<?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-9269510</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:40:54.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Bratinella</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-4225152009068407471</id><published>2007-12-03T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:24:20.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.reeseywussy.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  is my new home. :) goodbye blogspot. hello multiply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- feel free to add me. although I rarely blog there either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-4225152009068407471?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4225152009068407471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=4225152009068407471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/4225152009068407471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/4225152009068407471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2007/12/www.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-2574667973745356913</id><published>2007-08-14T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:24:00.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I GOT MY DRIVER'S LICENSE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I got it a week ago. Hehehe. As usual, I was simply too humble to tell the world about my little achievement immediately. But, well.... you know how irritatingly show-offish I can be. (Eventually) ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my license picture though. I always cover the photo with my thumb whenever I look at my license, because seriously, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;such a HIDEOUS picture!&lt;/span&gt; Haha. I mean, my own face scares me!!! I actually thought of putting makeup before I posed for my shot, but since I was gonna be in a mostly male populated room, I didn't want them to laugh at me. So, there. So fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I went ukay-ukay today for the first time in my entire life! I've always wanted to do it, since everybody always raves about all the cool things you can find there, but I guess I just didn't have the opportunity. Till TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through other people's stuff is actually a bit freaky. Every time I'd hold up a shoe or a shirt, I kept wondering how its previous owner looked like. What happened to him/her? Did he/she die? I'm weird like that. ;p I saw alot of really cool stuff though. I'm a sucker for designer brands, and I know when a fake's a fake, and when it isn't. I saw Fendi, Coach, Gucci, Prada, Nine West, and even a super cute pair of shoes from Miu Miu, that I would've bought, had it come in my size. In the end, I bought a pair of ballet flats for 150 bucks, that weren't designer, but were so cute all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wasn't prepared for the dust that came with being in an ukay store. I can't stand dust, because for one thing... if I inhale too much, I get really sick the next day. I also kept squirting alcohol on my hands because I'm soooo maarte when it comes to germs. I always imagine them being here, there and everywhere, and I get scared. I never touch stairs/ escalator railings, nor do i use my fingers to press buttons on elevators (I use my knuckles). I'm such a messy, 'makalat" person in real life, but I'm so OC when it comes to stupid things like that. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have so much to blog about, but shall reserve that for later posts. So I shall end this entry abruptly, and go back to work muna. (yessss....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-2574667973745356913?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2574667973745356913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=2574667973745356913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/2574667973745356913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/2574667973745356913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-my-drivers-license-actually-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-9148890664186724187</id><published>2007-08-01T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:58:13.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the dead.</title><content type='html'>I am alive! Maaaaaaan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged for so long, I've forgotten what it was like to shamelessly talk about myself in cyberspace. I've been too preoccupied with so much emotional drama, so it's hard to get back to writing when you're rarely in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm doing much better now, and I'm getting my life back. I've been too caught up with the lives of other people without thinking of my own. I'm always making sure that the other person is okay, without stopping to think whether I am as well. It can really mess with your head. When you finally come to your senses, you don't know where to pick yourself up, because you've been spending way too much time for everybody else but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyfuckingways, I've been busy patching up friendships, keeping in touch with old friends, and trying to get better grades this time around. For the past four years, I've been a horrible student. I think I've done all the naughty things in the world already and I allowed my academics to suffer- always giving in average half-baked work. I've made a resolution to myself to do better this time around, and push myself harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(holy cow. is this ME typing? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also promise to blog a bit more often. Just because I miss sounding so full of myself, and I miss you too fuckers! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-9148890664186724187?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/9148890664186724187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=9148890664186724187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/9148890664186724187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/9148890664186724187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-from-dead_01.html' title='back from the dead.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-3183028294395520818</id><published>2007-05-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:18:50.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A series of unfortunate events have been happening lately, and I'm not always in the best of moods, but hey, like I always say, shit happens. I get into odd manic-depressive states where I lose the drive completely to do anything. I sleep a bit too often, just to keep my mind off things, and I have days when I turn into a pig and eat myself to a heart attack, but then, there are days, when I hardly eat at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have reached the point where I'm numb already. Pretending has become second nature to me, and it's easier for me to smile and pretend to be happy, when I'm actually not. Not completely anyway. I read this line, "Return to Innocence," the other day, and yeah, maybe that's the solution to everything. I should just stop complicating my life, and start on a blank slate. Take whatever lessons I've learned, and take care of myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I just enrolled myself for driving lessons! FINALLY! I have been putting it off for the longest time, because I'm pretty sure I'll turn into a bundle of nerves when I'm on the road and controlling a bomb on wheels. Hopefully, I'll learn to overcome this fear of driving. I mean, I HAVE TO learn someday right? Alot of people though, seem to be even more scared of the idea of ME driving than I am. My sister once said blankly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"You can't drive! You'll probably get a heart attack once you hit a bush!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also moving out of our Katipunan apartment by the end of the month. Which is why I'm in a hurry to learn how to drive now. I'll be moving to our house in Caloocan, and well, let's just say, I'm too lazy to commute every single day to UP. (Even though it really isn't that far). I'll miss living in Katipunan though. Now I'll be forced to really go on a diet because we don't live near fast food establishments. I'll miss drinking at Meatshop on a weekly basis, and I'll miss taking the advantages of living in Katipunan for granted. Sooo many memories...  I'll also miss living with my favorite people! I'll miss trespassing into their room and borrowing their stuff. I'll also miss spur of the moment gimik sessions with my 'default' gimik buddies, catching movies at Gateway, dinner at Eastwood- all on a regular basis. The past three years of living in Katipunan with THEM was pure bliss, but well... all things DO have to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't expect it to come so soon. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-3183028294395520818?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3183028294395520818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=3183028294395520818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/3183028294395520818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/3183028294395520818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2007/05/series-of-unfortunate-events-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-9056422682635546364</id><published>2007-04-29T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:45:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm alive!</title><content type='html'>My mantra these past couple of weeks has been, "When you're down, there's nowhere to go but UP." (or something to that effect anyway. Hehe). Life has been downright nasty to me lately. But hey, shit happens. I'm on my way to full recovery now. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we took a suuuper looong trip down south to the Highlands, and EK. Sooo much fun! Ruby, Debbie and Bibi made me go on the &lt;strong&gt;LOG JAM&lt;/strong&gt; more than I wanted to. Every single time they went, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'AGAIN AGAIN!'&lt;/span&gt; I was seriously gonna cry! I have a problem with heights. And I HATE that queasy i-left-my-soul-behind, my-stomach-has-jumped-to-my-throat-feeling! I was practically IN TEARS when we were on THE FERRIS WHEEL! I mean, that's a dorky ride right? Who the fuck gets scared when they get on THAT? I swear I am the world's wimpiest chicken shit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the Rio Grande Rapids ride though. I like getting wet. Hehe. Nothing beats the bumper cars! Paintball was fun, but kinda boring. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="466" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC_0364.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="480" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC08085.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us minus 5 people from our extended family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 225px" height="250" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture109-1.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bibi and me. :)&lt;/em&gt; Big dorky smiles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="341" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture082.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bibi and his "new baby"- his Nikon D200. Which also happens to be my biggest rival for his attention. :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="283" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture112.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BumLove, DudeLove and BoobLove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="305" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC_0190.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The HIGHLANDS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="414" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC_0212.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="682" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC_0329.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we were so dirty and sweaty and smelly. I'd forgotten how being a kid was so much fun. Back then, all we ever worried about was getting home from school and watching cartoons on telly all day! Now, we HAVE to take school seriously, come home, and worry about &lt;strong&gt;our future&lt;/strong&gt;. Ugh! I wanna be 10 years old all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- we also celebrated our 10th monthsary on the same day. That's 10 months of sickening PDA's, crazy fights, pigging out, and all the mushy stuff coupledom is made of. ;p My LONGEST relationship ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamang tama, may fireworks pa that night! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="460" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC_0468.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&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;p.p.s- My boyfriend got me addicted to &lt;strong&gt;Heroes.&lt;/strong&gt; We love Hiro Yakamura!!! We're always imitating his accent. Hehe. I want super powers too! Micah's powers to be exact! I wanna be able to take as much cash from an ATM as I want!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="392" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Heroes.png" width="426" border="0" /&gt;&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/9269510-9056422682635546364?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/9056422682635546364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=9056422682635546364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/9056422682635546364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/9056422682635546364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-alive.html' title='i&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-2271303652776784617</id><published>2007-04-17T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:39:35.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am neither here nor there. There are days when I'm so high, I think I can never fall. Then there are the &lt;em&gt;other days.&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-2271303652776784617?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2271303652776784617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=2271303652776784617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/2271303652776784617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/2271303652776784617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-neither-here-nor-there.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-6071551347650546911</id><published>2007-03-29T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:32:47.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just sooo fucking lax right now. It's like I have all these deadlines to complete, all these exams to study for. Yet, I can't bring myself to care properly. I am having such a "whatever" attitude, I'm starting to hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I am the worst college student right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-6071551347650546911?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6071551347650546911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=6071551347650546911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/6071551347650546911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/6071551347650546911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-just-sooo-fucking-lax-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-2349639324372143996</id><published>2007-03-08T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:56:37.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAGUIO</title><content type='html'>I spent my weekend in Baguio and it was soooo much fun! ;) My boyfriend and four of his CSB friends had this photography assignment, and since my boyfriend happened to have a rest house there, and I happened to be his girlfriend, (lucky me eh?) I sorta just got thrown into the whole guest list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="384" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06653.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually supposed to attend AIESEC UPD's event at Absinth in GB3 on Saturday, but the trip was too much to just skip. Plus, who's complaining? I've never been to Baguio before. (My parents are the type of people who don't prioritize travelling to be part of their expenses, and I'm the type of person who'd rather spend her parents' money on beach trips, shopping and a little bit of alcohol on the side).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the entire trip was anything but boring. We made the most of our time and barely slept. I watched while the others would photograph the native people, monuments, historical places, sunsets, souvenir shops and markets. We really toured the place, and I got to learn a little bit about photography in two days. We also ate big meals every 3 hours, and all of us agreed that the omelettes and waffles at Pizza Volante on Session Road were the best we've ever tasted. The Pinikpikan at Cafe by the Ruins tasted like hotdogs, but was good nevertheless, and their Mechado was anything but ordinary- it consisted of pot-roast pork with mushroom sauce, mashed potatoes and buttered vegetables. (a far cry from the mechado I'm used to in Manila).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="464" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/_MG_2373.jpg" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="342" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/50.jpg" width="501" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was the night life. All except one of us got sooo wasted after chugging two barrels of San Mig Draft. We made fun of all the people on the dancefloor- from the "hif hoffers" to the yuppies, the oldies and the people who looked like they were born with two left feet. Things got a bit crazier after that, and the cab driver who took us home had to endure really really bad drunken singing for at least 20 minutes, and stupid drunken conversations everybody forgot the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="311" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06672.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="290" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06677.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of town trips are awesome. I think I'm at this point where I'm so inlove with life, and I'm so excited to discover new people, new places, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need is money. Cos I'm broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-2349639324372143996?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2349639324372143996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=2349639324372143996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/2349639324372143996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/2349639324372143996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2007/03/p.html' title='BAGUIO'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-5097306742659763482</id><published>2007-02-19T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:46:34.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Guys!!! Just arrived! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bora looks like heaven! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WISH YOU WERE HERE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was what I texted all my friends who got left behind in busy busy Manila. Hahaha. I know... right? YAAAAAABANG! ;p Yan kasi! Next time, come along when I say so! NO EXCUSES! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was one awesome well-deserved vacation if I may say so myself. I've been absolutely miserable with school stuff, so the Boracay trip was more than welcome. ;) It also came at a time BEFORE peak season, soooo we got to enjoy the beach WITHOUT the crowds. About a hundred people came along! And we stayed in s SUPER NICE HOTEL that pretty much beats most five star hotels I've been in. It was also my first vacation EVER with my boyfriend... so it was extra special. ;) We were awarded the Cutest Couple Award too, cos we were practically inseparable during the whole trip! Hahaha. YUCK! mush!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna bore myself (AND YOU) typing all the details... because hey, "Whatever goes on in Bora, stays in Bora" right? But all I can say is.... When people make such a big deal over Boracay, they have plenty of reasons to. Despite all the commercialization, and all the establishments popping up everywhere, the island is absolutely gorgeous! Oh, and they have free wi-fi on the beach! ;p Station 1 anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; HEIGHT: 179px" height="338" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC07497.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="422" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC07475.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 179px" height="429" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC07468.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; 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HEIGHT: 256px" height="299" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC07709.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC07712.jpg" width="411" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="330" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC07593.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bibi asked the henna man if he can be the one to draw my tattoo for me! Which HE designed. hehehe. So we got a discount for no labor charge. Most of the party pictures shows me looking very very red- from the alcohol, too much dancing, too much sunbathing, and too much laughing for no particular reason. I wasn't drunk... but I did something very embarrassing that night. Hahaha. But nothing close to dancing on the ledge or passing out on the beach... like the GALERA incident. (cough cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear Lordy Lord... GOOD TIMES GOOD TIMES!!! I'm definitely going back! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop after Bora... Hopefully... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Amanpulo&lt;/span&gt;. ;) Our college is offering an all expenses paid OJT over there... so I'm just dying to get lucky, and get picked! Imagine. Having an OJT in the best resort in Asia! All expenses paid! Food, accomodation, transportation, even laundry and God knows what else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just go, suck up to my professor, wish myself to death and drool now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-5097306742659763482?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5097306742659763482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=5097306742659763482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/5097306742659763482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/5097306742659763482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2007/02/guys-just-arrived-bora-looks-like.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-906790298055153289</id><published>2007-02-02T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:51:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i used to love being challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then college happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm just lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-906790298055153289?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/906790298055153289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/906790298055153289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-used-to-love-being-challenged.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-7366025481077555698</id><published>2007-01-11T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T18:27:45.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging has been taking a backseat lately, and it's weird how I no longer have the urge to blog more often. Anyway, last week, I was blogging this really nice entry, when my boyfriend looked over my shoulder and just went, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"AHA! YOU'RE TYPING AN EMAIL TO SOMEONE!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And I'm like, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Shit. NOOOO! I AM NOT!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In shock, I just closed the window by accident, and voila, there goes the really nice entry.... lost somewhere in cyberspace. BOOOOO! F.Y.I, he has never read my blog, and I will absolutely die of embarrassment if he does. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our maid is leaving on Saturday, and yes... there goes another one. That's the 7th maid we've had in just two years! The last one we fired cause we found out that she was letting in the security guards, the plumber, the fruit vendor and the carpenter in our house when we weren't around, and... well... flirting with them all. *cough* *whore* *cough*. Anyway, our latest maid is leaving because she got pregnant and she has to go to her home and rest. In fairness, I really am gonna miss her. Because in the span of ten months, we actually became good friends. :) In fact, before my boyfriend and I got together officially, while he was still *semi-courting* me, I used to get our maid to corner him and ask him whether he really loved me and why, and all that sly spy crap. Hehe. Then I'd ask her what he said... and get all giddy after. Hahaha. Boy am I weird or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're still hovering on the topic of love and pregnancy, one of my super close childhood friends in the whole wide world is on her 8th month and she's due next month! It's weird I swear. I mean, you grow up playing with these people, you get into trouble and all sorts of mischief together, you spend hours talking on the phone with them, then college happens and the next thing you hear from them is the news that they're pregnant. Now we're all like playing guessing games on who'll be on the Mommy-Marriage or Marriage-Mommy ;p bandwagon next. She says she wants her baby's name to be Reese. ;p Hehehehe. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school right now. Especially my accounting class! Gaaaddammit! So boy was I glad that come next month, I'll be going on a class field trip to the land of white, powdery sand, and fry brained Hed Kandi worshippers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="414" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/34178484_DSC065321.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? SCHOOLWORK WITH PLEASURE.... Don't you wish you were me??? Hahahaha. ;p kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're permitted to bring absolutely anybody we want, (even 10 people!) but since all my lovely friends are all *cough* busy *cough* and their schedules say that they stay stuck at school (BOOOO! KJ) ... I'm bringing my boy instead. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="320" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/13-01-07_1935.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&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/9269510-7366025481077555698?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7366025481077555698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=7366025481077555698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/7366025481077555698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/7366025481077555698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogging-has-been-taking-backseat.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-64521211709557488</id><published>2006-12-22T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:51:45.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="310" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture3544604.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had a camera," I said, "I'd take a picture of you every day. That way I'd remember how you looked every single day of your life."&lt;br /&gt;"I look exactly the same."&lt;br /&gt;"No, you don't. You're changing all the time. Every day a tiny bit. If I could, I'd keep a record of it all."&lt;br /&gt;"If you're so smart, how did I change today?"&lt;br /&gt;"You got a fraction of a millimeter taller, for one thing. Your hair grew a fraction of a millimeter longer. And your breasts grew a fraction of a ----"&lt;br /&gt;"They did not!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes they did."&lt;br /&gt;"Did NOT."&lt;br /&gt;"Did too."&lt;br /&gt;"What else, you big pig?"&lt;br /&gt;"You got a little happier and also a little sadder."&lt;br /&gt;"Meaning they cancel each other out, leaving me exactly the same."&lt;br /&gt;"Not at all. The fact that you got a little happier today doesn't change the fact that you also became a little sadder. Every day you become a little more of both, which means that right now, at this exact moment, you're the happiest and the saddest you've ever been in your whole life."&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;"Think about it. Have you ever been happier than right now, lying here in the grass?"&lt;br /&gt;"I guess not. No."&lt;br /&gt;"And have you ever been sadder?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't like that for everyone, you know. Some people, like your sister, just get happier and happier every day. And some people, like Beyla Asch, just get sadder and sadder. And some people, like you, get both."&lt;br /&gt;"What about you? Are you the happiest and saddest right now that you've ever been?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I am."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-the history of love (nicole krauss) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;**************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EVERYBODY!&lt;/span&gt; My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;birthday's&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;25th&lt;/span&gt;! Yes yes YES! Christmas day! I'll be fucking TWENTY! Make me happy and don't forget to greet me. I'm also not too old for presents. Cash or cheque will do if you're too lazy to get me designer clothes. Haha. ;) Don't tell me you think I'm joking. Because I'm not. ;p This girl is as serious as serious can be. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;/span&gt; ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-64521211709557488?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/64521211709557488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=64521211709557488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/64521211709557488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/64521211709557488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-i-had-camera-i-said-id-take-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-116271082803776022</id><published>2006-11-05T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:57:37.