me, my dear reader, for this is what i call High School. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this guy named Miguel (too much Miguels in one night for me) asked my girls and i to dance. slow dance that is. i saw no harm in dancing so we agreed. we won as Mr. and Ms. Thrill of the Night.. how cheesy. haha :P but at least i won a tebby dear and cash :P haha.. Miguel was nice, but I still go for Bok. haha :P in fact, i may have seen too many wonderful boys but the only person i lay my eyes on is Bok. promise. super cheesy, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't see Bok after the party but i met my Gan's barkada. Gan is my twinnie Honey Let's significant other. such a nice guy he is pero weird yng friends niya! haha :P met Jericho, the other J and one A. forgot their names. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta this day was a total blast. thanks to my wacko classmates to Bok, to my gala girls and to God. i love you all to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-113069292810212824?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/113069292810212824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=113069292810212824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113069292810212824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/113069292810212824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/10/awesome-awesome-awesome.html' title='AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-112883834376004198</id><published>2005-10-08T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:12:23.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;my morning started like all my boring mornings. went to school to go to some big ol' church. Sop and I entertained ourselves inside Mats' old school bus, singing to the songs on the radio. we "sang" Ciara and Bow wow's Like You, which, by the way, was insanely fast. haha inside the big ol' church, we were bored to tears, as we weren't allowed to talk, nor even make our fave unnecessary movements. grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to tears was it. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling keeps on churning inside my head and my stomach. and the mere fact that you don't own the person makes it even more painful. i wanted to cry my heart out inside the big ol' church but i chose "mind over matter". i pulled back my tears (and told myself, "a little longer aryt?") fixed my immaculately white uniform and faced God and reality once more. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to Keenah when we arrived back at school. she had the same thoughts i had. i never wanted to talk ill of someone (ehem.) much more talk ill of my sister. but i did and im sorry, i tred to keep it as lowkey as possible. Keenah said she thought of the same way too. and she gave me news that hit hard on the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"may filler kaya sila. kala ko alam mo. matagal na. laging ngang hawak yun ni ---- eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well no one told me, and it hurt badly. haha Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Keenah, my ever so confidante. i love you. even though my life is garbage, you make it somehow prettier. i can bawl out every single problem to you and you would never complain. i so totally love you. hayyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back home, i was a bit sober. random thoughts kept on lingering inside my little head. but i had to get back to the real world. specifically get dressed for Bea's birthday party at Rockwell. i grabbed the first thing i saw and dashed out our house and later knowing i was and hour ahead of them. haha Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with Bea.Nuggets, Trisha.Kisses, Chi.Mine, Tonio.MyGirl, Gail.Doggy, Remz.Pancake, Cha and Linsei. watched 40-year old virgin. (watch it. it's very "family-oriented".. NOT.. haha Ü) hi-lar-ious movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that and some strolls and playing at Power Station, we did what girls did best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we boy-hunted. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we found about 50 boys cute and 150 not-so-cute. haha we also saw Georgina Wilson, Vicky Herrera, Julius Babao and TinTin Bersola and Jessica Wilson and the gorgeous Mac Cardona. he wasn't that gorgeous on tv but in person? gawd. you can't see his hotness and now fall in love. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to cap the day off, my dad asked me to fix my room. i ended with my memory boxes. some sad, some funny, some irritating and some very extremely super-ly painful. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the insanely long post full of nonsense. i just had to vent it all out. haha Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;toodles. Ü&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/9806425-112883834376004198?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/112883834376004198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=112883834376004198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112883834376004198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112883834376004198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-morning-started-like-all-my-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-112870273405304306</id><published>2005-10-08T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:32:14.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parting is such sweet sorrow, that i shall say goodnight till it be morrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Two households, both alike in dignity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;From forth the fatal loins of these to foes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;A pair of star-crossed loves take their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;come a little closer&lt;br /&gt;flicker in flight&lt;br /&gt;we'll have about an inch's space&lt;br /&gt;but i'm here i can breathe in&lt;br /&gt;what you breathe out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know if i'm doing this right&lt;br /&gt;let me know if my grip's too tight&lt;br /&gt;let me know if i can stay all of my life&lt;br /&gt;let me know if dreams can come true&lt;br /&gt;let me know if this one's your's too&lt;br /&gt;coz' i see it&lt;br /&gt;and i feel it right here&lt;br /&gt;and i feel you right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!&lt;br /&gt;Give me my sin again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the vacuous night&lt;br /&gt;steps aside to give meaning&lt;br /&gt;to gemini's dreaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;You kiss by th' book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the moon on its back&lt;br /&gt;and the seemingly&lt;br /&gt;veiled room's lit&lt;br /&gt;by the same star. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Thus with a kiss I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;let me know if i'm doing this right&lt;br /&gt;let me know if my grip's too tight&lt;br /&gt;let me know if i can stay all of my life&lt;br /&gt;let me know if dreams can come true&lt;br /&gt;let me know if this one's your's too&lt;br /&gt;coz' i see it&lt;br /&gt;and i feel it right here&lt;br /&gt;and i feel you right here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;A glooming peace this morning with it brings;&lt;br /&gt;The sun for sorrow will not show his head.&lt;br /&gt;Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things&lt;br /&gt;Some shall be pardoned, and some punished.&lt;br /&gt;For never was a story of more woe&lt;br /&gt;Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;That I shall say goodnight till it be 'morrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;coolness :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-112870273405304306?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/112870273405304306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=112870273405304306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112870273405304306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112870273405304306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/10/parting-is-such-sweet-sorrow-that-i.html' title='parting is such sweet sorrow, that i shall say goodnight till it be morrow'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-112870010560921174</id><published>2005-10-07T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:48:25.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;why do i have to feel every single feeling humanity ever felt? it sucks because you can never be happy and sad and dying inside at the same time. you can't share your problems to others because you don't wanna add to &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; heavy load. you can be happy of the progress and changes Heaven gives you but in a blink of an eye, you get all crappy and mushy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;it sucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;multiple feeling disorder i what i'd call this thingamajig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;you try to tell yourself that enough is enough. but your giddy mind risks everything again and you continue you "do or die" motto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ever so painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ever so stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ever so love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;tawa na lang tayo.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-112870010560921174?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/112870010560921174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=112870010560921174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112870010560921174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112870010560921174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-do-i-have-to-feel-every-single.html' title=''/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-112299073608522273</id><published>2005-08-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:33:56.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="200" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;color:turquoise;"&gt;How to make a dortz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:turquoise;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part crazyiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:turquoise;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add caring to taste! Do not overindulge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php" method="post"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Username:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grabe! It's week for us Dcans. already had our PEHM test a while ago. (PE, Health, Music) Grabe! Ang hirap nung Health! Sobra! PE was quite easy.. hehe :P Bahala na si Batman! Cramming works wonders for me. Delikado nga lang baka sa sobrang dami ng lessons, ma-mental block ako! aaaccckkk! Math's our first test. I soo love Math! Kahit ayoko sa teacher namin this year. :/ well well well.. Time to study!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;au revoir! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-112299073608522273?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/112299073608522273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=112299073608522273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112299073608522273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112299073608522273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/08/busy-busy.html' title='BUSY BUSY!'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-112083482436359546</id><published>2005-07-08T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:00:24.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey there. this has been one AWESOME day :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my barkada's first anniv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago, we "celebrated" our anniv with simplicity and laughter. (ok so we didn't have money to buy food and ordering isn't really allowed in our forbidden school). during lunch time, they gamely asked our other batchmates to play with us at the quadrangle. KJ and I weren't really in the mood to play. something different ey? but we finally gave in because while watching them goof around was extremely funny, joining them is an entirely different thing. we played the childhood classic "caterpillar" and Tets was the it. when she came near the end of the caterpillar" where everyone was supposed to keep the chain connected, JJ and the others just ran into different direcions. grabeeee! haha :p grabe sobrang saya! tawa lang kami ng tawa. by the time we were inside the classroom, sobrang pagod na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a miracle im still alive. i'd be dead a long time ago if it wasn't for these weirdos. i have to hand it to my girls, they have been with my ALL the way. they have the patience of every living, breathing organism can possibly have. im never ever ever ever blue when im with my kada. there's just something about Bhei's jokes, Tets' smile, KJ's "silence", Sam's laughter, Keenah's tocino, Micka's crushes, Dianne's kikayness, Jam's flirtaciousness, Honey's braces and Jhen's ice cubes that make me feel more and more grateful im alive each day. it's an honor to be their mom and a part of these gang and im not trading it for anything else. this is one group i would never mind growing old with. man oh man i'd be single for the rest of my life just to spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and I became close today again. si Mejia ang guloooo! sobra! anlakas mang-asar! ang yabang yabang pa. haha :P pero love ko pa rin siya kahit ganun siya. (issue!) sobrang nakakabangag yung taong yun! bagong word ulit mula kay Nicole! "ilusyonera" daw ako. parang siya hinde! haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the Hale's video of The Day You Said Goodnight thrice today. so awesome! Champ is super gwapo.. as always. :P Über perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day totally rocks. i didn't even feel any sign of depression. we just laughed and laughed the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my barkada. I love Mejia. I love Mrs. Vito. I love Ms. Gregana. I crush Ms. Baguisi. I love Hale. I love Champ. I so totally love this day! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank You Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-112083482436359546?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/112083482436359546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=112083482436359546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112083482436359546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112083482436359546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-112022898856382841</id><published>2005-07-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:43:08.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulitika</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my friends and i were actually talking about a sensibe thing a while ago: politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had different reactions about presidency: whos should be there and how snap elections won't work this time. "may rally ata eh" "parang tanga yung mga nagrarally. imbis na magtrabaho, sinasayang nila pera nila" "oo nga, parang others" "grabe. sobrang wala na tayong pera. tapos mag ssnap election pa?," "nagdonate daw si Loren Legarda ng 4 million for the elections" "ulul. kulang kaya yun. ang alam ko 10 million ata eh." "eh ano naman kaya maidudulot na kabutihan ni Susan?" "dapat si Ping na lang kasi eh" "ano ka ba may Kuratong Baleleng thingy pa siya eh" "patay na daw yung kasong yun eh sabi ni Ms. Toribio" "si Ping kasi discipline ang una" "wala ng matinong presidente" "kaya nga eh. sobrang maghihirap na Pilipinas" "hintayin na lang natin matapos yung term ni Gloria. kasi kung mag ssnap election man, mas lalo tayong mawawalan ng pera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: gagi alam ko na. para hindi na maghirap, alam ko na kung sino iboboto naten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sila: sino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ako :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sila: may kilala kayong dortz?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: gagi pag ako naging presidente, malalaos ang pagkain na tuyo sa pilipinas! ang pagkain ng bawat pilipino ay magiging TOCINO! PIZZA! CARBONARA! pag ako nanalo papakulayan ko yung kalawakan ng purple! pag ako naging presidente papalitan ko yung Lupang Hinirang ng The Day You Said Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;micka: pano ka pa aayawan ni Champ ngayon niyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe. sobrang weirdo namin kanina. may bagong "segment" sa school day routine namin. it's the Flag Retreat thingy. ang alam ko talaga, 5pm yun. but anyway. talagang serious yung pag-uusap namin sa politics kanina. to the extent na nakakatawa na yung mga mukha nila. haha :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;currently lss-ed to: Hale-Kung Wala Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                   Pilipinas Kong Mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang laya mo'y babantyan.. Plipinas kong hirang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wahaha :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-112022898856382841?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/112022898856382841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=112022898856382841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112022898856382841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/112022898856382841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/07/pulitika.html' title='Pulitika'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111962927303416207</id><published>2005-06-25T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:07:53.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 20 People You Know. Random na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gabrielle arcangel&lt;br /&gt;2. keenah ticzon&lt;br /&gt;3. dorie dollentas&lt;br /&gt;4. tets ellone&lt;br /&gt;5. tonio vera&lt;br /&gt;6. honey de guzman&lt;br /&gt;7. micka bello&lt;br /&gt;8. kj baldovino&lt;br /&gt;9. sam dajac&lt;br /&gt;10. jam salazar&lt;br /&gt;11. nicole mejia&lt;br /&gt;12. karen orencia&lt;br /&gt;13. kristine mateo&lt;br /&gt;14. Champ Lui-Pio&lt;br /&gt;15. dennis calingasan&lt;br /&gt;16. prince william&lt;br /&gt;17. sheldon gellada&lt;br /&gt;18. paris hilton&lt;br /&gt;19. blliy crawford&lt;br /&gt;20. ira cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Fill These Out...&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is 8 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;- she's single and not lookin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is 9 a boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;- girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would 11 and 2 make a cute couple?&lt;br /&gt;- oh yeah! joke :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How about 18 and 4?&lt;br /&gt;- Paris and Champ?! noooo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What grade is 17 in?&lt;br /&gt;- i have no idea :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When was the last time you talked to 12?&lt;br /&gt;- last thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is 6's favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;- hale din yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Does 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;- ye. an ate and a kuya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you ever date 3?&lt;br /&gt;- she's a she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;- she's already taken! (starts singing Hale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is 16 single?&lt;br /&gt;- no, we're married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is 15's last name?&lt;br /&gt;- calingasan.. kalikasan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is 5's middle name?&lt;br /&gt;- tacorda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is 10's fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;- me.. joke! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would 14 and 19 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;- bakit ba puro Champ?! haha :P yeah! parehas silang gwapo! joke :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What school does 20 go to?&lt;br /&gt;- i hve no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me a random fact about 11...&lt;br /&gt;- she's.. she's.. she plays the violin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. And 1:&lt;br /&gt;- you'll never be lonely again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever had a crush on 16?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where does 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;- manda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's 4's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;- green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you make out with 14?&lt;br /&gt;- Champ ulit?! haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are 5 and 6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;- ok lang :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does 7 like 20?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Does 8 like 19?&lt;br /&gt;- oo ata :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How did you meet 15?&lt;br /&gt;- he's our Values teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Does 10 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;- wala ata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is 12 older than you?&lt;br /&gt;- nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Is 1 the sexiest person?&lt;br /&gt;- not really. im the sexiest eh. (asa!) haha :P pero she's sexy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever given 13 a hug?&lt;br /&gt;- of course! i love this girl! :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just got this from a blog wherein there's a pic of Champ :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111962927303416207?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111962927303416207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111962927303416207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111962927303416207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111962927303416207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/06/name-20-people-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111850486105141834</id><published>2005-06-11T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:47:41.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queer-ed!</title><content type='html'>went to Greenbelt 3 a while ago. watched Kyan Douglas for some beauty tips! i was ecstatic the minute i heard that the show Queer Eye for the Straight Guy arrived in our shores, what more excitement could i have felt when 2 of the Fab Five pay us a visit! Kyan Douglas, also known as the Grooming Guru, was said to have been voted as one of People Magazine's 50 most Beautiful people. oh diba? not bad for a gay! though my original fab 5 crush was Jai (read as Jey) Rodriguez. i'd settle for Kyan anytime! :P why the hell am i crazy over this guy, err, gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - 4 words. HE IS UNDENIABLY HOT. guys and girls and gays alike were screaming his name. `nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="282" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/Idontcareifhesgay.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;not a single inch of gayness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - he knows a lot about beauty, and i don't. so we make a perfect match do we? :P&lt;br /&gt;3 - he is not ashamed of his sexuality. he even cited the words "i am gay" 3 times throughout the entire "show" (pardon me, i don't know what else to call it). even though he looks nadah of a gay, (he dresses talks and looks like a man!) he is one, and there's nothing we could do about it. there was this part where the audience gets to drop a question in this bowl somewhere to ask Kyan, as Anton San Diego read them. Some of the questions were like, "what do i do when i have combi skin?" "what's the typical queer eye day?" "how long does it take for you to get ready in the morning?" "what skin regimen do you follow?" and all those other informative but likewise boring questions. the answers? Kyan did his very best to spruce things up and make the audience laugh.&lt;br /&gt;but one teeny-tiny short question stood out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl asked, "Will You Marry Me?" and the crowd bursted into laughter. Kyan didn't answer right away, kneeled down as if he was proposing and everyone was back to earth to witness this uber cool event :P his eagerly awaited answer? "maybe in another lifetime. but not now." haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad Thom Filicia (the Interior Designer) wasn't there. he was the "lead gay" at the Alabang Town Center at an earlier show. while inside JO at Greenbelt, i overheard that from some guy that Thom was at Max Brenner. syempre, the diehard fan in me quickly told my brain to go there. so okay, he wasn't really there, or maybe i didn't see him or maybe it was another Thom because the guy who spilled the beans was there. ayayay :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that Kyan's hot? he was wearing a suit at the first part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="187" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/KyanSuit.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;take it off! take it off! hehe :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after declaring that it was super duper hot, everyone screamed as he took off his blazer (i don't know what else to call it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyan has one cool manager. i think his name is Michael. and he borrowed our cameras to get better pictures of Kyan. he used mine. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="271" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/TakenbyhisManager.jpg" width="403" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i didn't have his book, i just settled for pictures. and after he left, i asked the photographer to get the marker he used in signing autographs. a lady told me to get the cap that fell. ahh.. the things people to for love.. desperation!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="263" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/marker.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="284" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/BelovedPen.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="256" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/DaphneofF.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ironically, i was able to catch F last Sunday and found out that Daphne will interview Kyan and Thom. and she was there too! coolness :P she was so nice. she asked me, "o did you take photos of Kyan?" i proudly replied, "oh yeah! 25 of them!" haha :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;take care y'all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111850486105141834?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111850486105141834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111850486105141834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111850486105141834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111850486105141834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/06/queer-ed.html' title='Queer-ed!'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111815645393824427</id><published>2005-06-07T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:28:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie Na Ko!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;i asked my mom if i always loved going to school when i was a kid. she said that i absolutely adored first days and hated holidays. seems like i have grown up in some way because i TOTALLY do not want to go to school now. sobrang boring. i hate to bid summer goodbye as it brings with it some of the things i live for. tata to bora escapades (even though i wasn't able to go), sleep all day uhh.. days, gimiks every single day, movie marathons and yes, even summer flings.. for now :P till next summer, Summer! it breaks my heart that i have to endure 10 months without my dear freedom. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 6 - First day of my sophie year! no more freshie innocence :P was quite disappointed when i found out that my kada and i weren't classmates. there's an average of 2 Wangerz in a section and i got paired up with KJ. lucky lucky girl by the way. went to sunny Hawaii for summer (geez : /) Masunurin's my section, and Mrs. Arenas is our adviser. sobrang wacky ng mga tao dito pero despite all the laugh trips and chismisan sessions, i still don't "feel" my classmates. i miss agap. sooobra : / we were like bestfriends since day one. and guess what? we don't have any new student this year. i miss Juno terribly. im still praying for her. hope she could finish HS. :c i missed my barkada! we were like hugging each other like we haven't seen one another in 5 years. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="397" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/ShowFoMore.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Freshie No More!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 7 - today! wala naman. same old boring day. handbook orientation and activities. BOOORING! can't wait to ask my mom to enroll me at Powerdance for the regular classes. Hiphop with Sir Marvin and jazz with Sir Danny sana :P nauntog ako kanina. so stupid of me. my classmates were complaining that it was "impyerno-hot" but they weren't switching the aircon on. i asked one of my classmates if i could use her chair to reach the aircon. there are two aircons inside our classroom, separated by a cemented "column" (i dunno what else to call it). pagbaba ko ng chair, tumama yung forehead ko sa "column" thingy. and the best thing was that my agap classmates were looking at me and they bursted into laughter as i almost bursted into tears of pain. ansakit kaya! huhuhu :c i still have my precious bukol up to this moment. sabi ni Tayao mawawala lang yun kagad!!! haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh yeah, i have finally found a song that will totally match the optimism i feel nowadays. it's called The Remedy by Jason Mraz. sobrang uplifting. im loving Keenahpie's iPod mini specially its color - apple green :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all amounts to nothing&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't worry my life away&lt;br /&gt;I won't worry my life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I take my time, there's no need to hurry&lt;br /&gt;When I'm making up my mind&lt;br /&gt;You can turn off the sun, but I'm still going to shine&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i love my friends. i absolutely have no idea what i'd do without those crazy dudettes. sobrang happy pag complete kami :P the gals keep me sane, grounded and all the time happy. i love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S. i saw this layout while looking for one for Mariyah. i absolutely love it! but i stil kept ShaSha's modified blog of mine para pag nagsawa ako dito, i can always go back to that :P&lt;/span&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/9806425-111815645393824427?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111815645393824427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111815645393824427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111815645393824427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111815645393824427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/06/sophie-na-ko.html' title='Sophie Na Ko!'