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out last month that I won't be going home these Christmas hols. BUT. My parents have bribed me with money... and although I'm in for a sadder Christmas, cash is always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; a good compensation for anything. ;p Sooooo..... HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and can I just say I love my mother? (And Daddy of course). We picked my sister's bf from the airport yesterday, and we got a bunch of stuff from our folks who just love spoiling us to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC07410.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Mom has this habit of leaving tags and their prices on the stuff she gives us... so that we NEVER forget how much they cost, or where they're from. Hahaha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC07400.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I also FINALLY got the Zara top I wanted... cos I've always wanted something with polka dots. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 352px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC07407.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And last night, my face made sweet love to these Marks &amp; Spencer's chocolates that I cannot get enough of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and although I once swore that I would never buy a pair of slippers that cost a gold mine, I am slowly eating my words... and slowly building up my Havaianas collection. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC07403.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw PRISON BREAK episode 8... and I ALMOST DIED. That episode got me squealing and screaming into the night! Gawdamn that T-BAG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bit late... but there's this little carinderia looking place in KNL near UP campus, that serves "mata ng baka," (cow's eyeballs). I know I know it sounds disgusting, but my friend introduced me to it a while back... and it's really really reallllllly good. ;) Mga Pinoy talaga... halos lahat nalang ginagawang pagkain. Hahahaha. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-116271082803776022?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116271082803776022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=116271082803776022' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/116271082803776022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/116271082803776022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-kinda-pisses-me-off-when-people.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-116178059645120990</id><published>2006-10-25T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yiheeee. artista. ;p</title><content type='html'>I have another famous friend! Hahahaha. My former neighbor and childhood playmate, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Melissa Polinar&lt;/span&gt; has made it big already in the US as a musician, and I am so so sooo proud! ;) Even when we were little kids, she was always singing or playing the piano or guitar or violin, and I'm so glad that everything's going well for her. Hopefully, she makes it big internationally too. I found her profile on Myspace, and we finally managed to keep in touch after so many years. (Thank God for the internet). ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides looking absolutely gorgeous, her music rocks too! Think Michelle Branch with a soul/ jazz twist combining the likes of Diana Krall and Etta James. Do check her and her music out on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;www.myspace.com/melissapolinar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or visit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;www.melissapolinar.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or simply &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her, cos she's very google-able. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 233px; height: 367px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/1051472857_l.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-116178059645120990?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116178059645120990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=116178059645120990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/116178059645120990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/116178059645120990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/10/yiheeee-artista-p.html' title='yiheeee. artista. ;p'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-116075558586915343</id><published>2006-10-13T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:40.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past few days have been insanely boring. Haha. I have officially turned into the world's biggest couch potato who has been dodging finals left and right, and putting work off for tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. So TOMORROW, I swear to God I am gonna bury my head into my Algebra book and STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our apartment is LITERALLY going to the dogs. My sister's boyfriend is leaving for 2 weeks and he left his baby pug with us. I loooove pugs, but THIS pug is the wimpiest dog on the face of the planet! You leave him for one second and he starts crying. NON-STOP I tell you! It drives meinsane. Plus, he's just soooo maarte. He doesn't eat anything except Pedigree dogfood and drinks nothing except Nestrogen and water. We have to be extra careful to NOT walk around barefoot because stepping into a pool of dog pee and dog shit inside the house is NOT uncommon. So basically, now we're living with TWO dogs... and the house absolutely REEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture114.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;his name is GWAPO by the way. Hahaha. We just adore teasing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt; just blew my head CLEAN SHIT OFF! I just finished Season 2's Episode 7, and my mind is just soooo messed up with suspense! I still cannot get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just downloaded the very first Episode of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SUPERNATURAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I looooove it! I cannot believe I have more reasons to stay home and be a total bum! I am soooo INLOOOOVE with Jensen Ackles!!! He just makes my heart melt with his bad boyishness, and wit! ;) I like I like. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/3138.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-116075558586915343?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116075558586915343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=116075558586915343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/116075558586915343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/116075558586915343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/10/past-few-days-have-been-insanely.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-116020150355336019</id><published>2006-10-07T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:40.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.  Attitude, to me, is more important than facts.  It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do.  It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill... The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day.  We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way.  We cannot change the inevitable.  The only thing we can do is play on the string we have, and that is our attitude... I am convinced that life is ten percent what happens to me and ninety percent how I react to it. And so it is with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                          -Dr. Charles Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-116020150355336019?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/116020150355336019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/116020150355336019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/10/longer-i-live-more-i-realize-impact-of.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-115989900655616148</id><published>2006-10-04T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:39.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired. I walked around the campus today. From Commonwealth to Math. To A.S, and back to Commonwealth. And if you know my school, you know how FAR that is! I thought I could do with a bit of exercise since I had a four hour break with absolutely nothing to do. But that stupid storm made the trees fall and got in the way of all the shortcuts! The worst thing is, I almost fainted along the way. I swear there must be something wrong with me. Walking long distances makes me feel weak, and everything starts to go black, and I go temporarily deaf. The feeling doesn't fade away until I've sat down and eaten something. I thought at first that it must have something to do with my bad eating habits and my counting calories all the time.... but noooo.... cos I just ate before I took that long walk. Anyway......that is life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God Manila is one big friendster, and it's getting smaller and smaller by the minute! I get this ecstatic thrill when I find out that a person I've just met knows a friend of mine... etc etc. It's the coolest thing in the world cos it's just so random. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Friendster. Someone sent me hate mail the other day. Saying all these nasty things about me. That I'm like this and like that and oooh, it's all just so stalker-ish, it's actually funny instead of insulting. It gives me this certain 'happiness' that I have THAT much impact on a person &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have never met in my ENTIRE YOUNG LIFE! &lt;/span&gt;Dear Lord, I feel POPULAR! Hahahaha. ;) So to YOU, (cos you may be reading this right now), feel free to send me another hate message because it seriously makes my day! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-115989900655616148?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/115989900655616148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=115989900655616148' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/115989900655616148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/115989900655616148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-115535817329716506</id><published>2006-08-12T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:34.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our new baby</title><content type='html'>Meet our little bundle of joy. ;) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;SCOTCH&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I named him by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 199px; height: 246px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06768.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 246px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06765.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had him for weeks now. He eats like a machine, and he only barks when he gets lonely. Lately, he's getting fatter, and he's becoming sooo makulit! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-115535817329716506?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/115535817329716506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=115535817329716506' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/115535817329716506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/115535817329716506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-new-baby.html' title='our new baby'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-115443587408511333</id><published>2006-08-01T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:34.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE the smell of food from our neighbour's house. Waaaaah! Why oh why am I NOT one of those girls who eat and eat and eat, but never ever get fat? Why oh why am I so fucking lazy that I only have enough energy to work out twice a week as opposed to before when I actually LOVED to work out? I wanna eat pizza, lasagne, European lengua from World Topps, tempura, chicken don from Teriyaki Boy right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaah! owell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really really busy right now and as much as there are plenty of things I wanna blog about, I'm just really tired. So.... anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;this is the greatest iPod commercial I have EVER EVER seen!&lt;/span&gt; hehehe. Youtube is LOVE. Enjoy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJQNh-Puysg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJQNh-Puysg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-115443587408511333?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/115443587408511333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=115443587408511333' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/115443587408511333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/115443587408511333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-smell-of-food-from-our.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-115005269086716339</id><published>2006-06-12T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:32.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 360px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/jessicastamistyle012vn.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. I want things to just stop happening, because everything's happening all too fast and I can't keep up. I'm starting to hate people coming into my life and leaving soon after- dealing with the emotional b.s is too much for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BLOG BREAK BLOG BREAK BLOG BREAK!!!&lt;/span&gt; This person needs to sort herself out. ;) I've also lost the drive to blog. For now. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-115005269086716339?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/115005269086716339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/115005269086716339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-confused_12.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114881369882382018</id><published>2006-05-28T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:32.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I honestly think I have what it takes to be one of them paparazzis. I buy around 5 magazines a month, and I always always remember what every single issue is about. (I kid you not) Stalking international celebrities is my favorite past time. (Local showbiz bores me too much). I'm especially good at knowing all about the world of international fashion, who's modeling for whom, and the model whose contract just ended with so and so and WHY. I adore watching Fashion Tv, and I can just watch models going up and down the ramp for hours and hours. And NOT get bored. How sad is my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I almost died when I saw THIS on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDURO4IcM20"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDURO4IcM20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ambition in life is to BE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ALESSANDRA AMBROSIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll never ever eat again if it means that I'll look as hot as HER! She's soooo fucking HOTTTT, I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE HER! For her ONLY, I'll turn lesbian any day! She makes all the women in the world insecure. And every time I open a magazine and NOT see her name on the list of sexiest/ hottest women poll, I always think, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Gadddddamn! People are BLIND!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay. Why God created her THAT hot has gotta be the most unfair-est thing in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. end of ditzy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**edit- p.s, I didn't like the winner of American Idol. Taylor whats-his-face. I was rooting for Chris all the way. =( Boohoo. And yeah, I know I knoooow everyone's such a big fat Taylor fan cos he's different, he has an edge, and all that hoopla... which is EXACTLY why I don't like him! I don't like him cos everyone likes him. Oh well. Can't wait for the next AI auditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114881369882382018?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114881369882382018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114881369882382018' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114881369882382018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114881369882382018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-honestly-think-i-have-what-it-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114806068491627863</id><published>2006-05-20T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:31.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nevermind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/tom_hanks27.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to line up for an hour just to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DA VINCI CODE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was pure torture. Having to sit for three hours through the movie was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATED IT! It has gotta be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE most disappointing movie of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dragged like mad I tell you. The ONLY thing on my mind while I was watching the movie was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"MY GOD! WHEN THE FUCK WILL THIS ENNNNND? I WANNA GO HOME!"&lt;/span&gt; I kept on fidgeting about in my seat every five seconds, and I fell asleep three times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the same reaction when I watch StarWars and Lord of the Rings too, by the way. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, for those who've read the book, and are planning to watch it on the big screen, do yourself a favor and DON'T! I advise you to rent the DVD instead for those lazy, rainy afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**edit- Audrey Tautou was cute though. I love her hair! She looked better in this movie too. She looked so stupid in Amelie and A very long Engagement. Like she was a dumb brunette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- I had a Math exam today. I swear to God I studied like mad for it. A week in advance! But fuck it. I am sooo gonna flunk. =( I swear I thought I was gonna die halfway through the exam! My brain cells took a day off, and all the questions didn't make sense. I even had a mental block, and I TOTALLY FORGOT WHAT 6 MULTIPLIED BY 8 WAS! I even had to use my FINGERS! Bah! I curse whoever invented that stupid subject. I hope you're burning in hell right about now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114806068491627863?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114806068491627863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114806068491627863' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114806068491627863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114806068491627863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/05/nevermind.html' title='nevermind'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114794818228040429</id><published>2006-05-18T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:31.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CONGRATULATE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT IN TOURISM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/ait.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes faggots. my real name is Maria Cristina Mojica. (gay huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MY SUPER DUPER CRUSH GOT IN&lt;/span&gt; too! hahahaha. His name is on this list. (clue- he has a VERY prominent last name).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114794818228040429?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114794818228040429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114794818228040429' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114794818228040429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114794818228040429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/05/congratulate-me-i-got-in-tourism-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114744268873216066</id><published>2006-05-12T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:31.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;So I'm chatting to my sister right now. And I tell her, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There's a fucking mouse under my table! I can't move! And I'm home alone. The maid took a day off, and I have no one to do the killing job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's words of wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"Just make cat sounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... now, WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm crazy. But I'm not THAT CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&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/9269510-114744268873216066?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114744268873216066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114744268873216066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114744268873216066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114744268873216066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-im-chatting-to-my-sister-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114725914250974793</id><published>2006-05-10T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:31.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont talk to strangers.</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I LOATHE... it's people who talk and talk and talk when you don't want them to. I scolded our maid the other day for having this habit of talking and talking and talking. Chatting me up about the lives of all the people in her town, when seriously, I really don't give a damn! I told her that if she doesn't learn to shut up, she'll take that habit with her forever. And if she gets married, her husband will probably get himself drunk everyday and beat her up when he gets home. ;p I can be so mean, but it's TRUE! Nobody wants to be stuck with a nagger, and this maid is one champion NAGGER. You HAVE to meet her to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the other day, while I was riding a bus, this guy approached me and asked if he can have my number. He wasn't cute, and I was irritated. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to play. ;p So I pretended I was deaf and did sign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, he gave up trying to chat. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114725914250974793?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114725914250974793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114725914250974793' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114725914250974793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114725914250974793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-talk-to-strangers.html' title='dont talk to strangers.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114629686487603637</id><published>2006-04-29T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:29.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOST MY CELLPHONE YESTERDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Phone10.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Phone11.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problem is. i don't know HOW. the last time i saw it I was in the UP gym. I don't know whether some LOSER went through my bag while i was changing or whether it fell off my bag while I was fixing my stuff. By the time I realized it was missing, I was already in the Math building, and I was ringing my phone like mad, only to find out that the thief got rid of my sim card moments later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my parents though that I was "hold-upped." (did i spell that right?) to make it less painful for them. I just got my Nokia 6630 on Christmas, and I didn't wanna go through the entire ordeal of lectures and sermons of how stupid I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it! I am sooo not getting a nice expensive phone ever again. Not while I'm in this country. This is the SECOND time I've lost an expensive-o phone. Screw you you dishonest cellphone finder! I hope you get horrible boils on your ass, and grow huge warts all over your face. I hope you fall flat on your face while walking in the AS lobby. I hope you fail all your subjects too, and get kicked out of UP. I hope you become REALLY REALLY poor NOW! I'm SOOOO MAD! I hope you die. DIE DIE fucking DIE! Cos people LIKE YOU deserve it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114629686487603637?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114629686487603637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114629686487603637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114629686487603637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114629686487603637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-lost-my-cellphone-yesterday-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114528873497975084</id><published>2006-04-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:28.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overshare probably. but you've had it too. haha.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the other day I had such a high fever that I was practically "leaking" with sweat. But now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the worst news in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I HAVE LBM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me and Joosay ate fish, and we both ended up sprinting to the bathroom every hour. Bad fish I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so today was the first day of summer class right? And joys of all joys, fucking LBM chose to stay. So after my PE class, I rush to the Campus Pharmacy to buy a bunch of Diatabs, and I find THREE of my crushes inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sorta look around a bit... hoping that the boys leave and I can buy my tabs and get outta there. But noooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist goes,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Yes miss? What do you need?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to not hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She semi-shouts, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Miss, YES?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate for like 10 seconds like a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she repeats, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"MISS YES????" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, them STUPID three boys haven't left yet. And I'm thinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"HOW FUCKING LONG DOES IT TAKE TO SHOP FOR MEDICINE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing no way out of the prissy pharmacist situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look her in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand on tiptoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I make that pointer finger motion when you want someone to come closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I whisper in her ear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I need ten DIATABS please." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she turns to the lady next to her, does the finger motion and whispers too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"TEN Diatabs. She needs ten diatabs" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second lady goes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I could say diarrhea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second lady wraps the pills in a paper bag, takes my money, and I'm out of there. Downing my precious tablet with C2 Green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my pride intact of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;THE MAID FROM HELL.&lt;/span&gt; Fucking a. Word just got in that the bitch is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;two months pregnant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;According to the "neighbourhood watch" she lets men into our house when we're not around. Annnnnnnnnnnnd! If she goes through with the pregnancy, this will be her fourth baby from a fourth father. Meeeeeeeeeeeanniiiiiiiiing! She's had four different lovers, NOT husbands mind you! And welllllll, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just to make things clear. Our EX maid is by no means. as in fucking NOooooOOOOOooo Means! a hot chick. She is faaaaar faaaaaaaar as in Antarctica FAR away from the men's French maid fantasy. And I swear I am NOT being mean. I'm just saying that ALOT of men are such *ickheads and THIS maid was born with no self control and no brains. Again! I am NOT mean. The woman doesn't even know when her own birthday is! (seriously!) Let alone a condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyyyywaaaayyyyy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery that remains now is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WHO IS THE FOURTH FATHER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ten ten ten ten!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) the helper boy next door?&lt;br /&gt;b) the security guard?&lt;br /&gt;c) The ice cream man?&lt;br /&gt;d) The water deliverer man?&lt;br /&gt;e) Or the fruit man who sells whatelse across the street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, according to our "spies," the bitch has been "seen" with soo many lovers, at different times when we're not around. God forbid she's been seen with soo many lovers at the same time! eeeeeeeeeek! mental perverted picture stay AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bet's on the helper boy next door for easy access. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114528873497975084?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114528873497975084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114528873497975084' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114528873497975084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114528873497975084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/overshare-probably-but-youve-had-it.html' title='overshare probably. but you&apos;ve had it too. haha.