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111781491755103271</id><published>2005-06-04T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:25:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoViE mArAtHoN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1 - watched Shutter and Madagascar at Market Market. i had a movie marathon, trying to catch up the movies i wasn't able to watch because of powerdance. i recommend shutter to alll you daredevil people. watch it alone and you will be petrified. haha :P it's a horror movie with a good story and even better scares. it's not your ordinary nakakagulat-pero-hanggang-dun-lang-yun horror movie. two thumbs up to this thai movie! madagascar is nice. nakakaaliw siya :P i wasn't laughing because i haven't recovered from Shutter yet. haha :P pero i liked it! lalo na yung "i like to move it move it (3x) you like to, MOVE IT!" so loved the penguins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2 - my parents 20th wedding anniv! :P went to Gateway with section D people and their teachers. drew knows the story, so pare, sorry ulit! : / had our picture taken at this "iPose" thingy. Sir Marvin AND chester were there. ayayay!!! :P `sposed to have dinner at Gerry's parksquare. but my mom was super tired and my dad wasn't feeling well. so we ordered takeout pizzas from pizza hut at the Fort. yummy fettucine! Yanie was right c: bro Rock was suggesting if we could cath the last full show of Starwars. ayaw nila momma and dada eh. but it's ayt! texted the night away with Danya, Kim, Les, Nica and Pauline :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 555px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="588" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/lakwaaaa.jpg" width="587" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;clockwise: CHESTER! &lt;3&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;June 3 (today!) - FINALLY! watched Starwars at g4. we were 15 minutes late but my bros were persistent. kaya yun. oh gawd. Shamir was TOTALLY right. Hayden was hotter than i expected. oh no. :P i loved every minute of it! (even though i was no starwars fan and haven't watched any starwars movie until today) the things (and people. or thing) that i will remember most about starwars episode iii will definitely include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Darth Vader's wheezing. i love him!&lt;br /&gt;- Yoda! super cool person.. or thing. loved his light saber. super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="568" src="http://simonz.web.elte.hu/wallp/yoda-ep3-hero-eng.jpg" width="665" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;- Hayden! good or evil, he looks hot all the same! `nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was trying to find a pic where Anakin gets up from his bad dream and shows off his mighty hot badeee. so sad :c )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Padme's pretty bluish silver gown :P&lt;br /&gt;- the Skywalker babies! Lea and Luke!&lt;br /&gt;- the light sabers! i seriously wanna own one! preferebly the purple one. c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will watch house of wax, coach carter, sin city and a lot like love (and hopefully, even say that you love me as well!) in the following days. eek! lapit na school! 2 more days! :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111781491755103271?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111781491755103271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111781491755103271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111781491755103271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111781491755103271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/06/movie-marathon.html' title='MoViE mArAtHoN'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111781169100087219</id><published>2005-05-31T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:14:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sa wakas! after 2 months of thrice-a-week madness at powerdance, recital day has come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day before the recital, we were called to a screening at 1pm at the studio. we practiced our dances and added 2 more minutes of exhaustion in jive. soobrang kapagoood. i was hoping to be at home by 6pm to attend mass and see "my" Crushable No. 2. :p unfortunately, we got to go home waaaay later than that, 10:30pm to be exact. sobrang nakaka antok na nakakapagod na nakakatakot na nakakagutom na hindi mo maintindihan. in short, May 29 was a day full of "nakakas". i went home tired, hungry, thirsty, sleepy, but happy. nakausap ko yung crush ko. :p i slept at 4am because i had to finish my costume for jazz. i pricked my fingers a couple of times and my 2 thumbs are now sore. i think it's bleeding internally. oh well. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recital day na! (although when i slept, it was recital day already) i woke up at 7:30am. can you believe it? i sleep for only 3 hours and i STILL have to finish my jazz costume and buy tights at Makati Cinema Square (the one i brought previously was a size smaller) AND keep myself awake up til the end of the show. so i finished jazz costume, brought my ultra large CLN paperbag, my turquoise backpack and 2 hangers down 4 floors of our buliding and into our car. whew! weating my Douglas Nierras Powerdance shirt, i was ready to buy my tights and go to AFP. after buying my tights for only 5 minutes, i went straight to Mcdo and texted my brother. sheesh. can you imagine that i had to wait for an hour and a half for him to come to Mcdo?! i was frantically calling my mom, my other brother and kuya rambo. he was out of coverage area. curse Sun Cellular. he had no signal for an hour. geeez. i was like, " Lord, bakit ngayon pa? please kelangan ko na po talagang umalis. wala naman po akong major na kasalanan huh. please bring my bro here safely and quickly. i was practically crying because it was 12noon already and our call time was 11am. i kept on muttering "i am sooo dead" , i was frustrated that i spent all those time sewing things and buying and fixing everything for the show but i went late and was catched by Sir Douglas, i wouldn't b able to join the dances. most of all, i was thinking that even God didn't seem to hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately (or unfortunately, depends on your point of view) we arrived at the AFP theatre at 12:20 pm, good thing Sir Douglas wasn't around yet. i quickly placed my things inside the dressing room and lined up for my hair (no make-up yet). after that, i ran to the dressing room and changed into my parade costume. i was a muslim servant and danced with table covers on each hand(blame Sir Douglas, he wanted to exaggerate things). then we had to dance everything with our costumes. after that, we just chatted the hours away while waiting for our makep and for the show to start. i was sooo swooning over my crush as Shamir kept on saying "ang pedo neto!" pedo or non-pedo, dinaanan ninyong lahat yan! haha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tapos na yung makeup. hell, i DID NOT look anything like my old self. the stage makeup was soooo thick and dark and yucky. i totally hate it. :P while lining up for the parade, Sir Marvin gave us kisses.. the chocolate huh. "good luck sa inyo!" :p oh hell.. i was like weeeeeeeehhhh! :p haiii.. sobrang saya :p Bhestie apologized because she said she will not be going to the recital because lack of transpo. i told myself, "if she cannot find a way to go, let me find a way for her." i called my mom and gladly, she agreed to hitch nelly :p after that, Sir Douglas gathered us and gave us the last instructions. i couldn't hear him because his voice was sooo soft because people were starting to enter the theatre already and that any noise would be "heard' sheesh :p oh hell.. sir marvin looked cuter that ever in his parade-slash-janitor costume. aaacckk :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parade time! we (kris, drew, carla, jill &amp; charm) had our last minute parade act practice. sobrang hassle! and while singing the national anthem, butterflies started popping out of nowhere in my tummy. "bakit ngayon lang kayo dumatiiiing..." i was super excited to get this thing over with. after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our parade act, we quickly changed to our jazz costume since we were the opening (eeek!) act. sobrang saya! i was super glad na tapos na yung jazz. hiphop time! grabe sir marvin was watching us! aacckk! :P i was super out of breath so i sat down for like, 30 seconds. then quickly ran onstage for our part. i was a bit restless when something struck me. man this is the last time i would be dancing this friggin dance kaya i better make the most out of it. sobrang hataw sa hiphop :P ballet! after putting on my "pretty" (im being sarcastic here) PINK costume, i was terrified to see myself at the mirror. sobrang scary! haha :P we had only one number to change after ballet so when i couldn't find my precious black socks and head band, i just danced jive without em :P here's the mortifying part. i followed kris at the other side of the stage, so when we entered, i was completely out of place. sobrang, "whoah! asan na koooo?!" hindi ako makasabay sa group na napuntahan ko. so kick-ball-changed my way to my place. just in time for the back roll part. oh hell. i would HATE to see that number on the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finale time! when it was projazz's turn, everyone just kept clapping and cherring for em. sobrang bonding kame ng section D! (Samahan ng mga Maka-Chester) haha :p ayayay.. sobrang happy! we just kept hugging everyone we saw. i will super miss my section C. sobra. :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 511px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="412" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/recital.jpg" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;so not everything is from the recital.. but i love these dudes anyway! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="472" src="http://images.cabrona.multiply.com/image/2/photos/12/600x600/57.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ok. so we look wasted. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="346" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/16/43/4743461/11933440136854l.jpg" width="508" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;we had a lot of pictures taken! and ate Amy was there! (ate amy didn't finish the workshop due to family health complications and a lot of chores. ok i know i suck at explaining things, sorry! :P) and guess what! the Stardance finalists were also there! coolness c; Daniel somehow remembered me. (i couldn't take the friggin makeup off my face becasue i forgot to bring a towel. im such a dumbass!) nagpustahan kami ni drew, sabi nya "hindi ka makakakuha ng picture niyaaa!" i was like, "tignan naten....." ;p and drew, i have the proof here. now. for real :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="532" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/CopyofOhHell.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;oh hell. who cares if i look like s**t, focus on the guy at the left! haha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;after that, we headed straight to Gerry's Grill in Libis. if you haven't been there yet, well then, go NOW. :P i super love their watermelon shake and their pork BBQs! hayy.. what a super day. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care y'all! toodles :p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111781169100087219?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111781169100087219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111781169100087219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111781169100087219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111781169100087219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/05/finale.html' title='finale!'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111685940377981926</id><published>2005-05-23T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:43:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EeEeEkKkK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;hey there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna share what happened yesterday. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this crazy day started with procastination. i woke p at 7:30 am thinking i have all the time in the world to watch cartoons with my brother. one of the drivers here decided that he would clean the 2 aquariums and that he would have to use the restroom for water supply. adn when the "bad" shows started airing one by one on different channels, i decided to take a bath already. i looked at the clock and FINALLY realized that it was 11 am already. while waiting for the driver to finish, i decided to cut my nails. i was looking for the nail cutter (or clipper.. whatever) when i found my gold earring! geez i was so happy i was about to cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, this earring has sentimental value (honestly, all of my things do) because it was my very first pair of earrings. i lost the earring when i was a freshman while changing my clothes inside the restroom. i seriously thought it went down the drain (literally). i cried a lot at that time, a lot of good memories wih that earring :p naiwan yung pakaw nun sakin. im hoping to talk to Tets sometime toon because she was the only person in school that knows that i lost that pair. anyway, speaking of earrings, i counted my earring collection. 13 pairs with 2 earrings which i lost the other pair andcouple more which i lost. i miss my pearl and super small earrings.. cool :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back on the topic of my crazy yesterday.. after taking a bath, i checked my phone for any messages the night before. i was surprised to see 25 bucks loaded into my phone. my brohters gave a lot of possible reasons why i was mysteriously loaded "baka nagkamali lang ng pag-type" "baka naman may nagkaka-crush sa'yo" "baka naman si daddy lang yan". my answers? siguro, hell no, the load was bought from somewhere walang number eh :p whatever! sa nagbigay ng load: salamat c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were asked to come to powerdance at 12 noon. we got there at 12:30, seeing about 5 people only. i texted the others to hurry or else we would be making fools of ourselves in front of Sir Doug. one word: effective. in ten minutes, about 5 people came! haha :p so we practiced, practiced and practiced summor. we practiced in front of Sir Danny since Sir Doug wasn't around yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Sir Douglas arrived, a lot of people were breaking into a cold sweat. yes i know it was airconditioned and was colder than ever, but we were totally prepared to be kicked and shouted at. Shamir's stories of tito Doug throwing a fit absolutely did no good. i was going back and forth to the ladies' room to pee, since i was afraid to pee in my sweaty pants. ballet was our first and some people from the other sections began praying and talking to ease the tension. how weird, for a second i thought it was auditions for American Idol or The Apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were falling in line outside and some of my classmates were afraid as hell. sabi ko, "ok lang yan, kahit anong gawin niya, buhay ka parin" and ironically, Sir Doug was wearing a NYPD shirt. haha :p they were memorizing the steps, totally cramming as i was resting on the wall trying to sleep. "save the energy and the smile dortz," i told myself. after our performance, tito Doug suggested higher kicks and more vitality. gladly, he liked it and he didn't even shout. Sha said that he really doesn't go ballistic in the first screening. lagot tayo next week : &lt;br /&gt;Sir Doug's comments:&lt;br /&gt;Ballroom: "best performance so far this afternoon" kuya Roy and i got OKs. cool! :p&lt;br /&gt;Hiphop: "wag ng palitan yung dance, linisin na lang." "wonderful variation"&lt;br /&gt;Jazz: "very good" "more energy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all off, i tripped on Hiphop and slipped at Jazz. san ka pa?! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one crazy day, but unfortunately, i missed Mass. we were allowed to go home at 8 pm and we still ate at the food court. so sad.. :c partly because i wasn't able to hear Mass, and partly because i wasn't able to see Crushable No. 2. isang oras na nga lang sa isang week ko siya makita, namiss ko pa! haha :p sige na, i got a lot of spring cleaning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;p.s. i've been watching a lot of Queer Eye lately. twice for today. grabe. Jai Rodriguez is the cutest gay ever. if he wasn't gay at all, i would court him. :p soo love him! tip ko lang, if you become bored, watch Queer Eye. it super duper helps ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111685940377981926?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111685940377981926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111685940377981926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111685940377981926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111685940377981926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/05/eeeeekkkk.html' title='EeEeEkKkK!'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111669059674731821</id><published>2005-05-21T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:30:54.