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114425756042713105</id><published>2006-04-06T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:27.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF COLOMBO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR VERRRRRY OWN &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;JACKY FERNANDEZ&lt;/span&gt; IS GONNA BE IN THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISS UNIVERSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PAGEANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT SHIT SHIIIIT! We KNOOOOW her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking though, I'm NOT surprised. I saw a picture of all the other contestants and they all look like crap. (no offense) I swear I'm just bursting with school pride ALL THE WAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/star.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE USED TO BE IN THE SAME CHOIR TOGETHER! OMYGOOOOOD! IN THE SAAAAAME SCHOOL! WE'VE TALKED! WE BREATHED THE SAME AIR! SHE ONCE TOLD ME SHE LOVED MY ESPRIT TOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Oh Crap man! One of you guys better be famous too REAL FAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**edit- isn't there a rule that the contestants of these pageants should'nt have any uhm...public nude-ish pictures? hahaha. let's all hope they don't see jacky's picture below. i am sooo not taking THAT down. tooo tooo special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114425756042713105?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114425756042713105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114425756042713105' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114425756042713105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114425756042713105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-sweet-mother-of-colombo-our.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114412909942773622</id><published>2006-04-04T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love it or hate it, you know you MISS IT. ;)</title><content type='html'>Okay this is for my Sacre Coeur Peeps cos you guys are the ONLY ones who can relate to this super LOOOOONG post... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys! And I miss each and everyone of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaah.... memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06247.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 269px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06250.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 269px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06249.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06252.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 266px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC01556.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 376px; height: 282px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC00313.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 376px; height: 282px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC00304.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 292px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC00292.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 487px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/funnyfaces.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 273px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC00232.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 392px; height: 294px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/GRADPARTAY.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px; height: 296px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC00945.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 294px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC00816.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chatted to Ralaine today... and i spent my afternoon laughing my ASS OFF! haha. we are sooo mean. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/chat1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 387px; height: 341px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/chat7.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, and to all who do NOT know what ever happened to JACKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/62377-451773-large1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH... I know right? Our school produces the HOTTEST of babes! THIS picture shocked the hell out of me! haha. The girl is EVERYWHERE! You sit on a plane, and she's the girl who hosts those tour guide thingies on those little monitors. Then when you go eat at Applebees' (Lord! APPLEBEES!) she's the girl on the billboard! Then when you withdraw money, her face is plastered on every single ATM machine! Then when you go the magazine sections in supermarkets, her face is on the covers as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Sister Guiseppina too. Sister Theresa. Sister Claudia. Sister Michellina. oh, FRENCH CLASSES! Assemblies every Wednesday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twisties and Kitkat&lt;/span&gt; at the canteen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANADA DRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;Chocolate ice cream with chocolate syrup. Robert! Alex and Baptista! Hahahaha. Oh, and those fundraiser canteen thingies where they sell crepes with Nutella! ;) TOURNAMENTS. Speech contests where they'd make us speak in front of everybody. Maher coming to school sporting his BALD look. =) Wednesday assemblies. playing ice and water. SOCK LINES! Goodness! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS MY SOCK LINE!&lt;/span&gt; sports day with relay races. MARCH PASS!!! LEFT RIGHT LEFT!!!! North south east west, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREEN HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; is the BEST! The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;CATERPILLAR&lt;/span&gt; boots trend.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; BACKSTREET BOYS&lt;/span&gt;. The Moffatts Concert. Hahaha. oh oh OH.... MRS ADVINCULA and her MUSIC CLASS!!! SIR REMY!!! Field trips to the sheep farm, Danish Dairy. the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"JOBLESS." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear when I was there, I couldn't wait to get out. Now I'm here, I just want to repeat my childhood all over again. we had the greatest childhood EVER! nothing compares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit- guys, comment with your favorite memory. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114412909942773622?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114412909942773622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114412909942773622' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114412909942773622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114412909942773622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-it-or-hate-it-you-know-you-miss.html' title='love it or hate it, you know you MISS IT. ;)'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114365285410234234</id><published>2006-03-30T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:27.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh megalomaniac step down! STEP DOWN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;this post is dedicated to Erin my love, and Claudia. Cos we just looooooove men. Don't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually a cyber stalker. i spend most of my time online checking out random people's friendster profiles, oohing and aahing at their photos, dissing their horrible grammar, and of course, just like the rest of you hypocrites, i enjoy making fun of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; of them. hahahaha. (hey, drama sucks, what can i say?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately though, i've realized that all this stalking is a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes. there has to be an "UNTIL."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I chanced upon Mr Hot Stud right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not clear, because the original size is too big for my template. and unlike LJ, which offers cuts, blogspot doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;save these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; images&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to check out what he has to say. (can't be bothered with the html hoopla).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will thank me. the trouble is worth it. promise. ;p when i find something funny, I MEAN IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fun1.blogger.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 272px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/confi3.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fun2.blogger.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 435px; height: 375px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/confi2.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time, out of the goodness of my heart, I will take this down. But being the "way I am", I could NOT resist sharing the fruits of my labor. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BLAME ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be clear, I am not making fun of his grammar, no matter how terrible it really is. It's his personality that "intrigues" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs to stop &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"laying his ass and cock in a bed of money!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha. We girls are waaaaaay out of his league. Be nice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"person and not a toy!"&lt;/span&gt; *wrist slashing motion*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114365285410234234?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114365285410234234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114365285410234234' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114365285410234234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114365285410234234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-megalomaniac-step-down-step-down.html' title='oh megalomaniac step down! STEP DOWN!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114216359034640036</id><published>2006-03-12T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:26.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>viva puerto!</title><content type='html'>so so much shit went down last night. we're all in trouble. but hey... at least we get a grade for being on a beach right? that's the greatest thing about my course. we get to go to all these places and while we have fun we get a grade for it. =) happpeeee time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made friends with such awesome people!. And to think that we never used to notice each other in class before! John, Jay, Erns, Henrick (aka the new Daddy Long legs), Toffer, Debbz, Friaz and myself were roomates, and it was soooo cool bonding with them. I love those boys! They're all so weird. The weirdest of all is Toffer. The model. You know how models are usually stereotyped as being vain and too full of themselves? HE IS A WALKING STEREOTYPE! He takes longer to get ready than I do! (and that's saying ALOT mind you!) He actually brought a hair blower to the beach for Pete's sake! And clothes to last him a week. Every 5 minutes too, he'll take pictures of himself! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- Goodness. You're so vain. Ever mo bang pinangarap na maging babae nalang?&lt;br /&gt;Toff- Hindi. Eh ang gwapo gwapo ko noh? Pero siguro kung naging girl ako, siguro ang ganda ganda ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;This was when we decided to put our artistic skills to good use and use Toffer as OUR sand model. A she male to be exact! The boobs the boobs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/11032006047.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 279px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/11032006046.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banana boat ride was the shiznit! Haha. And we pigged out the whole day and bought so much stuff. But the interesting part began when we barhopped last night. Dance moves to shock the conservative. Enough food to feed an army. Laughing over EVERYTHING! Debbz being miss hot stuff for the night. Being taray to tomboys. Daring each other to approach strangers. Dissing each other like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/11032006049.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/11032006011.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The booze flowed too... and that fucking TRAIDOR of a Mindoro Sling and red horse totally got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As iiiiin.... I was laughing at anything and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I passed out on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie and I woke up the following morning dazed. We sooo can't remember going back to our room at all. I love Jay more than ever for taking care of us. Debbie lost her bag, with her digi cam, wallet, and ids. I lost my expensive slippers that weren't even mine to begin with (which I must replace), and Friaz lost her eyeglasses! So weird. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? I think we practically crawled back to our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid camera broke down on me. And now I have to get it fixed. We have little pictures. And we are soooo PISSED OVER THAT! we were camwhoring with Debbie's digi the whole night, and now some asshole's probably oggling at our pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an extreme hangover, and I'm swearing off alcohol for a month. We had to go snorkelling this morning and I was thisclose to passing out while at sea! Haha. Imagine me floating around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm such a todo morena now talaga. I'm sooo dark and I LOVE IT. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/11032006053.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it's shortcomings, I'm soooo going back there again and again and again. But for now, i have to recuperate. i'm sooo tired. can't even blog properly. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114216359034640036?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114216359034640036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114216359034640036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114216359034640036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114216359034640036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/viva-puerto.html' title='viva puerto!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114190683317054471</id><published>2006-03-09T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:25.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakto sakto! ikaw ang gusto ko!</title><content type='html'>dear future manliligaw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in lieu of chocolates, roses, stuffed animals, jewellery and candle lit dinners that have proliferated the world of courtship,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET ME THIS INSTEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 318px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/97937287.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nako talaga magpapakipot, at sasagutin na talaga kita. pramis! ;p i swear, i will lab you beri beri mats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- i'm off to the land of sand, sea and sun for the weekend. *SQUEALS!* I'm a sea goat, and the ocean just makes me go bananas! anyway, please leave a comment/ email/ friendster message if you lot need, or rather, want anything. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114190683317054471?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114190683317054471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114190683317054471' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114190683317054471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114190683317054471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/sakto-sakto-ikaw-ang-gusto-ko.html' title='sakto sakto! ikaw ang gusto ko!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114120046510132731</id><published>2006-03-01T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:25.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;p</title><content type='html'>My Soc Sci 2 class is hell. I have 300 pages of crap to read this week. It's not the reading work that I'm complaining about... it's WHAT I have to read! All this proletariat/ bourgeois nonsense is written in such a way that a person of normal intelligence, such as myself, cannot understand in one go! Everytime I attempt to, I fall asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sample- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"in fact, for this bourgeoisie the influx of the alien poor dramatized and symbolized the problems raised by expanding urban proletariat, combining as they did the characteristics of internal and external 'barbarians' which threatened to swamp civilization as respectable as men knew it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huwwwwaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night we went to McDo to take out McNuggets. (para ma neutralize yung 4 cups of Starbucks sweeeeet coffee we had earlier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, and opened the box... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUESS WHAT WE SAW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/01032006.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ONE precious nugget had already been bitten into!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdo, I love you and all, but seriously, do you take care of your staff members well enough? Are they well paid? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well FED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. That's just gross. The drawback of course was, we couldn't complain anymore cause we had already reached home before we opened the box. *siiiiiiigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt. Next time we're at any fast food chain, inspection of the food bought (especially if it's take out) is mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, next time too, I find a rat in my burger (before I eat it of course), so I can sue McDo and become ultra ultra rich! =) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends in the whole wide world emailed me recently. (yesh, people still email proper letters). Anyway, she has applied to universities in HongKong and Singapore for one purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she can visit me!!! Here. In chocnut land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I feel so loved. ;D I hope she gets accepted and all, so I can see her again. We haven't seen each other in almost 3 years! And I feel guilty cos she's always the one who makes long distance calls to me that lasts for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a horrible cheapskate of a friend I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodluck to you my partner in crime for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC00547.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the mischief. The laughter. Phone marathons in the middle of the night. The days when we used to do crazy things and go... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Oh shit. Are we gonna get caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- I'm also waiting for you. Erin. my love. to come visit! =) You know I'll love you forever and ever and  a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114120046510132731?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114120046510132731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114120046510132731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114120046510132731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114120046510132731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/p.html' title=';p'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114103420204514748</id><published>2006-02-27T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:25.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our sense of urgency.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 371px; height: 551px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/memoirs_of_a_geisha.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was alright. i expected so much more, especially since alot of people claimed that the flick was better than the book. personally, though, i think it was the opposite. the grand performance was a disappointment for one. and the dialogues were sooo hard to understand! every 5 minutes we were like... "what did she say? what happened?" hell.... sana they put subtitles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but watch it anyway. if you haven't read the book yet, that might prove to be a bigger advantage and you might enjoy it more than i did. i just tend to be a bit more of a critic when it comes to books-turned-movies. but hey, the costumes were amazing. and so was the setting. Gong li was awesome. her acting was so convincing compared to Zhang Ziyi... and personally, I find this Gong girl prettier. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at teriyaki boy and stuffed ourselves silly with jap food. how appropriate. there were no classes today, and it kinda sent me on some sort of guilt trip because despite the crisis happening now, we're gallivanting away in the mall. (along with ALOT of people by the way) and the only thing on our minds right now is... "may pasok na ba bukas?" yikes. we are so immature! but hey, as if naman we could do anything to fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on our way home, we saw this super duper cuuuuute guy on the LRT2. as in. he was sooo hot. anyway, we got all kiliiiig when he and his friends would turn to look at us. =) heehee. ruby came up with this phrase we should use every time guys turn to look at us... "geisha coming through." cos while we were walking through the station, my friends and i literally turned heads! haha. that's us. attracting attention wherever we go. so we stalked the cute guy, before saying goodbye to him forever. i hope he lives in katipunan so we can bump into each other again. ;p dork dork dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, call me selfish whatever... but im hoping that there won't be classes again tomorrow. i've just got tons on my plate right now... and well... a few days off won't be so bad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114103420204514748?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114103420204514748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114103420204514748' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114103420204514748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114103420204514748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/our-sense-of-urgency.html' title='our sense of urgency.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114096602632541191</id><published>2006-02-26T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:25.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 385px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/143301.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so please forgive me for pushing you away every time you seem to want to get closer. i am just that vulnerable. but all i really wanna do is keep you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.thisclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114096602632541191?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114096602632541191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114096602632541191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-please-forgive-me-for-pushing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114089612247826060</id><published>2006-02-26T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:24.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freak freak freak!</title><content type='html'>I swore to myself I won't watch the show, let alone get addicted. But hey, when you're quarantined at home, procrastinating like mad, and with nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed the entire season 1 from my fabulous housemate, and totally forgot the time. i'm hooked. God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/lostlogo.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it I love it I love it! It's absolute madness. Took me awhile to be "cool" I know. Shame. on. moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have a new crush! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;IAN SOMERHALDER!&lt;/span&gt; He's just sooooo fuckin' hot and he's got the dreamiest eyes. I can just faint everytime his face flashes on the screen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**edit- his character died! waaaaah! why oh why oh why? why didnt they pick some ugly guy to die nalang? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/pic01.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note- I'm really kinda freaked out by what happened last night, while I was home alone. I was downstairs in the sala reading a book when I heard such LOUD footsteps upstairs! I am sooo not making this up. Then I heard a door bang, and so much rucus happening upstairs as if someone was cleaning! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks is that I'm 100% sure that I was the ONLY one at home. The maid was outside (as usual) making pacute sa security guard, and my housemates were out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kinda stuff happens all the time actually. In this house. My housemates and I are so used to it, but freak! It's different when I'm the only one left to deal with this shit. I've seen ghosts and heard weird stuff and all... but there were always other people around, so it was generally "safer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I always sleep with my iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114089612247826060?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114089612247826060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114089612247826060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114089612247826060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114089612247826060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/freak-freak-freak.html' title='freak freak freak!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114069242005776779</id><published>2006-02-23T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:24.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when life becomes a bitch.</title><content type='html'>i'm sick. and it's all because i made puyat last night and drank an ICED quad venti Irish cream caramel macchiato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self- never a cold drink late at night again. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body feels like several trucks ran over it, i'm breaking into a cold sweat, and i have a fever. i sound like a total baby i know... but kasi, i hardly get sick. and im so used to having my mom take care of me. now, i have to look after myself. damn. i have to keep reminding myself that. im friggin approaching twenty! waaaah! i just wanna wake up and be 9 years old all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my issues are so pathetic i know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have made the couch downstairs my sick bed. looks like i'll be hanging around there for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114069242005776779?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114069242005776779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114069242005776779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-life-becomes-bitch.html' title='when life becomes a bitch.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114063236519428562</id><published>2006-02-23T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:24.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that beach trip I was talking about? The one where we all get a grade for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was postponed. yes. postponed. Stupid event at school. Anyway, okay lang naman. I have two weeks to starve myself and work out like mad so I can don a bikini proudly with no shame. (i'm an exhibitionist what can i say?) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of working out... im getting fab results. =) the best time to work out is after you have all your meals and you work out before you sleep. That way, you're not storing any fat, and you're still burning fat while you catch those zzzz's. It works. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to take a nice lovely shower though before you go to bed. Sweaty bedsheets? Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I studied like mad for this exam we're having later. We divided the work, so we get ahead faster. In between, we started craving for Starbucks coffee... so Debbie treated me to an iced quad venti Irish cream caramel macchiato (whew) because I did her a HUGE favor by making a scrapbook for one of her classes. ;p Honestly, I have no idea why loads of people hate me. I'm such a nice friend right? Right? Haha. I really just love my friends. I'd do anything for them. If only them haters knew me well enough. I'm such a pushover. You can take advantage of me anytime. Haha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got the coffee right? And Debbie was the one behind the wheel on the way home. Grabe. Ang hirap talaga mag drive. Haha. I have this huge coffee stain on my shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me thinking too. My sister laughs whenever I tell her I have plans of driving real real soon. In her words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yeah right. You run away from the ball during volleyball games. What more a car? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knowing you... you'll probably get a heart attack when you run into a bush!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is sooo mean. Haha.  But we're like that. We diss each other 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I should go to bed na. Toodles faggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- i super wanna get my navel re-pierced. i've been planning it forever. hope i can take the pain one more time. my momma is gonna whop my ass when she finds out. she totally flipped when i got it done the first time. oh, and i just found out that my tongue piercing will never go away. ever. i havent worn a stud in like 5 months... and the hole is still there. amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114063236519428562?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114063236519428562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114063236519428562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-that-beach-trip-i-was-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114043933498641347</id><published>2006-02-20T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:24.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food glorious food!</title><content type='html'>My diet is going to hell... and all I wanna do these days is eat and eat AND eat some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I don't get tired of eating EVER! And all I ever think about is what I can eat next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang I wanna eat everything edible I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it's THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnd speaking of food, I miss my Mom! I miss her good ol' cooking. The brownies. The salmon. The chopsuey. The tinola. The baked lasagne. The lambchops.... I don't care... nobody does it best. I miss the way she'd always put rice on my plate even when I keep on telling her that I'm on an anti-rice diet. The way she'd really fatten me up, then laugh at my reaction when she calls me fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one of the gay-est mothers ever... and I miss how she'd make me sleep with her whenever I'm home. The way she'd make dabog like a little kid when I wouldn't tell her a secret. I can tell her anything... well almost. =p When she found out I had a crush on our neighbour, she'd tell me when he was around, and she made sure that we were introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how she'd make me drink red wine at parties, even when I'm not in the mood. The way she'd make a long distance call, and say... "wala lang." The way she'd tug at my shirt when it would accidentally show some skin. Oh.... and the shopping! She always buys me anything that I want. Hehe. I'm so spoilt like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always worries about us kids growing up cos she doesn't wanna be called grandma. I think I'm like her in sooo many ways. We both suffer from Peter Pan syndrome. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have lived my life if I grow up to be even half the woman that she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her birthday this Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mamu!!! I love you to bits, and miss you to pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114043933498641347?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114043933498641347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114043933498641347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114043933498641347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114043933498641347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/food-glorious-food.html' title='food glorious food!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114032626194327565</id><published>2006-02-19T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:24.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"alcohol alcohol utak mo'y buhol buhol."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mood- tired&lt;br /&gt;Music- "Lakambini Bottom", Datu's Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/brokeback_mountain.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY saw it! =) Thankyou Jay-r for making libre! Haha. The poor guy. He had no idea that it was a gay flick, and before I could tell him... he had already bought the tickets. ;p To all those who have yet to see it... this movie is a homophobic straight man's worst nightmare. You have been warned. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before watching the movie, one of my straight guy friends made it clear to me that it was disgusting as hell. In his own words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"niyayaksu nung isa ung isang lalaki sa wetpaks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you understood what that meant or not, *uhhh* it just brought my level of curiousity to a whole other level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... it WAS dragging in some parts. TWO of my friends fell asleep! It was a wonder why I didn't, but I liked it nevertheless. I like movies that are different, and since this flick did not disappoint with "faggot fucks", and "faggot snogs," well... you can't get any different than THAT. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it though. Even if you can't relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;UP FAIR 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there on Monday and on Friday. I was actually hoping to attend every single night, but well... eh you know what happens when people get lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/13022006004.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday, I arrived at around 9pm, just in time for the good bands to start playing. The event was SchizoFairnia- Eraserfest, meaning that it was a tribute to the first, greatest Filipino rockband of all time. The Eraserheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/18022006002.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were sooooooo many people lined up outside.... as iiiin. The pila started from the entrance, and went all the way to the Econ building. Thanks to connections though... *ahem ahem*... I was able to pull a few strings, make singit, and get in without much hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/18022006007.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 255px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/18022006009.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I roamed around, made tambay, met a few people, bumped into fellow classmates, and rocked to the sounds of Datu's Pride, Radioactive sago, Milk n Honey, Imago, Moonstar 88, Kamikazee and them mainstream bands like Spongecola, 6 cycle mind, ................and FINALLY.... Pupil. With the main man &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ely Buendia&lt;/span&gt; himself! His band was the last act, and get this... They came out at around 6am!!! So everyone who wanted to see him, such as moi, stayed up till 6am just to witness Pinoy rock royalty in the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/18022006016.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh aaaaah! I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked really weird. Jumping around like a fan girl, and singing along. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I did that. We had breakfast at McDo, (thankGod it's 24 hours na) and Crystal and I were thinking the whole time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come we can stay awake like that for a rock concert, and not do the same when we're studying for an exam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should STOP staying up all night. I hardly do anything productive, and all this lack of sleep is starting to show. I look dreadful, and I can't step out of the house these days without donning shades. So, there. I will sleep at 11 or 12 every night. promise na to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114032626194327565?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114032626194327565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=114032626194327565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114032626194327565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114032626194327565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/alcohol-alcohol-utak-moy-buhol-buhol.html' title='&quot;alcohol alcohol utak mo&apos;y buhol buhol.&quot;'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-114000021794206650</id><published>2006-02-15T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:24.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"na tinuruan mo ang puso ko na umibig ng tunay"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mood- happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Music- Ang Huling El Bimbo, Eraserheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Valentines day. I got a rose. Oh and chocolates. thankyou. ;) But I looked and felt sooo horrible so I basically hid behind shades the whole day. I also met up with my siztahzoul... after months and months and moooooonths. God I miss her. I hardly watch her tv show, and when I do... I just end up laughing. So we made tambay in Starbucks where we just talked and talked about how boys are just soooo full of IT. And how we girls have to deal with that IT. Haha. Gosh, my soul sistah has grown up. There goes another one of the former innocents. She had so many shocking revelations... we ended up almost choking on our coffee and caused a total scandal laughing our guts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shet. We're growing up! I keep forgetting. We even started talking about BABIES. Ew. I know right? Already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06436.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also FINALLY met popular Jasper. Good guy. I think he found me funny. Every single word that popped out of my mouth... he laughed. hm. weird. I don't like his name though. Jasper. It's soooo.... uh.... I dunno.... it just rhymes with Casper... and that's so gay. haha. ok ok... i'll shush na. Eeeee kasi... why name your child Jasper? Hay nako. Sarap asarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I thought was the worst Valentines day ever... turned out to be pretty okay actually. why... i cant say just yet. But things are looking up... and hm.... maybe maybe. I MISSED YOU damnit. I'm glad you popped up again in my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while we're on the topic of V Day, can I just say that I hate it? Yesterday morning I purposely made myself late for class just so I wouldn't get to experience V Day fever by my lonesome. It's not that I get terribly insecure or jealous when I see other girls with flowers, chocolates, cakes, balloons blah blah and I don't have a significant other... it's just that EVERYONE makes such a big deal over it you know? I mean, why wait for Feb 14 to profess your love? Bah it sucks. Yesterday there was traffic pa in Katipunan... and for what? Just because it was V Day? Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it though, I've never had a boyfriend who lasted till Valentines day. So you know how girlfriends always anticipate Valentine surprises? I so can't relate. Haha. I'll stop blabbing na before I start wailing "woe is meeeee woe is meeee."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-114000021794206650?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114000021794206650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/114000021794206650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/na-tinuruan-mo-ang-puso-ko-na-umibig.html' title='&quot;na tinuruan mo ang puso ko na umibig ng tunay&quot;'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113982010357012801</id><published>2006-02-13T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:24.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga kumakalat na balita.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;UP FAIR 2006 (SUNKEN GARDEN) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no excuses. punta kayo! ;) should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY 13: MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;06:00 No Fairmit, No Rally&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Sugarfree, Kitchie Nadal, Brownman&lt;br /&gt;Revival, Radioactive Sago Project, Giniling&lt;br /&gt;Festival, Up Dharma Down, Stonefree, Indio Eye,&lt;br /&gt;Reggae Mistress, Lokal Grounation, Mobster Manila,&lt;br /&gt;Opressed, Woodland, Humble Sauce, Nail Polish,&lt;br /&gt;Dayhike, Soapdish, Cheese, Greyhoundz, Kapatid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY 14: TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;06:00 Love is in the Air: No Fairmit, No Rally&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Orange and Lemons, Moonstar88,&lt;br /&gt;Kamikazee, Blue Ketchup, Hale, Sugarfree, Brownman&lt;br /&gt;Revival, Imago, 6CycleMind, Pedicab, Itchyworms,&lt;br /&gt;Giniling Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY 15: WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;06:00 POP-fiesta: No Fairmit, No Rally&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Cheese, Kamikazee, Moonstar 88, Parokya&lt;br /&gt;ni Edgar, Brownman Revival, Kjwan, Queso, 18th&lt;br /&gt;issue, The Youth, Mayonnaise, Itchyworms,&lt;br /&gt;Soapdish, Typecast, Valley of Chrome, Agape,&lt;br /&gt;Kampai, Aizo, Tsuper Trios,&lt;br /&gt;Balaraw ni Miguel, Nimb, Naima, Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Valentine, Cashmere, Concrete Sam, Tio Pilo, Candy&lt;br /&gt;Audio Line, Tether, Apollo Creed, Guilty by Cause,&lt;br /&gt;Dystopia, Monkshood, Giniling Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY 16: THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;06:00 Sisfire4: No Fairmit, No Rally&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Bamboo, Hale, Cueshe, Spongecola,&lt;br /&gt;Kitchie Nadal, Barbie Almabis, Cheese, Sugarfree,&lt;br /&gt;6 Cycle Mind, Dicta License, Pupil, Kwjan,&lt;br /&gt;Mojofly, Callalily, Milk N' Honey, Protein Shake,&lt;br /&gt;Blue Ketchup, The Brew, Aizo, Butterfiner,&lt;br /&gt;K8screw, Blazing Bulalakaw, Los Chupacabras,&lt;br /&gt;Delayed, Blistrata, The Brockas, Lady Bedspacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY 17: FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;06:00 SchizoFAIRnia II: No Fairmit, No Rally&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Parokya ni Edgar, Bamboo, Kitchie Nadal,&lt;br /&gt;Hale and Rivermaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY 18: SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;06:00 CPR: Calibrated Pinoy Rock&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Matilda, Kamikaze, Karatula, The Jerks,&lt;br /&gt;Imago, Brownman Revival, Machinegun, Giniling&lt;br /&gt;Festival, Radio Active Sago Project, Datus Tribe,&lt;br /&gt;Juan Dela Cruz Band, Kiko Machine, Parokya ni&lt;br /&gt;Edgar, The Wuds, Up Dharma Down, UP Underground&lt;br /&gt;Music Community Bands, UP Music Circle Bands,&lt;br /&gt;College of Fine Arts Bands, College&lt;br /&gt;of Music Bands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113982010357012801?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113982010357012801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113982010357012801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113982010357012801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113982010357012801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/mga-kumakalat-na-balita.html' title='mga kumakalat na balita.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113967040753259894</id><published>2006-02-11T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:23.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is an imelda moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 197px; height: 263px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/22957013932016l.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/22957121947914l.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww shit. I miss my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we really get down to it, she really is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her cos she's mad.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we have the same speaking voice over the phone that never fails to fool the rents.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she was my first Starbucks partner.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she gives me her MANGO clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she lets me get away with stuff I'd normally get into trouble for.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she's the only one who can insult me, and get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can insult her back without the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she gets all my jokes, and I have taught her well.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we have the same taste in almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she can cook and I can't. And she never lets me FORGET IT.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she's the only one who can understand why we're obsessed with IMELDA.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we both once caught Jo picking his nose, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; him open his fist to behold the snot. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos she's wearing my shirt, my necklace and my Promod jacket in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos she's such a katoon love and she's the only one who understands what that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113967040753259894?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113967040753259894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113967040753259894' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113967040753259894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113967040753259894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-imelda-moment.html' title='this is an imelda moment.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113950416124539215</id><published>2006-02-10T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:23.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;p</title><content type='html'>I saw T*** in school today. It's a sign I tell you! It's a sign! He goes to the tiger university, and it's been two years since I first met him, (and last saw him). So what are the chances that he just happens to be making tambay in UP, and I happen to be in the vicinity? ;p Ooooh I love signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's soooo cuute, and I almost fainted right then and there when our eyes met. We had a moment! aaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH! And it lasted for 10 seconds! (I counted I swear!) =p We both opened our mouths to say something, but then hesitated, and then..... that was it. How torpe can we both get right? It actually just occurred to me that he was T*** when I was already walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaah! He's sooo hot. I can go on forever how hot he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bump into Don after, and I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hey, I just saw T***. I have a crush on him! Diba you guys used to be high school classmates?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of all things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DID NOT&lt;/span&gt; expect to hear... Don goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Ah yun? Bakla daw yun eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5 second pause. somebody please hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Wehhhh? Talaga? Seryoso? KAINIS KA! Baka sinisiraan mo lang ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Rumor lang yun. Pero I heard na he just came out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams were shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathe sexual confusions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113950416124539215?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113950416124539215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113950416124539215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113950416124539215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113950416124539215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/p.html' title=';p'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113933816904106939</id><published>2006-02-08T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:23.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one size fits all.</title><content type='html'>I missed half of my younger years, because I never actually got to play with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/07022006005.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/07022006004.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ahh lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how kids snoop around their parents' stuff, find a box of condoms, and play with them because they aren't quite sure what condoms are for? Cosmo's Feb issue had a free sample of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Premium&lt;/span&gt; dotted strawberry flavored one, and since I've never actually "touched" one... (like hello? female female. conservative conservative. (???)).... I spent a glorious 15 minutes stretching it out with my fingers, and blowing a balloon out of it. Haha. Yes, I'm verrrrry strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it tore and was no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness... it's sticky ah! I didn't know THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of stuff are gonna be happening this month and I'm SUPERRRR excited! NOT counting the day of mush, with them hearts, cupids, cakes, chocolates and flowers. (Valentine? Schmalentine!) blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the UP fair... which I plan on attending&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; almost &lt;/span&gt;every night until it ends. ;) Kita kits mga friends! Punta kayo ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CALAPAN MINDORO/ Puerto Galera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 412px; height: 351px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/22525884.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's required for our class. ;) So.... yahoo! I get a grade for being on a beach? Very very very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT wait to camwhore! Haha. Where there's a beach, my vanity just goes into this entire new level. ;) I'm bringing Cheeky too, because I love her faggot ass and Juicy wants her to get buzzed on the Mindoro sling thingamajig. Haha. Yet another alcohol session with people who act reaaaaally stupid when drunk. This should be interesting. When my friends get drunk, you'll witness the strangest scenes. Murder threats, stranglings, strip teases, modelling down a straight line, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/IMG_1703.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll bring a bottle of tequila too. just. for. fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113933816904106939?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113933816904106939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113933816904106939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113933816904106939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113933816904106939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-size-fits-all.html' title='one size fits all.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113919765781976613</id><published>2006-02-06T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:23.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap! My recent-est posts disappeared into the sh*thole I call cyberspace. Bah humbug!I shall blog about the night of blowjob shots, screaming orgasms, tequila sunrises, pina coladas, and the hot hunk who we wished was on the menu instead.... some other time when I'm feeling not so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to greet the nigga man a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; HAPPY (*GASP!*) TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06604.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Here's to faggot conversations about hookers, and Japanese schoolgirl fantasies. ;p&lt;br /&gt;*For never being able to keep a secret. (haha. okay okay. ONCE!)&lt;br /&gt;*For driving me home all the way down south, only to go back all the way up north.&lt;br /&gt;*For stealing a 100 fils from my bag waaaay back in grade school.&lt;br /&gt;*For having such a huge "protruding' African ass I'd always tease you about.&lt;br /&gt;*For never getting on my nerves unlike 'some' of your friends. ;p&lt;br /&gt;*For being the only one to call me "Maria" and get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck Twumyboy! Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Happy birthday. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113919765781976613?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113919765781976613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113919765781976613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/crap-my-recent-est-posts-disappeared.html' title=''/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113881403650763040</id><published>2006-02-02T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:23.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/fwotg9.png" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mood- sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Music- Empty streets, Late Night Alumni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UP Film Center is known for showing controversial erotic films every now and then. (Today they're showing "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Fruit is Swelling&lt;/span&gt;!") I swear... sex sells like isaw in UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to school to watch a film with Boobie lovey, entitled "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ora Pro Nobis&lt;/span&gt;." It was required for both our classes, and as usual, being the faggots that we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder what language the film will be in. Hmmm.... Orapronobis.... I hope the prono means porn&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onga noh. Haha. Sana. Sana&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 151px; height: 198px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/01022006013.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i look so dorky. haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a porno film. (sayang! hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... it was brilliant nevertheless. A real Filipino movie with substance. Now, those are the kind of films I like. Films about stuff that could happen, or in this case, HAVE happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the theater, and it was like, my world was not the same anymore. It was THAT disturbing!I cried buckets when Gina Alajar was raped in front of her 6 year old son. When her son was shot in the head. When Philip held his son's body... Basta. The movie made me realize alot of things. Like how my friends and I always have something mundane to complain about- like boyfriends, tv programs, deadlines, schoolwork.... People back in the day on the other hand, feared for their lives. They were arrested and put to death without warning. Taken away in the middle of the night, and never heard from or found again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole new layer of respect for activists. I really do. Lino Brocka rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113881403650763040?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113881403650763040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113881403650763040' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113881403650763040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113881403650763040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/secks.html' title='secks.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113863878288698000</id><published>2006-01-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:23.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vida mia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/738141.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mood- busy busy&lt;br /&gt;Music- "Serve chilled", Bonobo&lt;br /&gt;Reading- "The Summons", John Grisham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the week I've dreaded for ages. I've got loads of exams coming up. Papers to write. Reports to prepare for. Usual college crap. I'm loving it though. I just like being busy. (For now, anyway. This mindset MAY change). But for the moment, I like looking at my planner, and seeing all the things I have to do, scribbled in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm busy, I feel important. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures of today and yesterday. I wasted a Starbz coupon. syet. And nobody cared to remind me to bring my planner! My face looks so big in the first pic. =p Rubybooby and I naman look so retarded in the second one. Haha. I love you Bumbum,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/30012006017.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/29012006004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I found a lovely place in UP where I can spend my insanely long 5 hour breaks. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;ISSI&lt;/span&gt;!!! =) They have this lovely cafe on the third floor with couches, good music, and okay food... so I can order, study, and sleep. Haha. Today, time just went by in a flash. I love UP. There's just sooo many choices. There's always stuff happening. New people. New places. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/30012006012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)font-size:180%;" &gt;BIG WELCOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Erin&lt;/span&gt; to the blog world! I loooove how I hold so much influence on people. Harharhee. I miss you. Haha. Remember them margaritas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 358px" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my ex texted. (No. Not THAT ex. The OTHER one). I swear, I seriously don't know why I ever liked him! Let alone love. That faggot. One of the world's biggest jerks. And he had the nerve to say what he said that night!!!! RAWWWWWRRRR! He's got bs on the brain he has. I learnt something from him though, so his communicating with me was not a total loss. You can &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; learn something from ex psycho boyfriends I just realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the girls- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;never allow a man to make you feel less than what you're worth. Never make him your everything. Cos, in the end, you've got nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang. *baw*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113863878288698000?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113863878288698000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113863878288698000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/vida-mia.html' title='vida mia.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113842921256926183</id><published>2006-01-28T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:22.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by the claudzki. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...The basic rules: The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.Need to mention the sex of the target.Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt;: straight males. no bi-sexuals. i want em straight through and through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My 8 simple rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Has to be intelligent. He's doesn't have to be an Einstein or anything. I just want someone I can have a decent conversation with, and learn something new while at it. In other words, I don't want someone who talks about sex, breasts, and cars all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Has to possess a great sense of humor. He has to know how/what makes me laugh. This is non-negotiable, cos laughter has to be one of my daily essentials. If none of his hirits/ jokes work for me at all, sorry mates, there goes all hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Has to have a presentable sense of style. Them boys with fake bling blings, oversized jerseys, barok nigga accents are a MAJOR no no. I wouldn't want to be embarrassed all the time when seen with him... if you know what I mean. ;p (This is a matter of personal preference. Don't judge me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Has to have ambition in life. It's such a cliche, but it's true. If he isn't driven to achieve something in his life, how much more when it comes to maintaining a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Must treat his Mom and/or sisters well... Isn't there a saying that how a guy treats the women in his family is how he'll treat you too? Therefore, show me some R-E-S-P-E-C-T boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Must be my best friend. The type I can be crazy with, laugh hysterically with, etc etc. Someone I can be myself with basically. I shouldn't feel the need to impress him in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Stick-to-one kinda guy. Who needs a player? You either love me well... or leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Physically, (!!!) (I hope you didn't think I'd leave&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; out did you?) I'd want him to be taller than me, even when I'm in heels. He has to look and smell mabango, annnnd as much as possible, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; have to look prettier than him! Haha. Who needs competition I daresay! ;p Seriously though, I don't really care much if he's no Brad Pitt. Basta't love ko! NAKS!!! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapit na Valentines mga friends! Syet. This has just reminded me AGAIN.. that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm fucking single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who reads this. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113842921256926183?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113842921256926183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113842921256926183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113842921256926183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113842921256926183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagged-by-claudzki.html' title='tagged by the claudzki. =)'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113820114070207643</id><published>2006-01-25T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:22.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no medicine beats laughing. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 92px; height: 104px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/24012006022.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mood- hysterically happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Music- Halo by Oleander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; is my new addiction. Haha. Well, the auditions anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No wonder psychologists and psychiatrists are so patok na patok sa US. Look at the majority of people who audition. Most of them are nuts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha right on. =) I honestly feel sorry for ALOT of the people who audition just to get a shot at stardom. Most of them are such weirdos (!!!) I'm embarrassed to just sit there and watch them! But hey, the more wackos the better. More reason to watch. More reason to love the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are looking for even more reasons to laugh, DO DO DO DO download &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Russell Peters standup comedy videos&lt;/span&gt;. (The file should say something like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Comedy Now- Russell Peters- Complete"&lt;/span&gt;) I never had a thing for standup comedy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNTIL&lt;/span&gt; this guy. He is sooo fuckin' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HILARIOUS&lt;/span&gt;, I was literally jumping up and down, and laughing in tears! The guy is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO FUNNY&lt;/span&gt;... I totally woke up the entire neighborhood with my hysterical laughter! (Actually guffaw is more like it) He is the shiznit!!! I downloaded his other videos like crazy, and I often find myself laughing alone just remembering him.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I LOVE HIM!!! Absofuckinlutely WICKED!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Erin&lt;/span&gt;!!! My darling, love of my life. YOU MUST download &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT video&lt;/span&gt;! You will adore me for the rest of your life! I was missing you the whole time while I was laughing my guts out! *Miaoow!* Hahahahaha. ;p You can sooo relate I'm sure. It's full of accents!!! Oh... and I have to schedule a chat session with you on MSN. I have to show you something! ;) Message me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and this is kinda late.. but I had to post it nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw an interview between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mario Lopez&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manny Pacquiao&lt;/span&gt;, which left me totally.... uhm.... shocked/ speechless??? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lopez&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So Manny, what was the difference between this and the first fight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(after giving it 30 seconds of deep thought):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;In this fight, I knock him out in the 10th round and I win."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(claps hands)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shyet Pacman! Kung hindi ka lang nag champion, baradong barado ka sakin! Tang*na! Mahal na mahal kita! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;On a different note- Merci beaucoup for the messages (concerning my last melodramatic blogpost) through friendster, ym, etc etc. I didn't know ALL you guys read my blog STILL! You silent sneaks! Haha. Utterly bored with our lives are we? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm A-OK. That depressed feeling lasted for 10 minutes tops, and I was too lazy to delete the post. Heh. No worries. I haven't started tearing my hair, nor have I shaved my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mushy moment*... you guys are the greatest!&lt;br /&gt;I. feel. so. loved.&lt;br /&gt;awwww..... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I added new links to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Reese Recommends"&lt;/span&gt; section on the left. Do take the time and visit sites like hollywoodrag.com =) saya! Stalking Hollywood stars is my new thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113820114070207643?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113820114070207643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113820114070207643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113820114070207643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113820114070207643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-medicine-beats-laughing-d.html' title='no medicine beats laughing. =D'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113803454879668151</id><published>2006-01-24T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:22.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>='(</title><content type='html'>My heart broke into a million pieces today. I had it coming though, and I knew it all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was bound to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know it was going to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayym. I didn't expect I'd feel this awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113803454879668151?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113803454879668151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113803454879668151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_24.html' title='=&apos;('/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113791715775203992</id><published>2006-01-22T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:22.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>check out my priorities.</title><content type='html'>No matter how much work I have listed down in my planner for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I JUST HAD TO WATCH THE MATCH BETWEEN PACQUIAO vs MORALES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 177px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/PacMorII_Main_German.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. I was sweating in excitement! Haha. gross. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swearing like anything! As in... sobrang feel na feel ko talaga! Ibang klase talaga si Pacman! The best part was... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FUCKING KNEW HE WAS GONNA WIN!&lt;/span&gt; Haha. My Dad kasi ruined it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Make pustahan with your friends that Pacman's gonna win."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Uh Dad... I'm watching alone. Everyone else is asleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eitherway, bad bad bad Daddy. You're teaching me to bet na ah!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That faggot Morales is such a faggot. Haha. His career is over. Mark my words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El terrible my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made us proud Pacman! Mabuhay ka! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really should take up boxing as a sport... in addition to my wallclimbing. And come Monday, I WILL/ SHOULD/ MUST start working out everyday again like I used to. I only worked out for three days this week, and pigged out the rest. I wanna be all bikini worthy by the time summer rolls in. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113791715775203992?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113791715775203992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113791715775203992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113791715775203992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113791715775203992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/check-out-my-priorities.html' title='check out my priorities.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113778399306359588</id><published>2006-01-21T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:22.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doggie fart gladdens my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 207px; height: 110px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/2070649927746l.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the reason why I like hiding behind shades all the time is cos I'm so transparent. People take one look at me, and they immediately can tell if there's something wrong. =p If eyes are the windows to the soul, at least I've got my shades during the day. No need to fess up on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I wouldn't be thought of as an extacy user, I'd wear them in the evening too.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at night... when I'm feeling blue... there's alcohol. Alcohol and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou krebbz for the vodkas. the pizza. and the wonderful company. For knowing that it only takes a couple of drinks to get me to start yakking...for making me ten pounds heavier tonight... And for making sure that I get home safely. ;) Tang*na! Mahal kita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- oh oh oh happy happy birthday to Bevy Vhakla. The gayest girlfriend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113778399306359588?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113778399306359588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113778399306359588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113778399306359588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113778399306359588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/doggie-fart-gladdens-my-heart.html' title='doggie fart gladdens my heart'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113766403006260051</id><published>2006-01-19T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:22.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a stalker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone keeps bugging me through text. Claiming that he knows me, and knows where I hang out. Says he even follows me around! Then he keeps asking whether I have a boyfriend!!! (we all know the answer to THAT don't we?) Anyway.... I ignored him for awhile, since Mr Stalker won't tell me who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I got real pissed today though. I just came from a (let's just say) unconventional ACLE, and when I got to the car, he texted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Papansin ka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WTF!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113766403006260051?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113766403006260051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113766403006260051' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113766403006260051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113766403006260051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/scary-shit.html' title='scary shit.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113752502587053777</id><published>2006-01-18T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:21.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gay flicks suck the balls out of all gay flicks.</title><content type='html'>I just watched "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Don't Give up on Us&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Judy Ann- Please never (and I mean EVER) attempt to do a steamy scene. As in EVER. You are a wonderful actress... but sexy scenes with you in it is as disastrous to your career as Piolo's faggot orgy scandal. Hindi. bagay. Waste of film pa. Haaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna swear off local films for awhile. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Moon&lt;/span&gt;" was a disaster as well, and I can't believe it won best festival picture for the MMFF! Honestly, what the fuck is up with corny story lines? Fantasy films? No bloody wonder the local film industry is in jeopardy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113752502587053777?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113752502587053777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113752502587053777' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113752502587053777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113752502587053777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/gay-flicks-suck-balls-out-of-all-gay.html' title='gay flicks suck the balls out of all gay flicks.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113715997709877478</id><published>2006-01-13T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:21.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can this be love?</title><content type='html'>I love my girlfriends! I love bonding in ladies' rooms, while listening to the newest goss, and the latest love dramas going on in their lives. Today, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A wails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I CAN'T BREAK UP WITH MY BOYFRIEND!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I CAN'T LOSE HIM!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NO OTHER GUY COMPARES!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person B says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"awwwww.... it can't be THAT bad. But after everything's that's happened, why would you want to be with him still?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH SINO NANG MAGIGING DRIVER KO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINO NANG MAGBIBITBIT NG BAG KO?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys. Now you know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to read books again. Just finished 'Catcher in the Rye" after months of such unforgivable delay. I liked it. It was funny as hell. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I managed to get my hands on a bunch of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hed Kandi&lt;/span&gt; albums. That's 6 albums. 12 cds in all. Now I just want the Back 2 Love album, and I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hed Kandi is luuurve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's like a drug. I'm hooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&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/9269510-113715997709877478?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113715997709877478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113715997709877478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113715997709877478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113715997709877478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/can-this-be-love.html' title='can this be love?'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113702057428565365</id><published>2006-01-12T06:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:21.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh pare ko.... meron akong problema.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mood- better. (I've been able to SLEEP!)&lt;br /&gt;Music- Pare Ko (Eraserheads)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kung kailan ka naging seryoso, tsaka ka niya gagaguhin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh! Diyos ko! Ano ba naman itoh? DIBA? TANGINA! Nagmukha akong tanga! Pinaasa niya lang akoh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lecheng pag-ibig toh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ultimate car song. I loooove singing the TANGINA part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week has been mad. And I've realized that I have to stop feeling sorry and getting stressed out over stuff that's been going wrong. I've got tons of work piled up for the coming weeks... and a HUGE field trip next month. My New Year didn't have a good start... but well, I've still got other things to keep me busy, and stuff to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short... Life isn't THAAAAT bad. I've just been having a horrible attitude towards everything. And that, I've realized, is something that I must stop doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- To you. Thankyou for the friendster messages. And for taking the time to read my blog! Haha. Even though you find the cheese sooo baduy sometimes. Still, thankyou for being there for me. For making me remember that "the malls in London ah much biggah..." and how I STILL have people like you to make me smile despite everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 247px; height: 186px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/11012006034.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&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/9269510-113702057428565365?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113702057428565365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113702057428565365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-pare-ko-meron-akong-problema.html' title='Oh pare ko.... meron akong problema.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113673432753741706</id><published>2006-01-08T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:21.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go to Narnia!</title><content type='html'>I love it I love it I love it! Do do watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/narniaposter.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Harry Potter 4&lt;/span&gt; look like a mere video release! It was a good thing that I haven't read the book yet, or I wouldn't be hanging off the edge of my seat in anticipation, like I was earlier. Debbie and me literally sprinted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Gateway&lt;/span&gt; so we wouldn't miss the first few minutes of the movie. It was awesome! Brilliant! In every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have a crush on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Aslan&lt;/span&gt; the lion. Haha. I'm weird like that. My last unconventional crush was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lion King&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt; the rat from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rats of Nimh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;admit me to the nearest mental hospital. why don't you? *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't wait for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/span&gt; to be released! People who've watched it say it's much better than the book! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- Dear Ruby Booby of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf Gossip Circle&lt;/span&gt; was missing tonight. We missed you! Sayang ticket mo girl! Jay-ar suggested that we give your ticket back to you with a message that says&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- "Wish you were there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well said. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113673432753741706?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113673432753741706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113673432753741706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113673432753741706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113673432753741706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-want-to-go-to-narnia.html' title='I want to go to Narnia!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113655759332260612</id><published>2006-01-06T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:21.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>I packed my sister's phone charger into my bag by accident, and only realized my booboo while the plane was hovering somewhere above the Bay of Bengal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pure genius. i am.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Katoonlove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night was crap. I became all sappy and I bloody cried. I miss them already. It doesn't help too, that come Monday, my lazy bum couch potato days are over, and I'll be drowning in work work work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipdidoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's a girl to do to cheer herself up just a little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she decides to visit the liquor section in Duty Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/06012006001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;One tequila. two tequila. three tequila. floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just could not resist. ;) I stood in front of the shelf for 15 minutes just staring at it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so tired. Even though I slept through most of my flight... I'm pooped. I feel so gross and I don't feel like facing the world just yet. Thank God it's a Friday. I've got two days to recuperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I forget, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/3780941372364m.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one of my best friends in the whole wide world! Crazy memories! Haha. She got a wedding proposal from a guy a while back, who said that he wanted to marry her because she was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"most UNCORRUPTED girl"&lt;/span&gt; he had ever met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's something you don't hear everyday. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Lochie. Loads of luck to your Singapore uni application! I hope you get in!!I'll be expecting you to drop by Philly soon!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113655759332260612?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113655759332260612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113655759332260612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113655759332260612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113655759332260612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-whos-back.html' title='guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113638240049684315</id><published>2006-01-04T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:21.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bags aren't packed. im not ready to go.</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for Manila tomorrow. *big sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I used to have something to look forward to when I'd get back, but lately.... I'm not so sure. I'll find out soon I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel rang me up today. Said that he was gonna drop by to say bye. (Such a sweetie isn't he?) Asked if I wanted to party tonight as well, since I couldn't hit the bars and clubs the previous night. Unfortunately, I'll be out with the fam, soooo... argh! This leaving thing is total b.s. Just when all my friends are coming together, I have to leave. So much to do. So many places to go. So many people to see. And it just about broke my heart when Mom and Dad were saying that next year, I might not be able to visit. =( Boring as this island may be, it will forever be the place I'll call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you my winter wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;******edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss you. i really really really do. life is a shame, and i regret so many things because i wasnt able to hang out and be with you.. im sorry. i miss you so much. more than you could possibly imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113638240049684315?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113638240049684315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113638240049684315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113638240049684315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113638240049684315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-bags-arent-packed-im-not-ready-to.html' title='my bags aren&apos;t packed. im not ready to go.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113629041615452540</id><published>2006-01-03T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:20.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high school reunions are crazy fun!</title><content type='html'>I miss these people! Every year we meet up, it's amazing that even through the thick American/ British/ Canadian accents they've developed...thanks to uni.... they're still bonkers! Last night we had such mad fun. Wish the others were here. Like Yas, Amz, Sam, Ghuloom, Ameera, etc... It would have been much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06574.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess who's back from Maryland land? The Iota Theta bullshit frat dude!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Twumy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I haven't seen him in ages, but the byotch is still the same. Still teasin the hell out of me, with a brand new nigga accent! Haha. He had so many stories to tell, the one where he got mugged by "some black guy" being my favorite. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"From then on you know, I started looking out for black guys. And I started discriminatin against my own people!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha... Niggas are mad hilarious! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I better watch what I blog about. I had NO idea that I had silent readers... Argh! They sooo killed me for all those senti blog posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="278" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06577.jpg" width="533" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 448px; HEIGHT: 467px" height="469" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06572.jpg" width="558" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more fact about Mista nigga man Apau- He's actually a prince of a primitive tribe in &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ghana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We had loads of fun over that one... and were like, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Dude, do your people still hunt for their food?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. we're mad I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="407" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/02012006023.jpg" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came out too.... and through out the night, I found myself speaking like a guy, and being one of the boys! Those faggots did nothing the whole night but bitch about Russian hookers, and ugly ladies. Leave it to Jeff to add some of his flava into every supposedly wholesome conversation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Atif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is Marlboro country personified. And until tonight, I had no idea that he smoked! Haha. Such fun this guy. The ultimate dream boy of every girl back then. Such a sweetie too. He grew his hair now, straightened it, and became all metro sexual. I teased him about looking like Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06604.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From Seef, we shifted to A'ali, for some good sheesha! No place has better sheesha than THE home base dude! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all now study in different countries, and it's mad funny when other people find out that we grew up in the Middle East. People ALWAYS have just about the wrong impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Atif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;"My cousin's wife is American, and when we arrived at the airport from Bahrain, she put her hand on my shoulder and was like.... "Are. you. OKAY?""