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;hey there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a super cool day. in the morning, i had to wake up at 7am just to go to our hiphop class at 9am. just when i thought my bro and i was super late, the teachers themselves weren't tere yet. geez. we had to wait for about an hour to "practice" and extend our "practice" for another friggin damnated hour. in my mind, we did absolutely nothing. because i just wanna hit anyone who comes near me in the head. i was so bored, sleepy, confused and hungry and i just can't absorb anymore steps with all the noise coming from every part of the entire universe. i was just about to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side, we went to the Stardance Finale at Aliw Theatre! since i didn't know any finalist, or any contestant for that matter, i asked Jiane and Kuya Roy's favorites. hands down, their hopes are for Daniel. Let me tell you something about this Daniel Cabrera guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost his father last Friday (May 12) and has been in and out of Arlington, goin home tired, sleepy and depressed. and when he showed his stuff at the dancefloor, man oh man i didn't know how he nailed it. his world was spinning furiously but he kept his emotions on the side and proved everyone that he's still alive. he smiled, he danced, he played the bongos, but demmit, he was eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was evidently clear that his performance was better than majority of the finalists. most of us saw it coming, but i just couln't believe it. he deserved to go farther tha that, and i believed in him. but for me, and the rest of those who support him dearly, Daniel is still my winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way to the exit, we were flocked by people who were wanting to have their pictures taken with Daniel. and the humble, humble, HUMBLE man welcomed each person with a smile (a good one too) even letting dozens kiss him in the cheeks. man oh man.. it was a dear sight. when i mustered up the guts to go and ask him for a picture, he gladly said ok. after his(yes, he said thanks) and my thank yous, i was just overwhelmed with so much courage this man had that i absently minded said, "Daniel, fighter ka talaga." i thought he didn't hear me but when i was just to turn away, he said, "salamat. thank you talaga." and i instanly felt that it was one of the best things i ever said to a stranger. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="391" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/stardancefinale.jpg" width="518" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP L-R: Mr. Fighter himself, Daniel Cabrera; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i saw a lot of tv personalities. like ala paredes, anne curtis, jay-r, assunta de rossi, that "jhong" guy, eula valdes, jean garcia, jhon lapus, vanessa del bianco, jc cuadrado, archie alemania, marvin agustin and definitely not to forget, Bianca Gonzales and my dear dear dear dear crush AGA muhlach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt more showbiz in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aga was the cutest thing ever. he's so handsome, so nice and so damnated perfect. he's one of my ultimate crushes, sharing the same rank with Richard Gomez (mr. tall dark AND handsome himself). i totally loved bianca gonzales. she was smashing in her silver scarf and pink (yes, even though i hate the color, it looked good on her) dress. very pretty lady and very kind too. Jiane told me, "sige nga, kung tlagang idol mo yang si Bianca, sigaw ka ng Bianca! daliiii!" being the perenially absent minded child that i am, i screamed Bianca! not knowing that she would be able to hear it. haha :p totally cool! when bianca passed by two rows in front of us, i just had to call her. i was supposed to get my phone and take a pic of her, but i was enjoying seeing and calling her too much, so i asked Kris to take her pic. so cool :p sayang, i was hoping to get a picture with her naman. she's the reason why i tagged along witht the others to watch Stardance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved how this day went. it's like my entire life sqeezed in one day. boring, full of laughter and music and dancing, fun with friends and family, talk and talk and talk, "feeling close" with the stars and just wanting to have some good ol party-wild fun. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. wish me and the rest of my classmates goodluck for tomorrow! Sir Douglas will be screening our dancee recital pieces (im taking up 4 dances) and for sure, im dead meat. im scared as hell as well as excited because i get to go to mass (i hope) and see my crush. haha ;p have fun with your family on Sunday! toodles c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111669059674731821?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111669059674731821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111669059674731821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111669059674731821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111669059674731821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/05/stardance.html' title='Stardance!'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111616848481272379</id><published>2005-05-15T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:36:14.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictorial and Crushable No. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;i was chatting with Shamir at 12 midnight.. as i was saying my goodbyes the lights went off.. brownout na naman! sheesh. i slept at my brother's room. i woke up at 10am! i was such in a hurry to change because the pictorial's call time was 12noon. i was supposed to go at the nearest salon possible to have my makeup and hair done. pero we were really running out of time so my mom did my makeup and yayay fixed my hair. i look so stupid in my filipiniana costume which was 5 times larger than my exact size. but the pictorial was so fun. :p Sir Douglas was fooling around with us. he's such a funny guy considering the fact that everyone's afraid of him. hehe c; i took a LOT of pictures a while ago. here are some of them. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/CharmCrushable.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="212" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/Gian.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/PappyRoyandJill.jpg" width="539" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="415" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/groupa2.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;TOP L-R: with charm crushable; gian madaldal; pappy roy and jill BOTTOM: group A's pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;now here's what made my day c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;i hurriedly put on my skirt and went to church. i sat on the end of a pew and i was luck enough that the electric fan was working properly and delivering air to my poor old sweating soul. hehe c: now this guy.. this cute guy sat on the end of the pew adjacent to mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;now lemme talk about this wonder guy. i see him every Sunday at church, most of the time, he goes to mass with his family. he's about 5 inches taller than me and he always looks calm. at first, i was a bit annoyed with this guy because he would always sit at places where air hits me most, thus blocking my electric fan. first impressions don't always last diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;but even before he got there (i came earlier), i spoke to God. sabi ko, "God, i know there's no such thing as coincidence.. that everyhting happens for a reason.. pero i just wanna give this a shot.. if i have already met my soulmate, please let someone sit beside me." medyo childish siya, but i just realized.. im just a kid.. and life is a nightmare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;at first, i knew it would be impossible that God would let someone to sit beside me because mass was already starting and there were many vacant pews left. why would anybody sit beside me when they could be alone at some pew NEAR and electric fan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;but after this guy came, during the 2nd reading. a lady sat beside me.. not at the other end of the pew, but literally beside me. i was like... "whoa.." and for the first time in a few months, i was in lala land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;and before i knew it, we were about to sing the Lord's prayer. go figure :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;he came near me, looking with his gorgeous eyes and offering his hand.. for Ama Namin :p his hands were so soft i had to control sweating badly. after that, i held my right hand, and demmit.. it was soo cold and sweaty. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;peace be with him? hell yeah :p i know it's just an infatuation, and it happens only every Sunday. pero gawd. that was one of the best Sundays ever ;z haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;i took a picture of him during the announcements.. he looks so serious here.. hope he doesn't read this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="501" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/hahac.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;you're not my crush.. you're just crushable number two :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;and whoever my soulmate is.. pare, where the hell are you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;take care y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111616848481272379?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111616848481272379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111616848481272379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111616848481272379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111616848481272379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/05/pictorial-and-crushable-no-2.html' title='Pictorial and Crushable No. 2'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111608263140027046</id><published>2005-05-14T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:57:11.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;man it's hot... and i mean super HOT. sweat was already trickling down my face five minutes after i got out of the bathroom to take a bath. badtrip! anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something about crushable that makes him soo.. so.. uhh.. so crushable.. i haf no idea why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamir recommended this site. they came up with some weird things about me, Nicole, Bhestie and love. i was feeling quite mushy so i decided to find out what their definition of love was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nicole is a pig and a loser&lt;br /&gt;nicole is the most beautiful woman ive ever seen&lt;br /&gt;nicole is 10x better than you&lt;br /&gt;nicole is truly a blessing and i am very fortunate to be her mom&lt;br /&gt;nicole is happily married to her soul mate&lt;br /&gt;nicole is traveling through france&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;jenell is the recommended teacher&lt;br /&gt;jenell is known for her creativity&lt;br /&gt;jenell is a piece of work&lt;br /&gt;jenell is very convincing in her chosen art form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love is selfish&lt;br /&gt;love is suicide&lt;br /&gt;love is far worse than i expected&lt;br /&gt;love is colder than death&lt;br /&gt;love is murder office&lt;br /&gt;love is in the air well known and respected in the bird world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;dorothy is someone who lives to make a difference in the lives of others&lt;br /&gt;dorothy is riding him enthusiastically&lt;br /&gt;dorothy is a crazy psycho&lt;br /&gt;dorothy is the one dorothy that is the most powerful character in the universe&lt;br /&gt;dorothy is blown off a ship at sea during a storm and is soon reunited with the scarecrow and cowardly lion&lt;br /&gt;dorothy is the building in which nicole lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and amazingly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.googlism.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;GoOgLiSm'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; definitions made sense. i didn't edit the last one on my set of definitions.. kaya i tried out what Nicole's name meant. ang weird noh? but as Nicole and i used to say.. "weird but true" hehe c; i miss yah girl. hindi ka na nagpaparamdam. remember, i am the building where you live :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im riding who? ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111608263140027046?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111608263140027046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111608263140027046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111608263140027046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111608263140027046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/05/man-its-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111600026024960314</id><published>2005-05-13T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:23:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;went to Galleria with Bhestie and Yanie. we watched Wedding Date. so cool. and yummy.. hehe c; we were supposed to watch it at 1:05 pm but Yanie came at 1:30. talk about "being on time always".. hehe c; we ate at Chef d' Angelo afterwards, than went window shopping. at 3:30 we went to the Cinemas. it was soo fun. we were like kids on a theme park. tawa lang kami ng tawa! hehe c; then we updated one another with our own "crush lives". so we went to an internet cafe and showed our crushes' pictures through friendster. hehe c; so elementay-ish but so fun too! took some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="432" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/Cinema8.jpg" width="524" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="341" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/ChefDAngelo.jpg" width="474" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;so fun! i miss my bhestie already.. don't worry yanie, miss din kita c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111600026024960314?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111600026024960314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111600026024960314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111600026024960314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111600026024960314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/05/went-to-galleria-with-bhestie-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111574071103715960</id><published>2005-05-10T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:58:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Suplado: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr. Shades: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;nah-uh.. too maporma.. pero pag nasa beach acceptable naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bad boy: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;as long as he doesn't smoke, do drugs or disrespect girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Masculado: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;im not sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys who give flowers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;aww.. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Smiling face: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;plus points&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;7. Hiphop: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;nahh.. gusto ko in between hiphop-ish and rocker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. Guys who ask permission b4 courting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;hell naw! do yah really hafta ask permission? sooo irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Has earring/s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Used to chew bubblegum: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;nahh.. parang goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. Long-hair: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;constantine! hehe c; not longer than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. Bald: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Antipatiko: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Torpe:&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; nakow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Computer-games adik: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;as long as hindi 24/7 on the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Basketball player: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;yikee! c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Mr. Count-my-ex's-till-you-drop: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;back off loosah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Mestizo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. Guys who sing well: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;not really a requirement.. but it's a plus c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. Quiet/tame: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no problem, as long as he's not boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Cumlaude: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;yikee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Formal: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;nahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. Friendly: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;shure c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. Mr. I have an opinion about anything &amp; everything: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no problem. basta he knows when to shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Motorcyle guy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. Rocker: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Skate boarder: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Alaskador (prankster): &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;yeah! we match! hehe c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Flirt: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;nahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Mr. Campus Crush: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. bigotilyo: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Painter: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i really don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Galante: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Mr. Love Letter: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;haii c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Maporma: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;that scares me. are you really a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Talks Too Much: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;shut up fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Soccer Hottie: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;yikee c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Anti-Christ: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Mama's Boy: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;pwede ren. imma daddy's girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Hangs Out With His Friends A Lot: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;spend time with me fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Mysterious Guy: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no.. yoko na dyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Cute Idiot: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;hehe c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Guitarist: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;YEAH! hell yeah c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Wide Vocabulary Guy: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;im not literature. don't rain your words on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Loves you: &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;depends.. pero malabo yan c;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i was reading the Inquirer a couple of days ago. i stumbled upon this article about a geeky nerdy guy who wished for a girl who came with an instruction manual, since he was more into microchips than into flowers. then his friend recommended him to another friend.. who had a blog entry about she wanted to be courted and loved. "finally," he said. "a girl with an instruction manual.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;so cool c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;so my dear ladies.. i recommend answering this "instruction manual" for you guys.. err.. gals to realize that's not about him.. it's about your choice c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;toodles c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*credits* MiA, the one who made my bhestie's blog prettier. c; thanksq!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111574071103715960?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111574071103715960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111574071103715960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111574071103715960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111574071103715960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111513463945930568</id><published>2005-05-03T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:37:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iF bOrEdOm kiLLs, tHeN iM bEyOnD dEaTh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;boredom boredom boredom. that's exactly what's occupying my world now. but guess what.. im bored, pero kilig c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to Roy and Andrew a while ago, classmates from Powerdance.&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Kawawa naman si Gian, may malaking problema sa lovelife&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AKO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REN!&lt;/span&gt; (smiles widely but still au naturel)&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Mukha ka bang may problema? Hindi halata!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ako pa! c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not being plastic, im just being optimistic. Charm gave me this beaded bracelet which is colred Fenk from her last trip to Bora. She came to class with a bee-you-tee-full tan and guess what, she was treated by her friend! Cool girl.. c; She said the bracelet was for the Ka-Crushables. the 4 people in my section who knows who Crushable is. coolness c; thanks Charm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some super weird sites i visited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chriswetherell.com/hobbit/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Know Your Hobbit Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm Berylla Deepdelver of Brockenborings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chriswetherell.com/elf/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Know your Elven Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm Lessien Telperiën&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="How much am I worth?" href="http://www.humanforsale.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Magkano ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm worth $1,567,040.00 (buy me now!) i converted it to Peso using my phone. im worth 85,482,032 pesos! pambayad ng utang ng Pilipinas! c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crush007.com/love.cgi?id=1113654808zjy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Know your Future Lovelife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this site rocks and sucks! got it from Trisha (ex-seatmate ni Nicole) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;take care y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;toodles c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111513463945930568?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111513463945930568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111513463945930568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111513463945930568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111513463945930568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-boredom-kills-then-im-beyond-death.html' title='iF bOrEdOm kiLLs, tHeN iM bEyOnD dEaTh'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111504255068677036</id><published>2005-05-02T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:02:30.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuDdEnLy wEiGhT-CoNsCiOuS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hey there.. feeling a sense of accomplishment today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way home from church yesterday, i was feeling terribly fat. no, i am not exaggerating nor a paranoid. if you happen to see me thisclose, man oh man would you be surprised how fast im gaining "width", not weight. im disclosing my current waistline because im too ashamed to tell. teehee c; my legs are soo thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you guys reading this and think that it's normal and quite irritating to hear some girls complain how fat they are, it isn't normal for me. i have never cared about me getting fat and heavy, eating whatever i want, whenever i want. but me getting THIS fat, is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up at 5am today and my mom and i went to the fort to exercise. i went everywhere i could possibly go into. i walked, jogged, perspired and smiled at other joggers. it's so cool to see such a party haven so quiet. i realized that i have to work on my jogging since im used to walking, thanks to shopping. whenever i decided to jog, i would tell myself, "kaya mo yan dortz, it's such a short distance a 7 year old could run even farther! don't be such a dumbass.." paulit-ulit lang yan! and fortunately, it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after an hour and half of circling The Fort, i told my mom to drive me to mcdo. i simply HAD to buy sausage mcmuffin with egg (am i saying it correctly?) gawd i soo missed that. i cherished every bite (because i used my own money to buy it.. hehe c;) and promised to buy another the next time we went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im talking about MORE food and my next entry would be another round of my im-fat complaints! geez.. so this summer, i plan to trim down and gain weight (im getting wider but my weight increases slow as a turlte). MWF will be dedicated for exercise; walking, swimming and jogging and TThS for Powerdance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why im complaining about this crap because whatever i do, i will always be a ting-ting. and i hope that never changes.. just kidding.. c; besides, if ever you have seen me once in your entire life, do you really think that being "normal" or a bit chubby would suit me? i think AND hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, im quite happy with my body now.. so dortz, just let it go.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, someone's disturbing my best friend's life. i told bhestie to tell the guy that he shouldn't expect anything from her. it all happened so fast! and if he's reading this, DON'T PLAY AROUND MY BEST FRIEND! c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to show bhestie Mr. CRUSHABLE'S pix in my phone on wed. i've been telling everything i know about him to bhestie and she can't wait to see him. haii! my lovelife still sucks. and i STILL can't do anything about it.. hehe c; we talked over the phone a while ago.. and i shared an advice or two on guys. funny how i know a lot of things about love and all the crappy things that comes with it and i can't fix my love life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im getting a wee bit personal. time to end my entry. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care y'all! toodles c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111504255068677036?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111504255068677036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111504255068677036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111504255068677036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111504255068677036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/05/suddenly-weight-conscious.html' title='SuDdEnLy wEiGhT-CoNsCiOuS'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111461550040555679</id><published>2005-04-27T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:39:25.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rEaLiZe tHe vALuE oF aLL tHiNgS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-» to realize the value of a SiSTER&lt;br /&gt;ask someone who doesn’t have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-» to realize the value of 10 YEARS&lt;br /&gt;ask a newly divorced couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-» to realize the value of 4 YEARS&lt;br /&gt;ask a graduate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-» to realize the value of 1 YEAR&lt;br /&gt;ask a student who failed the final exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to realize the value of 9 M0NTHS&lt;br /&gt;ask a mother who gave birth to a new born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-» to realize the value of 0NE M0NTH&lt;br /&gt;ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-» to realize the value of 0NE WEEK&lt;br /&gt;ask an editor of a weekly newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-» to realize the value of 0NE H0UR&lt;br /&gt;ask the lovers who are waiting to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-» to realize the value of 0NE MiNUTE&lt;br /&gt;ask a person who has missed the train, bus, or plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-» to realize the value of 0NE SEC0ND&lt;br /&gt;ask a person who has survived an accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-» to realize the value of 0NE MiLLiSEC0ND&lt;br /&gt;ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-» to realize the value of a FRiEND&lt;br /&gt;lose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one comes from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/im_hot_not"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;GaBy'S bLoG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this one's from me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to realize the value of love&lt;br /&gt;ask a widow.. so ask me c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got powerdance tomorrow! [time to see mr. crushable once more! teehee c;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care y'all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111461550040555679?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111461550040555679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111461550040555679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111461550040555679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111461550040555679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/04/realize-value-of-all-things.html' title='rEaLiZe tHe vALuE oF aLL tHiNgS'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111427308056740758</id><published>2005-04-24T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:26:13.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cRaP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;hey there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;before anything else,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;MOMMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;! yep! it's my mom's bithday c; I will always love my Gloria Diaz.. happy birhday inang! c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="320" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/Mamalicious.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to powerdance a while ago. my body still aches from jazz lessons. was supposed to accompony brothers to Ja Rule's concert 2 blocks away from powerdance. but my mom disagreed because she went to caliraya and "no one" will be left at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rAnDoM ThiNgS iNsiDe mY hEaD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* New pope elected. Jospeh Ratzinger, a Bavarian cardinal chooses the name of Benedict XVI. Benedict XV was an anti-was pope before. Ratzinger become the 265th Pontiff. and surprisingly, all these facts just came out of my head withoutcopying from a website or something. cool!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/europe/04/19/pope.tuesday/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;rEaD mOrE oN cNn.cOm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;still goes for anyone who's Pope JPII-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;* as ate amy calls him, "crushable." i dunno, but he's inside my head.. teehee c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;* my legs are totally killing me. i just wish that all the friggin super stretching that we do in jazz gives me rock-hard abs and smaller thighs. hehe c; jazz is hard, no kidding. but i have to finish the entire course to be completely relieved. and dortz, that's a looong looong way to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;* my super duper cool classmates in section C. we bond everytime we have a break. i have lotsa new friends and im loving it. though i miss my classmates in school more. i love em to bits. they're absolutely the best class i ever went to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="215" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/moichrispeeveejohannacharm.