&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Twum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;"No shit. When my friends find out that I went to grade school and high school here, they go, "ARE. YOU.ALRIGHT? IS IT SAFE?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;"Linda said that when her aunt visited Bahrain from Ireland, she brought along a box of canned goods, since she thought we don't have SUPERMARKETS!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For some whacko reason, people usually think we keep camels as pets, make bombs in our backyard, that we go around looking like ninjas, keep guns, live in tents, have cactus plants in our gardens, etc etc..... It's funny as hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="294" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06605.jpg" width="446" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Myself and Michigan boy. Oohhh.... we just love picking on him. These faggots also love standing and walking next to me... just because I'm such a shorty and they feel super tall when they're with me. Riiiiight.... rub it in... why don't you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; HEIGHT: 428px" height="436" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06601.jpg" width="547" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The gay award goes to Jeff and Twum for their hot hot faggot love scene. Told ya we were bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 444px" height="444" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06599.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="619" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06584.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had no idea that sheesha could last for around 6 hours. We had apple...and kept on complaining about our sheesha after a few hits, just so that we could taste all the flavors for free! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 463px; HEIGHT: 461px" height="461" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/02012006030.jpg" width="526" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Twumyboy drove me home all the way to Budaiya land. On the way, we just smoked with the windows rolled down, laughed our guts out and reminisced about the good old times. I'll miss smooth Bahrain roads. Back in the Philippines, a road this wide is for six or seven cars. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'll miss these Russian hooker lovers. I'm partially this crazy because of their influence. Haha. Good thing we still keep in touch, despite being continents apart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p.s- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all what people talk about these days. Since he made "our" island his home, everyone's been raring to see him =) Good thing Bahrain's smaller than Quezon City. Celeb sightings aren't so hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113629041615452540?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113629041615452540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113629041615452540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113629041615452540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113629041615452540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/high-school-reunions-are-crazy-fun.html' title='high school reunions are crazy fun!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113541967901139422</id><published>2005-12-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:18.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy crazy week</title><content type='html'>pictures are the new words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Mom dragged us all out of bed for some yummy &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuddruckers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; breakfast, since she was too lazy to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="301" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06219.jpg" width="437" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, Debbie and her family drop by for breakfast too. So did Ton's Dad, and a whole bunch of people we were acquainted with. WOAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resto had these lovely huge mirrors all around... and there was this one mirror that had a really funny message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="384" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06226.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Fuddruckers mirror makes you always look beautiful.... EAT NOW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show how vanity can totally distract people from eating. =) Hehe. Good advice really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, me and my sister stopped by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Costa Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; next door for some of their new Chocolissimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06228.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="373" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06230.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bahrain mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Marina Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for one mega shopping spree!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="261" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06265.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="98" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06238.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 98px" height="98" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06273.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 96px" height="96" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06232.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 95px" height="130" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06266.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 98px" height="88" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06237.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 98px" height="112" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06233.jpg" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="93" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06234.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 85px" height="448" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC04446268.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 58px" height="44" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC09996241.jpg" width="336" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="376" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/55555.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shopping is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 454px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="428" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06279.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 138px" height="179" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC062847777.jpg" width="352" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this lovely brown jacket from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Promod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which cost 2000+ bucks if you convert it to peso. Also aviator shades from &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studio 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a gorgeous white bag. Maricon got this breathtaking little black dress that's just soooo sexy from &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peacock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, plus a pair of dark blue and red chucks. Gabby got a cute pair of yellow Chucks from &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giordano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too... and I'm so glad that she's a size 37, so we can share! One of the perks of having two sisters who have the same size as you is that we all share the same closet! We also did some shopping for the people we love. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I didn't know that &lt;strong&gt;Mischa Barton&lt;/strong&gt; endorsed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Accessorize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I love her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 442px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="392" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06270.jpg" width="442" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday... we headed to Seef to buy Debbie's gift... and did some shopping too at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Body Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ZARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I adore Mango's winter collection. And I'm so glad that despite my weight gain, I still fit in a size small! My Mom bought me this top that makes my boobs look big! Big boobs in a top are always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="165" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="130" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture055522.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Zara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And I got this lovely black cropped bolero, and a cropped hooded green jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="195" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl's gotta have bug eye shades for that extra star factor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spending Christmas hols here! My parents spoil me to death! I so so so so love them! It's so much fun to be a girl I tell you. As I'm typing this, I'm getting all giddy over the new stuff I have and the stuff I still plan to get. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My birthday's in a couple of hours... I hope more people spoil me. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p.s- I already have Maybelline's dream matte foundation and aviator shades. I still wouldn't mind new shades though. I can't get enough! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p.p.s- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ruby Booby!&lt;/span&gt; Post your wish list on your blog too! I miss you terribly Nilangga! =p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EDIT&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;more Christmas fashion loot!!! Oh.... and more BIG SHADES!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="428" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/DSC06447.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My new mantra is- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;MANGO everyday. Everyday okay!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;MANGO is true love. Merry Christmas all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113541967901139422?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113541967901139422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113541967901139422' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113541967901139422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113541967901139422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/crazy-crazy-week.html' title='crazy crazy week'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113514226715342976</id><published>2005-12-21T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:18.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids say the darndest things!</title><content type='html'>I can't get over the fact that my baby sister is 9 years old and is capable of sensible conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You know &lt;em&gt;Ate&lt;/em&gt;, I have never met a person like you my whole life. You don't want to go out because you have a PIMPLE? Hello? What's wrong with you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so weird how she likes asking questions about my love life. So I tell her about the boy who broke my heart, and joys of all joys, she gives him one verbal slap in the face for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh &lt;em&gt;Ate&lt;/em&gt;... That's too bad. But don't worry... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All boys are stupid anyway&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Right on! Kids will conquer the world I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh...while looking through my old pictures... I chanced upon my ickle self all of them 18 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="413" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/babyme01.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;she grew up to be a hot hot HOTTTTT chick she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*****************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p.s- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks HongKong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has a new drink out. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The Gingerbread Latte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm guessing it'll be a matter of time before this drink hits Philippine shores. But considering the fact that the drink was anything but delicious... then again, maybe not. It tasted NOTHING like gingerbread dude! It was pure &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;GINGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No bread. Nada. It tasted so spicy, kinda like beryani. So just in case this drink appears on your Starbz menu, (from the bottom of my concerned- for- your- wallet heart, i advise you) &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT ORDER it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;remember- you read it here first. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113514226715342976?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113514226715342976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113514226715342976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113514226715342976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113514226715342976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='kids say the darndest things!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113484999683282132</id><published>2005-12-18T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:18.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine land</title><content type='html'>I am now in my parents' house, where there's always yummy yummy food on the table, and in the fridge. =) While I'm typing this,I'm on the verge of finishing a HUUUGE roast beef burger, along with a whole plate of spaghetti. There's an apple pie and a sandwich waiting for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's 10:30 pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think, I had lasagne, beryani, grilled tomatoes, lambchops and chicken for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going paranoid! At the apartment, I normally only eat twice a day. Breakfast and what I call "linner." I'm usually done with my last meal before 6pm, give or take instances where I surrender to midnight binges and my housemates' occasional cheesecake cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom told me earlier, &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Omygod! You're so skinny. Your shoulders look like hangers. And you've got the tiniest build compared to your sisters."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note- I'm the eldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then taps me on the back and goes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Never mind. We'll fix it. Have a burger."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever thinks that McDonalds is the culprit for those extra pounds you gain in a month, is verrrry wrong. Living in a house like mine, works just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in the house where you can consume as much alcohol as you want, but where cigarrettes are strictly forbidden. Thought I could handle it, and I am trying my very best to. But my chest hurts, and I'm having difficulty breathing. I can't help thinking that I could die any moment because of smoking's withdrawal symptoms. My entire system's going mad I tell you. Every cell's screaming for nicotine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chants to self. &lt;em&gt;"it's all in the mind. it's all in the mind.."&lt;/em&gt;&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/9269510-113484999683282132?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113484999683282132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113484999683282132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113484999683282132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113484999683282132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/sunshine-land.html' title='sunshine land'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113457034874334105</id><published>2005-12-14T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:18.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want for christmas</title><content type='html'>To save myself from getting crappy presents that end up taking space in my cupboard (i.e- NEVER being used)... Here's my Christmas wish list for those who care. (&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;By the way, my BIRTHDAY falls on Christmas day&lt;/span&gt;) Be nice naman to me. I only get ONE present per person once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's free to dream, so let's start with the expensive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rubs hands. licks lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;iPod Nano&lt;/span&gt;. =) I already have a mini... but well, I WANT A NANO!!! It's so sleek and immaculate looking. I wouldn't mind an iPod video too though. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/ipn_hand_product.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A flash disk. My 512 MB one won't friggin' work with my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Shu Uemura&lt;/span&gt; Depsea Perfect Water-in cake Foundation. I tried it and it's muthafucking good! I will worship anyone who gets me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Palm Z22&lt;/span&gt;. Just because I'm into gadgets right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/photo_z22_overview.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A bag from &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Nine West&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;MANGO&lt;/span&gt;. Something big enough to fit all my stuff in for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Now with that done... here's my list for you cheap skates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) An alarm clock that has a SUPER POWER alarm! So I'll never get to miss an 8:30 am class EVER again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Aviator Shades. This is one gift I wouldn't mind getting loads of. I love love LOVE shades!!! Please get me one in any style, any color. As long as they're big. There's nothing like big shades to make you feel like a star I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/16493425849221l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Maybelline&lt;/span&gt;'s Dream Matte Mousse Foundation. Maybelline gel smooth foundation in sand will do too, BUT I want the Dream Matte one sooo badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/l29l51l52l222l401_main.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Cropped denim jacket. Any color, as long as it's not white or gray. (I fit perfectly in a size small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) White, black, or blue rubber flip flops with a wee bit of a heel for that extra height. If not the one from &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Havianas&lt;/span&gt; =), the pair from &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Kamiseta&lt;/span&gt; will do. I'm a size 37/ 7 by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) An already stuffed bean bag. Or a big floor pillow. Any color, but green would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) A diary that comes with a padlock or basta a lock. Like those things I used to keep in grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Anything from &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Penshoppe&lt;/span&gt;'s Dorm Gear collection, or inner wear tops from &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Bench_Body&lt;/span&gt;. (think camisoles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/tmb_YPJ6014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/tmb_YPJ6013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) A &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;University of the Philippines&lt;/span&gt; jacket in my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) A white halter bikini. Or a candy colored one that looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/NBWTempWeb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Board shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) A perfect white, fitted t-shirt. I can never get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Eleven Minutes&lt;/span&gt;" by Paolo Coelho. "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;The Valkyries&lt;/span&gt;" too, by the same author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/0062513346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/ElevenMinutes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;The Fashionista files: Adventures in Four Inch Heels and Faux Pas&lt;/span&gt;" by Karen Robinovitz and Melissa De La Cruz. (It's available daw in Powerbooks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 331px" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/7876436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) A big fashion belt that goes with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) A cologne set. I don't care much for brands, just make sure that they all smell like "bagong ligo." And not all flowery. *gag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Hoop earrings. Big ones... but not TOO BIG. In silver or white gold. Pwede rin yung made out of surgical steel. I'm not THAT picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Lindt&lt;/span&gt; chocolates with pistachios. I also like &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Guylian&lt;/span&gt; chocolates. =) I also adore apple pie cookies, coffee crumble ice cream, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and Jack's Loft blueberry cheesecake. Give me any of these, and I'm one happy, fat kid who'll love you for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) A whole bunch of blue and black ballpens. I keep on losing my pens kasi. No particular brand. I just don't want the kind that makes your hands go all inky when you write. Throw in a stapler too. I need one. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Oil paint. The type that comes in a box of tubes. I wanna go back to my artistic self and hold a brush again. No specific brand. Mura lang yun ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) The latest &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Hed Kandi&lt;/span&gt; album. As much as possible... yung original. =) Pero kung hindi, ok lang rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;New Pink CREAM SILK&lt;/span&gt;. I love that stuff. NOTE: LOVE IT... BUT I DON'T WANT IT FOR CHRISTMAS!!! If you're totally out of ideas... you can still get me this though... but a five month supply of conditioner! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(im editing this because it's extremely popular with my kuripot friends). They take advantage of your kababawan I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Annnnnd since I don't have a boyfriend who would've been a great substitute... (Bitter nga ba?) I'd appreciate a small pillow to hug, lean on, during loooong bus rides or trips out of town. Worn out na si Debbie sa pagiging "pillow" ko eh! Hahahaha. iloveyou bum bum webbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Titos and titas' safest bet with me is money. =) I always appreciate cash. So to my kinakapatids... tell your folks THAT. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Or you can always treat me to a cup of coffee anywhere, give me flowers, or write me a cheesy card and make bola about how I'm such a good friend yada yada yada. Or..... take me boxing or wall climbing with you. Sagot mo nga lang yung fee. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? i'm not a hard person to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Will be leaving the country on Friday (16th). Friendster message me, comment, email, whatever... and tell me what you guys want for pasalubong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113457034874334105?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113457034874334105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113457034874334105' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113457034874334105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113457034874334105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='all i want for christmas'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113443382308758739</id><published>2005-12-13T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:17.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all that glitters</title><content type='html'>I spent 6 hours in Starbucks last night and stuffed myself silly with three drinks for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture200006.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now swearing off Starbucks for awhile and going back to my Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf addicted self. That friggin' planner cost me 2000+ bucks worth of coffee! And I ordered everything with whipped cream!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*am feeling really really really fat right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113443382308758739?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113443382308758739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113443382308758739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113443382308758739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113443382308758739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-that-glitters.html' title='all that glitters'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113431058097220966</id><published>2005-12-11T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:17.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKBAKAN NA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 263px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Pictureoo202.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 423px; height: 317px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture201.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;That's Josh's hand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;URCC vii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; held at the Araneta Coliseum. My first time in a strictly all men's world. My wallet bled cause the tickets were effing expensiv-o. Still, every peso was worth it- what with all the eye candy! =) Cosmo centerfold models were everywhere! I think I spent more time looking around at the audience than at the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music rocked too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh oh... and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was my "date" for the night&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 486px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture203.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The boy who breaks hearts left and right....&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sigh now...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Envy me Envy me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night... Ring fights. Bets. A rock concert. Boys everywhere. Starbucks. Alcohol. annnnnd looong talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said... my wallet bled. But it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahboi... it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way..... we're JUST friends.... so make no mistake with your akalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. showwwwbizzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113431058097220966?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113431058097220966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113431058097220966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113431058097220966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113431058097220966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/bakbakan-na.html' title='BAKBAKAN NA!!!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113403109737556999</id><published>2005-12-08T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:17.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one thing</title><content type='html'>I'm happier now. Bilis!!! Strange how it had to take what happened last night to make me feel better. Still, I'm not banking on it. I've become to be a bit pessimistic about the future, so... well... I'll leave things as they are... and not hope for too much... lest I get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- my ex suddenly ym-ed me today. he makes my blood boil... and I was just plain mean to him. I can be such a bitch sometimes, but only with good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the disappearing act resumes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113403109737556999?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113403109737556999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113403109737556999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113403109737556999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113403109737556999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-one-thing.html' title='Just one thing'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113394623902884140</id><published>2005-12-07T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:17.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/ava_nanabw34.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood- horrible&lt;br /&gt;Music- Vendetta Red cried Rape on their date with destiny (Vendetta Red)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been diagnosed with both unipolar AND manic depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't been going well, and yesterday was the limit. I'm in deep shit, and I only have a 50/50 percent chance of getting my ass out of my own mess. I LOATHE that prof!!! He just won't lighten up and he's out to make my life hell. Bah bah bah!!! After what he did, I have come to the conclusion that he did not have a life when he was in college! I hate him I hate him I hate him! I can just launch into an entire litany of all the swear words I can think of to describe him! I am thisclose to totally losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll go to hell he will. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Symptoms&lt;/span&gt;- The feeling of sadness does not go away* you don't feel like doing alot of things you used to like to do* little things make you lose your temper* your sleep pattern changes- you start sleeping alot more* your eating habits change- you've lost your appetitie* you feel restless and tired most of the time* you get irritated often* you have a negative attitude a lot of the time* it's hard to make up your mind* you forget lots of things, and and it's hard to concentrate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a drink with one of my good friends last night. It was good. I needed it. Something she said made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alam mo, bilib ako sayo. Maski na you're going through so much right now, you still keep on smiling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed because it was so ironic. But yeah, I STILL smile because I'd rather feel ugly than LOOK ugly. When you LOOK ugly, the whole world knows something is wrong... and that's one thing I do NOT want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been swearing alot too. Like when I drop something, when I'm stuck in traffic, when I'm late for class, when I'm in a looong queue, when my dsl ceases to serve its purpose, when I'm starving and there's no food in the larder.... little things. The other day, I shouted "Motherf*cker!!!* to no particular person in the corridor on my way to class cause I forgot my binder. And everyone just stared and all conversations stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. yeah. As you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe I'll disappear for awhile... and return when things are better and I feel all sunshine-ey again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113394623902884140?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113394623902884140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113394623902884140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113394623902884140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113394623902884140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113380761620363191</id><published>2005-12-06T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:17.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siiiiiiigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/a_gal_iconsJ.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mood- frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Music- Closing Time (Semisonic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was stalking friendster earlier, and joys of all joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My ex and his gf are getting married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, I'm far from bitter really. And puhleese... marriage is the LAST thing on my mind. Surprisingly, I'm sincerely happy for the both of them. DESPITE the fact that I was once fooled big time, accused of being a boyfriend stealer, and even received death threats through text. It was so long ago, and the girl and I are friends now... so all's cool between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me feel all sad though, is the fact that if other people can be happy, why can't I too? I'm sure I've been real good this year, and I deserve my share of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking too much? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with my guy cousin today. I haven't seen him in three years, and all we did during my five hour break was talk and talk. As usual, the minute we started talking about love and all that shit, he asked me the dreaded question most single girls hate being asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"SOOOOO....... do YOU have a boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*reese rolls eyes and begs the ground to just  swallow her up* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Uhm....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(looks at the floor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, No. I don't have a boyfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yeah right. YOU???? Whatever!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"REALLY! I don't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Talk to the hand. whatever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY IS THAT SO BLOODY HARD TO BELIEVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime a conversation comes to that, I always start to think maybe there's something seriously wrong with me. I get this mental picture of me turning into an old maid and advertising my lonely self at lovematch.com, going the desperate way and signing myself up for speed dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Is it MY fault that all the guys who are long term boyfriend material turn out to be total jerks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Is it MY fault that the others, are, well, NOT even boyfriend material?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why oh why are the good ones always taken?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the rest turn out to be gay?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the world. I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113380761620363191?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113380761620363191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113380761620363191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113380761620363191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113380761620363191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/siiiiiiigh.html' title='siiiiiiigh'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113361792427456997</id><published>2005-12-03T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:17.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaydom</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/270696.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mood- hyper&lt;br /&gt;Music- What I didn't know (Athenaeum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Starbucks planner race is on! And I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; 11 stickers short. I'm so jologs talaga. I always seem to want whatever's uso... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt; I promised myself I wouldn't spend on such useless things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been texting almost all the people I know- telling them that we should meet and catch up over some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starbucks coffee&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smart asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all saw straight through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"You haven't talked to me for over a year. Why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;? Gusto mo lang ng Starbucks stickers noh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im a user. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an abuser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a spoilt brat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a spend thrift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is sooo in the air. Makati was so crowded with people dashing in and out of malls for some Christmas shopping. Greenbelt looked so lovely with all those lights. All those Christmas trees. Green and red everywhere. Christmas songs playing on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only everything was this beautiful 365 days of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I FINALLY got my plane ticket! I am out of here on December 16 to be exact! I'm going home! Couldn't be happier I swear. Zara! Mango! Miss Selfridge! Applebee's! Fat city! Here I come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; "Just like Heaven"&lt;/span&gt; in Glorietta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 371px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/322444.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want love like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you just find yourself falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Reese Witherspoon&lt;/span&gt; more! I always seem to love stars who have the same names as myself. (Christina Aguilera, Christina Ricci, and now her). But really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; Reese can act. She's not exceptionally beautiful, but her beauty just grows on you. I love all her movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FINALLY got my tickets to the URCC vii!!!&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/9269510-113361792427456997?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113361792427456997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113361792427456997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113361792427456997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113361792427456997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/gaydom.html' title='gaydom'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113328758341764053</id><published>2005-11-30T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:17.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys will be boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/18lz.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mood- tired&lt;br /&gt;Music- Silhouette Serenade (Vendetta Red)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Episode 9 / Season 2 of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;! (My housemates and I are such fanatics- we download episode after episode as soon as it's available online. So, we're basically just a day behind the U.S) ;) very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOATHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; George! He just makes my blood boil to the nth degree I swear! He's got this stupid grin, and this psycho look going on. I haaaaate him... and after what I saw in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; episode, I have more reasons to love Bree Van de Kamp! That girl sooo rocks! I hope she gets an acting award. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/59.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so flabbergasted earlier when my crush in Archeo 2 sat right next to me and kept on talking to me!!! Aaaaaah! And I found out that he happens to be a basketball Varsity player, who just got in Team A! Meaning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he's gonna be playing for the UP Maroons next season!!!&lt;/span&gt; Yay!!! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; someone possibly slated to be future basketball royalty! VERY VERY COOL!!! He's hella tall too! 6 feet and 3 friggin inches! wooof woof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got positively KILIIIIIG when everyone was being partnered for this pair activity we had to do, and he was like,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Sana tayo na lang ang mag partner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this super epal girl sitting right next to us, and she kept on butting in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; conversation I swear! As in, he wasn't even talking to her and she was like, speaking for me! Raining on my parade... hmf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll go to hell, that girl. She was sooo hitting on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... she can go and suck on my toes, cos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basketball boy and I were partnered together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just so love it when I get what I want. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/49bo.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go MAROONS! =) &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/9269510-113328758341764053?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113328758341764053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113328758341764053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113328758341764053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113328758341764053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/boys-will-be-boys_30.html' title='boys will be boys'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113317617913609484</id><published>2005-11-28T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:16.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/88gg.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mood- whatever&lt;br /&gt;Music- Something about us (Daft Punk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate putting titles on my blog posts. I just never know what to put!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GUESS WHO COMMUTED ALL BY HERSELF FROM PANSOL, LAGUNA ALL THE FRIGGIN WAY TO MANILA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.am.the.greatest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wild party in some resort down south, I woke up and remembered that I needed to get something from UP Manila. So while most of the party animals were drunk and fast asleep, I didn't wait for any of the boys to wake up and drive me to the city. Now that's one independent woman for you. =) I'm so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party on the other hand, sucked. So yeah, I wasn't that crazy enough to stay. I just wasn't comfortable with the crowd, especially since I didn't know most of the people. Wasn't in the mood to mingle much either, and by the time I was in the mood, everyone was already wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also found people who are vainer than I am. The girls at the party were just soooo vain, they really really make you go, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ewwwww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.&lt;br /&gt;They put on makeup before they jump into the pool! Full blush, mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after swimming, they'll get out of the pool, and you think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Okay, they probably need to use the loo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get out of the pool just to put more makeup and touch up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then they'll go back in again to swim. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fine, yeah I'm vain... But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT THAAAAT VAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's extreme beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the month again, when you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; were&lt;/span&gt; sure you were loaded with cash.... then you take one look at your wallet, your savings, and your ATM, and you go, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"FUCK!!! WHERE DID ALL MY MONEY GO?????" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah Debbie, now's my time to be humble na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm broke and unhappy." too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally realised that THAT depressing feeling I've been feeling lately, well... I'm not alone. After a phone conversation I've had with a friend earlier, I realised that it's perfectly normal to be feeling blue before Christmas. You always look for something you don't have... and that makes you feel all horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to just keep on repeating my mantra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Focus on what you have. Not on what you don't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hopefully, i'll be feeling better when Christmas hols roll in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113317617913609484?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113317617913609484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113317617913609484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113317617913609484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113317617913609484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/hay_28.html' title='hay'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113286046688535541</id><published>2005-11-25T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:16.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/5587718.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mood- adventurous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Music- Never Win (FischerSpooner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seemed to be a regular trip to our friendly neighbourhood Starbucks Katipunan branch, DID NOT turn out to be a regular trip to our friendly neighbourhood Starbucks Katipunan branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up feeling extra adventurous and took a road trip all the way to the Starbucks branch at the Fort, which turned out to be full of people. So we went all the way to the Tomas Morato branch.... just for a cup of toffee nut latte, and stickers for the friggin Starbucks planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it gets more complicated than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I think I should say that the designated driver has only been driving for approximately two weeks since acquiring her license. In short, you've got three giggling passengers, and a (barely) experienced driver in one HUGE 20th century van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up getting lost, taking the bus lane in Cubao by accident, and getting stuck in the middle of the road with a bazillion cars honking away to glory behind us. What makes it worse is that the windows of the van weren't tinted, and I could practically read the thoughts of the other drivers... since they could see through our embarrassed faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it was along the lines of "FUCKING TEENAGERS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 219px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/66572187_7aaa208fc6_m.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest bit was when we asked a security guard for directions to E. Rodriguez, and he kept on pointing us to the direction to Balete Drive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like, "MANONG! AYAW NAMEN PUMUNTA SA BALETE DRIVE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for those who don't know, the said area is supposed to be one of the most haunted places in the Metro, so yeah, we're such gay chickens like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving for around two hours, we FINALLY got to the Morato branch, which, I think is the best Starbz branch I've been to so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just when we thought our road trip problems were over, the fuckin van broke down a few meters away from our gate on our way home, and we ended up waking the guard for help. We all got off the van and helped PUSH the thingy to a good parking spot, all the while half laughing, and half worrying. Haha. That's what you get when you practice your 'ample' driving skills using someone else's vehicle! The last time I remember helping to "push" a car was waaay back when I was seven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/66572186_35ad63af1c_m.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 217px; height: 180px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/66572185_641820f441_m.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I like big butts and I cannot lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm too tired to blog some more... it's 3am and we just got back, and the morning is just full of promise to call up a mechanic and fix that friggin van before the owner finds out that we messed up her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you three! soooooo gaayyyy i swear! Here's to more gay moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- this is one heck of a sucky sucky entry, I KNOW, but comment anyway or i will kill you both fag heads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113286046688535541?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113286046688535541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113286046688535541' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113286046688535541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113286046688535541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/sooo-gay.html' title='sooo gay'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113276500647428053</id><published>2005-11-24T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:16.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there it is again</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/a_gal_iconsRecol.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mood- bitchy&lt;br /&gt;Music- So Long Sweet Summer (Dashboard Confessional)&lt;br /&gt;Reading- Catcher in the Rye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling moody again. I find myself getting weirder and weirder. I don't really have much to complain about really. Life's just fine... But well, I just don't feel so good these days. Shopping, alcohol, chocolates- they all don't work. I thripled my situps tonight, and did 300 reps. You know something's terribly wrong when you tire yourself silly like that and yet don't feel any pain. Heck, I don't even feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried practically everything to make myself feel better... but that depressing feeling just keeps coming back. It's taking its toll on my mind, and I have enough shit to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm just consoling myself by thinking about Christmas hols. I'll FINALLY be back home again. I miss my Mom's cooking. Cold cold "real" winters where you can't feel your hands. Speaking straight English with old high school friends. Driving around the island, while listening to hiphop music. MANGO, ZARA and Debenhams sales. Marks and Spencer's tea cakes. Turkey. Corny parties where you know everyone. Gifts. Watching DVDs all day. Hot chocolate. Snuggling up under comforters. I even miss doing house chores! Running around with my sisters. Fighting over nothing. Grocery shopping in Geant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that's happiness right there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I always wanted to get myself off that island, and I did, when I moved here for college. But now even if I have all the freedom that I want, I always seem to want to go back. You really don't know what you've got till it's gone, and yeah, there really is no place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 15... i feel happier thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113276500647428053?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113276500647428053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113276500647428053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113276500647428053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113276500647428053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/there-it-is-again.html' title='there it is again'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113247660567040849</id><published>2005-11-20T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:16.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/2793519.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mood- happier&lt;br /&gt;                                  music- Isobel (Portishead Remix), Bjork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While out on a drinking spree last night, my good friend Crystal introduced me to this guy who apparently, just graduated with a degree from the International School for Culinary Arts. (actually, I'm not sure if that's the exact name of the school, so... pardon me). =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was already tipsy by the time he arrived, but I remember embarrassing myself quite clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;- So, graduate ka pala ng Culinary Arts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;- Ahhh. So marunong ka ba magluto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*awkward hush at the table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALAMANG DIBA??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheyt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this pet peeve when it comes to swearing. I hate it when people (esp. boys) shamelessly go, '&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P*ki ng ina!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!' in such loud scandalous voices, without even considering whether females may be nearby. So when a guy I know does just that, and I happen to be around, I immediately launch into Mother Teresa mode and yak like a nun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't say that... that's bad... girls won't like you... blah blah blah." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get super irritated when I hear people go, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAK YOU&lt;/span&gt;!" Instead of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;" the latter being  the more appropriate and more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; sounding term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one night, while I was walking to the corner store for load, I happened to see my 7 year old cousin arguing with his playmate of about the same age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, my cousin was in tears, and shouted "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;" at his playmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, a 7 year old boy, already swearing like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of scolding him for saying bad words, I went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hay nako, pag magmumura ka man lang, ayusin mo naman. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PAK YOU&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FUH FUH FUH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hindi PAK....... Para may class ka naman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things I say sometimes I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113247660567040849?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113247660567040849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113247660567040849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113247660567040849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113247660567040849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/nice-one.html' title='nice one!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113218132111635039</id><published>2005-11-17T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:16.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter 4&lt;/span&gt; last night at Gateway. The movie was showing in 4 cinemas in the same mall, and they were all packed! We were lucky to even get four tickets with good seats. Last full show pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 482px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/movieposter.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in my opinion, this was the best HP movie to date. The fourth book was also my fave book of the lot, so this was the movie I've been absolutely raring to see. Pretty darn good I say. Good thing I didn't read the 4th book again just before I watched the movie, or I would have been disappointed to see some parts missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 175px; height: 260px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Henry_Cavill-005.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was annoyed though that Robert Pattinson played Cedric. I've been thinking all year that the rumors were true and they were gonna cast Henry Cavill (picture above). He's the perfect Cedric for me! This Pattinson dude below looks so gay! haaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 204px; height: 290px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/2005_harry_potter_and_the_goblet.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, the Durmstrang boys in the movie were HOT HOT HOT! They kinda reminded me of the boys from high school. hehe. Those big, beefy, Middle Eastern boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on the guy who played Viktor Krum! He's just so my type! Rawwwwrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 171px; height: 171px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/250px-Viktor_krum_hpgf.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like the girl who played Cho. She had a funny accent, and she reminds me of Sarah Geronimo/ Rachel Ann Go. If I had to choose a local star to be Cho Chang, I'd go for Julie Lee. She totally fits the part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vanity level just increased a notch higher. Couldn't stand the HUGE zit on my cheek, and I decided to do something drastic. So I went to the dermatologist today and got it injected. Dayymm painful, but hey, vanity never comes cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113218132111635039?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113218132111635039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113218132111635039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113218132111635039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113218132111635039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113212009872242057</id><published>2005-11-16T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:16.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah technology!</title><content type='html'>What's so bloody hard about technology is that it changes like every two months, and for gadget junkies, such as moi, it's just so hard to keep up. And since I'm not exactly Paris Hilton, there are some things I just have to be content with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my annoyance when I chanced upon this picture on CNet news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 247px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/ipodimac_550X367.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;An iPod that plays Videos!!! Waaaaah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It can also store thousands of photos, plus the usual thousands of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the iPod Nano seems like a chihuahua compared to this Great Dane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in luuurrrrve. Santa! Get me one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also chanced upon this ad while browsing through the Apple website. I love the girl's hair. If I get really really skinny, and look bony enough, maybe I can pull this off. My long hair is just so blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 383px; height: 224px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/547480.