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="366" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/AmyDortzAndrewRoySha.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;l-r: Me Chris PeeVee Johanna Char Amy Me Andrew Roy Shamir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;* math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;yes, you read that right.. mathematics. as in algebra. i have no idea. i just think of math all the time. the formulas, the mathematicians, the Xs and the Ys. i also miss science. specifically the computations &lt;see?&gt;.. the chem part in my freshie science was super duper cool. i have forgotten some of the names of those what-dya-call-these things, but i remember how to compute for those stuff. i miss school. i miss learning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;* my "unconsciousness" problem is over. i have learned to wake up and rise slowly, not slam into the couch while watching tv, and most of all, eat bread when im not hungry for lunch. i love it. seems like dancing has got my blood healthy and alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;gotta keep my blood alive. hafta sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;take care y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;toodles c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9806425-111427308056740758?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111427308056740758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111427308056740758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111427308056740758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111427308056740758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/04/crap.html' title='cRaP'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111401561961066361</id><published>2005-04-21T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:50:18.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sUpEr dAnCeR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;haloww.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before anything else, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;HAMPEE BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TWINNIE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; wuv you! c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body is sooo hurting today.. yesterday? i went to my first four sessions in Powerdance with my bro Rocky.. We took up all of the lessons because we had no choice or else we would be loners sitting on the couch outside.. and we want t maximize the tuition.. it's pretty expensive considering there's 2 of us to be enrolled, but according to my mom, a Powerdance graduate while she was preggy with me, "you didn't have to ask me to enroll" hehe c; cool mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my brother and i took up (1.) hiphop.. pretty cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i wasn't supposed to take (2.) ballet because i don't have my ballet shoes.. gladly the teacher said that it's ok to use socks for the meantime. so my brother had no choice but to join me, the other girls, and 3 other guys (?) for ballet. i couldn't control myself from laughing.. kuyas was just waaaay too much funny! hehe c; everybody liked kuya because he looks so focused.. hehe c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had a break for an hor so we went to mcdo.. next class was (3.) ballroom.. i HATE ballroom.. not because it's somewhat a "nanay dance" but because it was sooo hard to learn and i had to wear 3-inch heels! soo bad.. my problem is that i had to control the steps (which are undoubtly hard and small by the way) and balance myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had a break again for an hour but since im not hungry, we just stayed at the room and rested for a while.. gawd you have no i dea how glad i am to END ballroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tantantantan.. it's time for (4.) jazz! my mom said that Powerdance's expertise was jazz, so i was a bit scared. it was sooo hard. it's like doing ballet and yoga and pilates all at the same time. then we had to do this "step and kick" thing with your arms wiide open and you back suuper straight and barefooted. as i was stepping and kicking, i didn't notice ther was this metal attatched to the floor. some sort of sliding door metal. i kicked so hard and i hit the metal thingy. so now? the side of my left toe is purple.. coolness.. c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have to go to sleep because my body is soo aching and i have to endure 7 hours in araneta once more until the end of may.. so sad.. c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care y'all!&lt;/span&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/9806425-111401561961066361?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111401561961066361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111401561961066361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111401561961066361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111401561961066361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/04/super-dancer.html' title='sUpEr dAnCeR!'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111366453425347765</id><published>2005-04-16T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:15:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oThEr nOtEs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;* check this site out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crush007.com/love.cgi?id=1113654808zjy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;oPeN SiTe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; i swear it's great! i've tried it and it works like hell. answer honestly and you get results that scream like *wOw!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* took a test at tickle.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/renew/authorize/signin.jsp?url=/tests/renew/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;tAkE tHe tEsT tOo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; these are my results! no cheating here! c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dorothy, you're renewed by purchasing power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that retail therapy is no joke. It works! Sometimes life's demands can make you feel like you have no choices, that you don't have as much control over things as you'd like. But when you set off to find yourself a terrific new outfit or that perfect touch for your home, you've got a world of choices. Thinking over your true tastes, trying different options on for size, and scoring that fabulous find are all little indulgences that erase life's irritations with ease. It's not that you're obsessed with the material world, it's just that buying the tiniest of trinkets or a gift for someone you care about can soothe your troubles away — without doing too much damage to your credit card statement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;coolness c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111366453425347765?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111366453425347765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111366453425347765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111366453425347765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111366453425347765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/04/other-notes.html' title='oThEr nOtEs'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111366338645685002</id><published>2005-04-16T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:59:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LeMmE sHaRe sOmEtHiNg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;hey there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another boring day has passed, and when i say boring, i mean REALLY, über boring.. i woke up at 11 in the morning because my mom was calling, should've turned my phone off. twins went to a party last night and i wasn't supposed to tell my mom or anyone else for that matter about it. boys will be boys.. told backy to get home before twelve coz that's the usual time the maids and i go to sleep. but i slept at around 1am trying to fix my blog and they got home at 2 am so i guess they've been trying to call and text me but failed to wake me up because as everyone knows, i am a suuuper deep sleeper. haha c; so i woke up handing my phone to the maid and gong back to my room again feeling dizzy as i unconsciously slammed (literally) myself at the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been happening o me quite often, i get a bit unconscious and sometimes i don't even realize that im actually obviously shaking. it kinda freaks me out but i'll tell my mom about it when she gets back home from surigao. haii.. i just watched the tv the entire day, i slept in the afternoon because my "unconsciousness" prob is bugging me. and now? i once again have a headache for the record. but it's quite milder this time. i don't know why im so clumsy when it comes to my body. i always bump into big things like furniture. soo i get these nasty marks that last for a few hours. ahh.. my boo is played on the tv. i like that song, not because it's from some big artist nor hate it because it overplayed both in the tv and in the radio. i like it because it's meaning is something can relate to. geez.. i feel so selfish.. i've been talking about my boring day when i could've been talking about poltical issues or world peace or makeup or the children of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am not a beauty queen.. im just a plain old bum wanting to party all night long in some friggin bar but is watching CNN instead. if im gonna be a some huge personality one day, id die to have a life as boring as the one im having now and steer away from the bright lights and the people and the money and ust do what love to do what i hated doing right now. demmit.. am i talking a life of living like a rockstar? geez.. now IM really dreaming. c; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/dyn/laguna_beach/series.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Laguna Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; a while ago on mtv. it was soo cool. it's a show about the life of a bunch of high school seniors living their normal senior life in laguna beach high, uhh, laguna beach. of course, with a mtv following you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this episode was quite special for these gals and guys because they're having their high school graduation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/dyn/laguna_beach/episode.jhtml?episodeID=79598"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;LaGuNa bEaCh gRaDuAtiOn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; it was soo cool. the new car, the collage opf pictures, he speech. everything was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of times has my mom and dad asked me if i wanted to go to my aunt in the US to study there. i declined because i didn't want to leave my friends here. but when i watched laguna beach a while ago, and other high school graduations in the states that have watched, i guess im quite split now. i want my graduation to be that memorable and cool that as a grand momma i would never forget that day. i want a big big change in my life right now because it seems so boring.. so plain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean im happy with my life but i want something to happen! i want to get a job, meet new people and do what i've always dreamed of. i have such a wild and crazy personality that it seems it doesn't match with my life right now.. geez.. oh well.. may bukas pa naman! c; my mom, dad and bro's coming home! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my entry's getting long.. take care y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles c; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-111366338645685002?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111366338645685002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111366338645685002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111366338645685002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111366338645685002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/04/lemme-share-something.html' title='LeMmE sHaRe sOmEtHiNg'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111357666042656689</id><published>2005-04-15T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:52:44.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iN mY hEaD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't believe i didn't write an entry in my blog on my birthday. im a year older and as the cliche goes.. a year wiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;coolness c; but.. am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i still do everything i know i have to do. everything i know since birth i know im not making any sense at all but who cares.. ;p my mind is on a rollercoaster. make that Six Flags-worthy rollercoaster. im having a terrible headache but im certainly not sick. maybe that's why im creating "huwaat?!" entries.. jeez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;RaNdOm tHoUgHtS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/cast1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Justine, Jessie, Lorraine, Luigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* have you been watching Full House at GMA? It's from 9:45 to 10:20 pm, i think. im not really into chinovelas after realizing that f4 sucks &lt;&gt;, but this one's a keeper. it makes me laugh, cry, pissed and kilig all in the same episode. it's a story where everything's almost predictable. but it'll kill you in anxiety as each episode unfolds the true feeling of each character to another. i don't think that there are any antagonists here. just mix-ups. i love how the story catches your funny bone and makes you sigh in i-wish-my-lovelife-was-like-that, uhh.. love story. it gets better everytime. although there's only one catch.. i hate how the commercials interrupt the mood. grrrr.. too much already! nonetheless. i love it to bits c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* i dare call myself a shopaholic but i don't get to spend time in the mall or any tiangge lately. so sad. its jst because no one will be at home. like that wil ever happen. my mom's at Surigao, my dad's at Laguna with Dex and his yaya and im stuck here at home with my would-be model brothers and a bunch of helpers who have nothing to do ut to answer phone calls, make phone calls, and access phone calls. can't leave the house w/o permission and NOT leave the house in the first place just because im broke. talk about living the simple life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* i miss my phone a lot. and i mean A LOT. as you know, my 2 years and a half old 5210 phone was snatched from my überfave sensational and universally hands down admired watermelon bag. im not in the mood to share the tragic news behind it but i just wanna shout out to the one who has "unfortunately" called my phone his/her own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my phone's broken. and have fun reading my messages. i kept them as long as september 16, 2003 for something. whatever you read in my messages+, my dearest snatcher, i kept those messages for me to reminisce on. go ahead and rejoice on your new "old" phone. and rejoice that my sim card couldn't speak or else it would seak profanity against you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* the day when my phone got snatched was also the fateful day when our Pope John Paul II &lt;should&gt;went to the great big party Upstairs. i cried as i watched CNN. it was the first time my tired eyes were 100% glued to CNN and not change the channel to MTV or ETC. For 3 days i focused on the life &lt;and&gt;of our beloved Pontiff. i was born on his 2nd visit here in the Philippines but i was pretty sure i wasn't there at his exact location. i was one of our school's delegates to the Children's Congress held in Don Bosco Makati last Oct. 2, 2002. And i srill have the t-shirt to prove it. The Pope was supposed to be with the rest of over a thousand student delegates from all over NCR. But his ailing health hindered him from coming here. I love the Pope soo much. Even if i hadn'e seen him in person, his thoughts and deeds were a shure ways to hit my heart. He made possible ways of communication with the youth, name it, email, internet, media, he used it. He was like God on earth. I know it's quite metaphorical but who cares, everyone loves him. He's such a kind man and im split from being happy for him because he's with the Great Man up there or sad because i know there will never be a leader as great as him in the future. who knows, maybe one of my brothers would be pope. c; I love you JPII! See you at the after party! c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* i love my brothers. i love my family. i love em to bits. sooobraaaa! c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;take care y'all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ziee&lt;/span&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/9806425-111357666042656689?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111357666042656689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111357666042656689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111357666042656689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111357666042656689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-my-head.html' title='iN mY hEaD'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-111004398110065811</id><published>2005-03-06T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:17:14.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pReSsUrE's oN. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;with exam week's only a blink away, i face the terrible pre-judgement days with open arms. lotsa projects, loads of assignments, rushing for requirement completion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a week to cmplete all my powerpoint projects, another one for yanie. i have to make my reviewer and a mile long one for science alone. i have to clean out my locker and surrender the key. i have to write a letter for each and everyone of my classmates and another one for my adviser. i have to get make-up tests. i have to make special projects. i have to complete my notes. i need a new pen for the examinations. i need to complie my journals. and i have to live and breathe normally while finishing everything stated above. watch out wonder woman, if i have done these completely and absolutely finished in ONE demented week, you have to take a backseat. and i believe ( coz im the only one who believes i can Ü) and i will. hat determination will last me for two weeks. and after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer here i come ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. the wonderful pain of secondary education. going fast-forward, i'll just sit in a stuffy office and think about the days that were called "first year blues." a lot of new changes, a lot of thing gone, a lot of things that are to come.. Ü yet, i am happy.. ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day i'll thank God for giving me tons of schoolwork, and how i'm gonna miss running around the campus in my school uniform. one day i'll laugh about the awkward moments and be ashamed of some. one day i'll think about my anxiety to finish each year and pass in flying colors. in that day, i'll be the zie who's very much like the zie she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. in a couple of months, i'll be a sophie.. fast-forward once more and i'll write again about my 2nd year blues. the joys and pains and everything in between of my friggin high school life. some fun, some like sh*t, but all educating.. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental note: don't forget that i'm 13 and i need a life. summer, just wait for me baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wait for zie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tOoDLeS,&lt;br /&gt;ZiE ;p&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/9806425-111004398110065811?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/111004398110065811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=111004398110065811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111004398110065811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/111004398110065811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/03/pressures-on.html' title='pReSsUrE&apos;s oN. . .'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-110805196147295562</id><published>2005-02-10T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:46:50.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i Am nOt gEtTiNg aNy bEtTeR. . . Feb. 10 Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as i type this entry, the song "Burn" is on the radio. while i have nothing against the will of God, i guess letting me hear that song once more with the perfect tming to match, is so-called serendipity. i remember singing this song with dreamboat.. it's Feb. 10 today. making me hurt more-BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back on the "in love" scene and i pretty nostalgic now. we sang Burn at the bookstore.. i started and she continued. if you happened to see us that time, im pretty sure i looked like a fool singing this and looking deeply to my dreamboat's gorgeous eyes while smiling. tears about to fall, dreamboat was just singing that song just like any other, while i was absorbing every word that we both sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed a copy of the lyrics in my clear book, and realized that this song was something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para kmeng nag-uusap sa kantang toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamboat's "explanation" &amp;amp; zie's plead for DB to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's feb 10 once agan people. rejoice. hampee death anniv. c': seems like this day didn't turn out that good. at school and at home. friends? aytie, but something's quite wrong and not to mention, IRRITATING. but nevertheless, it's ayt.&lt;br /&gt;i expected something more special or exciting. guess i couldn't have everything i wanted. im just waiting.. waiting for DB to come back. while waiting, i play. not with love, but with life itself. and the song Burn couldn't have said it any better.. i wouldn't cite any line that made great impact, because the ENTIRE song was ground-breaking. here's a line from dashboard confessional, i was scanning some of their lyrics, found this. forgot the song's title, must be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is where I say I've had enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no one should ever feel the way that I feel now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't believe that I'm getting any better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before i turn on the waterworx, i just wanna say that i miss my dreamboat. hampee sana. c':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand why&lt;br /&gt;See it's burning me to hold onto this&lt;br /&gt;I know this is something I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;But that don't mean I want to&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that I-love-you I just&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this&lt;br /&gt;is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;And its better for me to let it go now&lt;br /&gt;than hold on and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gonna burn for me to say this&lt;br /&gt;But it's comin from my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;But we done been fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really wanna work this out&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think you're gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do but you don't&lt;br /&gt;Think it's best we go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I should stay in this relationship&lt;br /&gt;When I'm hurting baby, I ain't happy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plus theres so many other things I gotta deal with&lt;br /&gt;I think that you should let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your feeling ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;and your body don't want to&lt;br /&gt;But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain't&lt;br /&gt;jumpin' like it used to&lt;br /&gt;Even though this might bruise you&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn, Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hate the thought of her being with someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you know that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that it's through&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn, Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendin' pages I ain't supposed to&lt;br /&gt;Got somebody here but I want you&lt;br /&gt;Cause the feelin ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;find myself Callin' her your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladies tell me do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Now all my fellas do you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I know I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I know she ain't comin back&lt;br /&gt;What I gotta do now&lt;br /&gt;To get my shorty back&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo ooo ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man I don't know what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Without my booo&lt;br /&gt;You've been gone for too long&lt;br /&gt;It's been fifty-leven days, um-teen hours&lt;br /&gt;Imma be burnin' till you return (let it burn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move on&lt;br /&gt;On the other side I wanna break down and cry (ooooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move on&lt;br /&gt;On the other side I wanna break down and cry, cry (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh oooh (can ya feel me burnin'?)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh oooh ooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many days, so many hours&lt;br /&gt;I'm still burnin' till you return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY waiting in vain.&lt;br /&gt;ZiE.o9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-110805196147295562?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/110805196147295562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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Feb. 10 Blues'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-110787422260624003</id><published>2005-02-08T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:47:56.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sEvEn wOnDeRs oF tHe wOrLd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A group of Geography students studied the Seven Wondersof the World. At the end of that section, the students were asked to listwhat they considered to be Seven Wonders ofthe Modern World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Though there was some disagreement, the following got the most votes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. Egypt's Great Pyramids, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. Taj Mahal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. Grand Canyon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. Panama Canal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. Empire State Building, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6. St. Peter's Basilica, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7. China's Great Wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student, a quiet girl, hadn't turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, "Yes, alittle. I couldn't quite make up my mind becausethere were so many." The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the Seven Wonders ofthe World are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. to touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. to taste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. to hear&lt;br /&gt;She hesitated a little, and then added: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. to run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6. to laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7. and to love.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It is far too easy for us to look at the exploits of man andrefer to them as "wonders" while we overlook all God has done, regarding them as merely "ordinary."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;May you be reminded today of those things which are truly wondrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;just came across this in a website while looking for my homework. i agree with the girl.. being physically "complete" is a wonder. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;take care y'all.&lt;/span&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/9806425-110787422260624003?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/110787422260624003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=110787422260624003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110787422260624003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110787422260624003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/02/seven-wonders-of-world.html' title='sEvEn wOnDeRs oF tHe wOrLd'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-110744693984060564</id><published>2005-02-04T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:20:34.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cOmpLaiNtS, aNxiEtY, sArCaSm ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wooh! tagal ko ng hindi nagbblog ah. no more time for myself. ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there were cheering practices (including the "outside" ones) , kickball practices, and countless cheers for some people. with my tonsils dead and my both of my legs not cooperating, i face the post-sportsfest syndrome- wrecked voice, numerous muscle pains, dark (read: SUPER dark) knees and elbows, an instant tan, eye bags the size of jupiter and the constant longing for my pillows. Ladies and Gents, i present to you, my post-cheering hair c; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 193px" height="241" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/c3947812.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gladly, the un-juvenile me somewhat came out of its' shell. i didn't shed a single tear about the team's "loss", other's failures and the country. i just realized how sensitive i am to unfortunate things. mental note: watch lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events, perhaps i would be able to relate to that. i acquired a couple of crushes once more. one of those i "fell" for again. ahehe Ü&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lost a LOT of money. im not that clumsy, just too much expenses. and im still the zie i know, the girl who never gets tired from eating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i made a couple of new friends, some of which are one of my closest (abut a hundred people are my close friends) right now. hi beth Ü currently missing namae. i miss you gurl. drop me a message ayt? she's in pennslyvania right now. gonna stay there for 5 years. freaky. but i shure miss her. she was the one who was at my side during my "dreamboat 1" days. hi namae! Ü hope you're fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't wait for the school paper to be out. ate nicole, kelan nga ba? i don't know. im just darn anxious. geez. weirdo c;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/9806425-110744693984060564?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/110744693984060564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=110744693984060564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110744693984060564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110744693984060564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/02/complaints-anxiety-sarcasm-p.html' title='cOmpLaiNtS, aNxiEtY, sArCaSm ;p'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-110491071639259709</id><published>2005-01-05T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:50:37.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iT's SiMpLe tHiNgS iN LyF wE fOrGeT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have stared at this friggin monitor for about 4 hours. Correcting every article handed to me, typing every word my weary eyes can see.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yet i find joy in this "simple" task, as i have a couple of my friends with me. Nothing beats good companionship in a boring job. And i have a lot of people to thank for accompanying me. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have learned the true importance of friendship after several bouts in love. But sitting in this nothing-but-comfortable monobloc, i didn't think about the heart-to-heart talks that get me teary-eyed, i was just thinking how good it is to find AND have goof company. With a bunch of extremely creative, witty and not to mention pretty ladies, namely frances, nicole and jhoydee, i was going through gramatically-abused literature with them surrounding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in any minute one of them may arrive to tease me, so i'll make this quite short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just realized the satisfying feeling of having company that'll drive you nuts! c;&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/9806425-110491071639259709?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/110491071639259709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=110491071639259709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110491071639259709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110491071639259709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-simple-things-in-lyf-we-forget.html' title='iT&apos;s SiMpLe tHiNgS iN LyF wE fOrGeT'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-110476781202839417</id><published>2005-01-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T23:56:52.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FiRsT ReLiEf</title><content type='html'>know what? God just granted my first wish for this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. You totally rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the sulking, the complains, the hoping.. i finally got what i wanted most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not really &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;thing &lt;&gt; i wanted on top of my list but this comes close enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;my dada found my sim card for me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go dada.. your princess will always love you! c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am once again free to use &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;abuse my sun sim.. i can text and even call you guys anytime. well, not right now, wala pa kong load kahit 24 / 7 ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, im happy now. and i wish that i'll always be ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that just made my day.. i sooo love God and my dada Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love,&lt;br /&gt;dortzie Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-110476781202839417?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/110476781202839417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=110476781202839417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110476781202839417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110476781202839417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-relief.html' title='FiRsT ReLiEf'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-110459757132640821</id><published>2005-01-02T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:39:31.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to 3888822</title><content type='html'>hindi ako masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my Sun sim card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's sooooooooo stupid of me. maybe i left it in that place near where the mass was held last noght. i don't know. it's sooo &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how in the world am i gonna find it?! where is it right now? in some stinking garbage can. waiting for its stupid owner to come find her and take her home? i really don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's my first wish for 2oo5.. to find my sun sim card!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had soo many memories with that sim card, even if it has only been 2 days with me. i am not being immature! im just sad because my precious sim is lost.. :c i called almost everyone on my phonebook that day.. &lt;dec.&gt; texting like hell. i had it loaded with credits that day so i was sooo hyped up to disturb people. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope and pray and beg that i would find it. demmit.. i miss my sim card. like hell. but not as much as i miss my dreamboat. hehe ü just kiddin`..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i STILL need my sun sim. and i will FOREVER do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calling all saints, you guys can be of reeeaaallly good use at this time, like NOW. paging St. Anthony, please proceed and help me find my sun sim. thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acccckkkk!!!! my sim card... :'c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo desperate im actually in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo much for happy new year. whatta nice start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-110459757132640821?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/110459757132640821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=110459757132640821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110459757132640821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110459757132640821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2005/01/ode-to-3888822.html' title='ode to 3888822'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-110439169707163234</id><published>2004-12-30T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:02:39.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rAnDoM tHoUgHtS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;1 - have to start making new years resolutions. don't mind not remembering it, it's just for fun. oh yeah, i made one last year and guess what.. i did almost half ot it.. am i good or what? haha Ü i read this thing from a magazine which a model said in an interview. magazine: what's your new year's resolution/s? girl: my new year's resolution is to remember that i have a resolution in the first place.wise huh? guess that will be on top of my list this year. to remember i have a resolution! cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2 - the some sort of "war" between rock and hiphop music. guess what side im in.. the poptarts.. c; no really, i don't like too much rock, believe me, it puts me to sleep like a mother singing a lullaby to a baby. i prefer the alternative ones. think hoobastank, rivermaya, matchbox twenty and vertical horizon. i don't like too much hiphop, they make me confused. too much slang makes me sick.&lt;/span&gt; watibir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;3 - how wonderful rico blanco (and the rest of rivermaya) is. their song "balisong" is stuck on my head right now. courtesy of magic 89.9. c; here's the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Balisong by Rivermaya&lt;br /&gt;Your face lights up the sky on the highway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Someday, you'll share your world with me someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You mesmerize me with diamond eyes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I try to fool myself to think I'll be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I am losing all control -My mind, my heart, my body and my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Never in my life have I been more sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So come on up to me and close the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nobody's made me feel this way before;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're everything I wanted and more.&lt;br /&gt;To speak or not to; where to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The way dilemmas I'm finding myself in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For all I know you only see me as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I try to tell myself wake up fool;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this fairy tale's got to end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Never in my life have I been more sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So come on up to me and close the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nobody's made me feel this way before;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're everything I wanted (more). (Repeat 2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're everything I wanted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i so0 love that song. hindi nakakasawa eh. plus it has the piano and stuff like that played by the proffessional hands of these men. i just realized.. how hot rico blanco is when playing the piano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;check&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?pid=43084440&amp;uid=5964611"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?pid=43084440&amp;amp;uid=5964611&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;just kiddin c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4 - how sappy filipinos are. to all the poptarts i know, they sing overplayed love songs heard on some freaky radio station. here comes the good part. whenever some sing these songs, they have a "patriotic" twang. c; take it from ella mae saison/kyla's song : if the feeling is gone. ay jast hav to leyt you go.. if the feylin is gan.. ü i'm not being mean. take it as a compliment! it just makes me smile. okay okay.. it just makes me snicker ü am i too evil? drop me a comment. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 - how i am beginning to be more susceptible to diabetes because of my exaggerted intake of sugar. i finished the largest pack of m&amp;m's peanuts last night. i ate 40 g of m&amp;amp;m's milk chocolate a while ago. and i still not contented of my sugar cravings for the day. i don't want my leg to be amputated! the blood.. just because of sugar.. just freakin out. enough of the leg amputaions. that's just..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in one word? : gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-110439169707163234?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/110439169707163234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=110439169707163234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110439169707163234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110439169707163234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2004/12/random-thoughts.html' title='rAnDoM tHoUgHtS'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-110433461306305126</id><published>2004-12-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T12:24:10.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Retail Therapist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My mom told me that i couldn't go to the mall unless i clean my "dirtified" sanctuary (that's my room for you). was supposed to leave at 11am but due to all the "dirtifyers", it took me bout an hour to clean up. Okay... enough crap. Let's get to the "real" part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As i was putting letters (the one you write.. doi) inside my "letter box", i saw the smaller pink box inside it. this box has been with me for the past 4 years. i would place everything (or something) about the thing (or person) i loved the most.. for that time. it protected hundreds of letters and notes from the "one" who really mattered to me at that time. from dreamboat one, dreamboat two and my pinaka crush previously. but since i don't really like my crush anymore. i decided to remove the letters crush gave me. and guess what i placed instead. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i placed receipts. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wondering why? work up your word assoc skills. recepits = ? ladies and gents, i present to you my 2nd love (dancing is the first)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SHOPPING c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the mall is my mecca. it is where i find refuge. i don't consider myself extravagant or luxurious or anyhting in between. yet i am a huge shopper. because i indulge myself into this "simple" , sometime anxious temptation: window shopping. i am at the mall 5x a week. even on school days. just to look around and eat. from opening at 10 am and closing at 8 pm, the mall (particularly the malls of makati) has been my constant source of peace of mind. forget abput the looong hours of strenous walking, i don't mind the pain, the hunger, the people, and the lust surrounding me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hence the name on my blog url.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had a big fight with your man? Feeling bored? Gaining weight? Stressed out? Upcoming events?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let the mall answer all your needs. Let yourself be a therapist too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Take it from the expert of walking looking peeking and shopping: me Ü&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/9806425-110433461306305126?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/110433461306305126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=110433461306305126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110433461306305126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110433461306305126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2004/12/retail-therapist.html' title='The Retail Therapist'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9806425.post-110416961150795295</id><published>2004-12-28T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:37:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;I've promised myself not to read my previous diary entries... EVER. i forsake myself for doing it once, uttered words from hell the second time, and forgetting i had made the promise in the first place the next gazillion times i looked back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am a slow walker but i &lt;/em&gt;never&lt;em&gt; look backwards. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;all hail the &lt;em&gt;ulyanin&lt;/em&gt; queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;it's like making new years resolutions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this year i will be more quiet in class.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;yaddah yaddah yaddah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;i've had enough of telling myself to stick to one thing (repetition: THING). maybe i just can't move on with my friggin life. i never give up on hurting myself, as well as hurting others. i miss my old self. no silly. not the one that was crying every single night over some dreamboat. not the one who was susceptible to pain. not the person i've become with the dreamboat. i just miss my old self as in the person who was happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;my definition of joy WAS love. my definition of love WAS that friggin dreamboat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;REALITY: dreamboat's gone sucker. so deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;maybe all these time i wasn't really head over heels with dreamboat number 2. oh yeah, when i was looking back at my diary entries, i didn't see a single entry with even the thought of DB2 in it. see? i m still crazy over that dreamboat. that dreamboat who left me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;why on earth am i calling them dreamboats? gee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;all hail the ulyanin queen. and the queen of "mushiness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9806425-110416961150795295?l=retailtherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/110416961150795295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9806425&amp;postID=110416961150795295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110416961150795295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9806425/posts/default/110416961150795295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailtherapist.blogspot.com/2004/12/diary-dilemma.html' title='Diary Dilemma'/><author><name>BoOtErCuP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08798724431301982977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/bootercup/bhe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