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&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/9269510-113212009872242057?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113212009872242057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113212009872242057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113212009872242057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113212009872242057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/bah-technology.html' title='bah technology!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113207820835843305</id><published>2005-11-16T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:16.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bull crap!</title><content type='html'>This first week of school hasn't been going too well. I'm sure I've had better first weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog 161, Professor from hell comes in an hour late, makes some lame jokes, and laughs at them all by herself. (trying hard much?) Then she asks me why I'm taking up her subject cos according to her, I'll probably have a helluva hard time. So I'm like, "That's it. If the prof herself goes out of her way to scare her students like that, I'm switching classes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a tard I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm faced with the irritating, loooong procedure task associated with class switching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrgh! Hassle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm feeling so panget this week. I have a HUGE zit the size of Australia on my right cheek, I have a horrid cold, and I think I'm PMSing. Every bloody thing seems to piss me off! I walk around school hiding myself under J-Lo like shades just to boost my ego a little. With all that's happened, I so need an uplifter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple of the year (aka Friaz and Chi) seem to be doing something else besides being all mushy lovey dovey 24/7. They're actually trying to set me up with Chi's friend. Good intentions yeah, and the guy's cute. BUT!!!! Well, something's missing. Or maybe it's just me being all cold all of a sudden, and hesitant about everything. I swear, I'm such a loony when it comes to matters of the heart. I have all these questions, deliberations, etc etc.... The couple who sell fishballs at school say I'm such a weirdo for not just plunging in, and going with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, at least I know what I want right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh basta! I have waaay too many issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113207820835843305?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113207820835843305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113207820835843305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113207820835843305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113207820835843305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/bull-crap.html' title='bull crap!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113194155168584928</id><published>2005-11-14T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:15.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kamusta naman?</title><content type='html'>My second day for my Soc Sci class and I overslept! FREAK! I'm a FREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan kasi! Sobrang bilib sa sarili. Nag sign up pa for an 8:30 class! Bwiset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls kasi last night wouldn't let me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt;- Okay, let's play a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;- Waaah! I don't wanna play. I wanna sleep. Maawa naman kayo saken! I have an 8:30 class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt;- No.. it's a game I used to play when I was a kid. Basta, it's for the last person to talk. "Silence in the market. The donkey will speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Debz&lt;/span&gt;- Whaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt;- You're a donkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me and Ruby&lt;/span&gt;- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Debz&lt;/span&gt;- I'm NOT A DONKEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt;- "Silence in the market. The last person to speak has a tae in their pwet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ruby throws a pillow at Debbie in the darkness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utter silence for two minutes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Debz&lt;/span&gt;- Can I speak? I promise I don't have a tae in my pwet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me and Ruby&lt;/span&gt;- HAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Debz&lt;/span&gt;- Eh kasi I felt something hit me eh. And I just wanted to know if it was you guys. Baka kasi it's something else you know. (a.k.a- a ghost).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt;- Fine fine. It was me! I just wanted to bug you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;- Okay, now everybody shut up and let me sleep. I have an 8:30 class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(then in the middle of the darkness, I start laughing by myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt;- Why are you laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Debz&lt;/span&gt;- Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;- Eh kasi I remembered Debbie eh. "Can I speak? I promise I don't have a tae in my pwet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;-  HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Debz&lt;/span&gt;- Omygod Crissy are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;- heeeeeheeeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeeeheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Debz&lt;/span&gt;- Omygod she really IS CRYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;- HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I laugh because of Debbie's funny laughter, and she laughs because of my laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I was in tears because of excessive laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaay.... I swear to sleep earlier before every MTh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113194155168584928?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113194155168584928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113194155168584928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113194155168584928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113194155168584928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/kamusta-naman_14.html' title='kamusta naman?'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113173165550844969</id><published>2005-11-12T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:15.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh lordy lordy.</title><content type='html'>Still feeling under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things I keep on telling myself over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm single. But NOT ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Focus on the now. On what you have. Instead of what you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it still doesn't take away that horrid feeling. That feeling that makes your tummy churn. But not in the I-want-to-barf-sense. Everything seems to depress me. I find myself staring into space more often than usual. Killing myself softly with more cigarrettes. Spending more money just so I'd feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more moody. More bratty these days than I've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. It has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EWWWWWW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just type out all that mush? Yach! Can this be true? Am I &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; capable of being all melodramatic and weird???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is soooo not me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me no likey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop blabbing for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a nice weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113173165550844969?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113173165550844969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113173165550844969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113173165550844969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113173165550844969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-lordy-lordy.html' title='oh lordy lordy.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113164205163262215</id><published>2005-11-10T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:15.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue slump.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a blue slump lately, so I've been immersing myself in all sorts of stuff, to take my mind off things. Wall climbing, shopping, over eating, reading, meeting up with old friends... throw in a couple of expensive margaritas and tons of cigarrettes, and you'd think that I'd feel better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's only a matter of time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting there. getting there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spur of the moment gimmicks are the best ways to actually have gimmicks. Instead of bumming around at home, Cheeky had this brilliant idea to meet up with our old high school friends in Greenbelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 164px" height="214" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture144.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We saw Bugia, Fonacier and Villanueva! Wherever they happened to be, we were there too... so it looked like we were stalking them! Haha. (not far from the truth actually). Bugia's soooo cute! He has a goatee now, and aaah, I felt like a giddy school girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 164px" height="149" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/twin.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My grade school and high school twin! Haven't seen her in a year! We've been through so much, meeting up with her should actually happen more often. I miss her. Love her love her! Happy 20th birthday Cielie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="231" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture162.jpg" width="401" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="292" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/cofibean.jpg" width="498" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have come to a conclusion that the best Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf branch is in Greenbelt! Haaaay. Would've been cooler if I actually lived NEAR this area! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="254" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture147.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I adore their Black Forest ice blended drink. Mocha please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="269" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture170.jpg" width="558" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When people describe me, one of the first things they say is, "Vain." Gosh! Is THAT bad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="214" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture169.jpg" width="467" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we decided to convince Ralaine to get her ass down at Greenbelt. She made all sorts of excuses I swear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1) Eh brownout eh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) Eh, wala akong damit eh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3) Eh, kailangan ko pang mamlantsa eh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haaaay. But thanks to my "gift of gab," I managed to convince her to get out of the house. So we take a cab to Gateway, have dinner, and bum around at Coffee Bean. (yes... again). Oh oh oh... I absolutely adore their triple decker cheesecake! Three words. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;to. die. for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="352" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture180.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But before that, we came up with all sorts of ideas to surprise Ralaine, instead of just walking up to her. We originally planned to stand somewhere near her, then text that the car broke down, and we couldn't make it... observe her pissed reaction.... and then come out of nowhere and surprise her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It didn't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were running around the mall, for around 30 minutes... playing hide and seek. We were following her around... and the minute she turned in our direction, we'd run somewhere else so we wouldn't be seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I said, it didn't work. Cheeky's trademark hair gave way. And we were seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha... we're nearing 20, and we still act like a bunch of 7 year olds! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture175.jpg" width="359" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ciel and Ral. Bitches. Both have boyfriends!!! rawr. Anyway, so they both act like donyas, and text their boys to pick them up. We first saw Ral's boy, then both of them left. After that, Ral was texting like crazy, asking what we thought of him. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To be brutally honest... he scared the living daylights out of me! Even a tactless motor mouth such as myself couldn't even muster enough courage to say something else besides Hello. Freaky man! Not bad looking though. He was so big and buff. Bouncer like. And if he were a movie, he'd be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I kid you not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yeah. That freaky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next up on our verdict list was Ciel's boy. Now if this dude were a movie, he'd be &lt;strong&gt;"You got Served."&lt;/strong&gt; Definitely more approachable than Boyfriend Number 1, but physically speaking, not my type. But hey, wherever, whomever with my friend's happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's the funny thing though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dude had SORE EYES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, as rude as it may seem... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;we all put our shades on throughout the rest of the night!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That was around 10 or 11 pm then... and I swear, we definitely caught the attention of people passing by. Must have thought we were druggies!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Still feeling depressed, and I needed something to cheer me up. So I convinced the girls to go with me to Makati, and shop. We did... and I bought the cutest cutest cutest top EVER! Good thing... I had something to wear when I messed up my white top with a choco brownie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Originally planned to buy a denim cropped jacket, but the stupid store was out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haaaay... By this time, we were soo soo tired already, so we trip down to Chili's at Greenbelt and pig out BIG TIME! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="376" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Image004.jpg" width="279" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Chili's... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 119px" height="483" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Image002.jpg" width="151" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that's comfort food man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 91px; HEIGHT: 129px" height="541" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Image013.jpg" width="129" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, we decide to order a bunch of margaritas for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Image001.jpg" width="439" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We play childish games, speak childish speak... and get really really TIPSY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Despite all that's happened. All the hullabaloo... all the fun stuff... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;behind that seemingly laughing, smiling face.... underneath all that... is someone really really sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;thinking about all the if's, and could have beens, had I not been such a coward and full of fucking pride. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i blew it all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;big time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;now i need chocolate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i need all the comfort i can get. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113164205163262215?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113164205163262215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113164205163262215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113164205163262215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113164205163262215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/blue-slump.html' title='blue slump.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113128454005808451</id><published>2005-11-06T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:15.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling athlete</title><content type='html'>Forgive me for being overly mayabang and super mababaw but I am sooo sooo proud of myself. I just came home from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Power Up&lt;/span&gt;, after having tried wall climbing for the first time EVER! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the moon I swear! I think I climbed around 5 times today. My arms are burning, and I'm tired... but hell, I'm proud. I've never been interested in any physical activity before, unless if you count shopping, regular home exercises and swimming in our pool... So this whole wall climbing thingy IS A HUGE DEAL for me. Heh. Oh, and my instructor was hella cute. I think I have a crush on him! Haha. So even if this whole thing doesn't work out and I lose interest in the sport, fun parin makipaglandian sa instructor! Hahahaha. I wanna be his friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this weird idea last night, while my housies were out partying, and I was sitting on my ass and reading. I was like, hell, I only get to be young once, why not indulge in some sport and try new stuff? So I surfed the net and researched on new stuff I could try. And now I'm just bursting with ideas on how I can relieve my stress, while at the same time, burn fat, and have fun. (hm, that just sounded like a fitness manual). Anyway, next on my list would have to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jet skiing, surfing, ultimate frisbee, pilates, yoga, fencing, boxing, belly dancing and hip hop dancing!&lt;/span&gt; I'm excited... I really am! I can't believe na kung kailan ako malapit nang mag twenty, tsaka nalang ako naging active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I remember I used to make up all sorts of excuses during P.E class (that I had a headache or dismenorrhea), just so I would be allowed to warm the benches, and chit chat with fellow tamad people. It helped that my P.E teacher's daughter was my best friend, so I still managed to get a B+!!! Haha. It wasn't really just because I was lazy, I just wasn't blessed with sporty hormones to actually be passionate about a sport. When we had to play volleyball, instead of running towards the ball, I'd run away from it. During badminton games, my friends gave up trying to teach me how to play, and assigned me to be the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "taga pulot ng shuttlecock."&lt;/span&gt; I spent my entire childhood too, teaching my younger sisters how to tumble and do gymnastics, when I myself didn't know how to! But they learnt anyway. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Dad would always laugh whenever I'd say that I'd be going on some hiking/trekking trip with my friends for class, or I'd have to perform some dance sequence for dance class. So would my friends! In fact, my Mom would always ask,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Are you sure you can handle all that physical activity? If you're required, and you know you can't take it, pay your prof instead... so you can get a good grade even without effort."&lt;/span&gt;(And, yes, I actually did that once). hehehe. Ehhhh pumayag naman ang prof eh! I love my Mother! =) She's cool like that. She called me earlier, and I was like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mommy I wallclimbed!"&lt;/span&gt; This time, she was sincerely happy for me, instead of the usual 20 questions of whether or not I was comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what with this whole wall climbing thingy, I'm flabbergasted to be discovering new stuff about myself. Putangina! Magaling galing rin pala ako mag climb! Haha. This skill might actually come in handy if ever I become poor all of a sudden and get recruited into the Akyat Bahay gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have a bruise on my left knee. Pero okay lang... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chants to self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"I'm a Viking I'm a Viking!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113128454005808451?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113128454005808451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113128454005808451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113128454005808451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113128454005808451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/feeling-athlete.html' title='feeling athlete'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113104440660223417</id><published>2005-11-04T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:15.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay hay hay hay.</title><content type='html'>I think I need some feet lovin' for the next couple of days. I've been walking around for approximately 15 hours in heels!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAH!!!! my feet are blisterized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Photo1172.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamusta naman at malapit na ang enrollment? Obviously I'll be spending the whole day walking around campus since I only managed to get TWO SUBJECTS in CRS!!!! (anak ng tipaklong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Note to self- Must invest in quality flipflops and ditch heels habit fast)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent the entire day with the girls. It was sooo much fun, and I've come to realize (again) how lucky I am to have them as my "homies." We spent so much money today- eating, shopping, eating, shopping, and eating again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Photo1106.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Note to self- You're getting fat again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into this discussion earlier about how much we envy mannequins. Lucky bitches. EVERYTHING looks good on them! It's like, a woman can never be thin enough if she's not mannequin-thin worthy! I saw a couple of lovely tops on these mannequins, and thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hey, that might look good on me too.&lt;/span&gt;" Then, when I got to the dressing room, they all looked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And I ended up going home swearing at those fucking mannequins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, did you notice that the lighting in all SM malls is just soooo bloody bad??? You walk into their dressing rooms, and you're actually terrified to glance at your own reflection! And that got me thinking you know? So if there are horrible mirrors, and good mirrors, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW THE FUCK are we supposed to know what we REALLY look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For just a day, I wanna be someone else and take a good look at myself from someone else's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Note to self- the ridiculous things I think about.... really.... there are children dying in Africa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makeup artist once told me, that if you wanna look nice all the time, the best thing to do is walk around with two yellow lights by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 147px; height: 171px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Photo1168.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Note to self- Now, how do I pull off walking around school and malls with two spotlights by my side... WITHOUT looking like a self absorbed mental dork?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ass fetish? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so after shopping, we went to Shopwise for more shopping! (By this time, I was so so so tired, and was complaining my guts out about how I just wanna lie down, sleep, etc etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, walking around like a zombie with my shopping cart, when this dufus wearing an orange shirt comes and bumps my ass with his shopping cart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make this weird (unintentional) sound... The kind of moany, bedroomy &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;"uh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I look at him the way my Mother does when she catches me smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mutters sorry... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;walks away with this HUGE smile on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I keep walking right? Dumping all sorts of fattening junk food in my cart, while muttering how much my feet hurt so baddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, I get this horrible bang on my ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn around, and that stupid orange shirted dude stands there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinking he's turning me on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I turn into a bitch, and snap, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WATCH IT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God! Why do such men EXIST? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do they ACTUALLY think they can satisfy their sexual frustrations by bumping women's asses with their carts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they ACTUALLY think, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"THAT'S HOT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then shopping carts be damned, I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go kick it at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf&lt;/span&gt; again. I swear, I should get a discount every time I go there. I think I've gone like 15 times this month alone. I also think I'm addicted to their Ice Blended Black Forest drink. Starbucks is sooo five years ago these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 128px; height: 197px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Photo1205.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I went home, I took this picture of Manny Pacquiao endorsing a Tuna brand. Haha... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my favorite ad EVER&lt;/span&gt;! His eyes look sooo sooo soooo... well put together? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Photo1203.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Pacman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- I found my dream AVIATOR shades at &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rampage.&lt;/span&gt; I'm soo soo soo inlove. I want them I want them!!! So now I have something to look forward to... yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Photo1108.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you're inlove when you can't sleep at night, because reality is finally better than your dreams&lt;/span&gt;. (Dr Seuss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owwwws???? Eh paano naman yung mga in denial na in love?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113104440660223417?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113104440660223417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113104440660223417' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113104440660223417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113104440660223417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/hay-hay-hay-hay.html' title='hay hay hay hay.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113069516228976820</id><published>2005-10-31T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:15.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloweenie weenie!!!</title><content type='html'>I love Halloween, but since I got here, I haven't been able to celebrate it like I used to. My past Halloweens consisted of my Dad driving me to Sar, where I would go trick or treating with my friends. There was this one British couple who once left their garage door open, and on the garage floor, they laid out garbage bags covered in a mountain of candy!!! They had to go somewhere for the night I guess, and didn't wanna leave the kids disappointed. Needless to say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;we literally raided that garage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha... After trick or treating, we'd have a party in someone's house, still dressed in full costume, play games, tell scary stories, while sipping on pumpkin juice or apple juice. (Booze was non-existent... hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was sooo much fun back then! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we once played this game called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Bite the apple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - (a bowl was filled with water, and an apple bobbed on it. The player had to try and get the apple using his teeth, with his/hands tied behind his back). Anyway, when it was Neil's turn, we were so hyped up, and Babz was running around videotaping everything. He zoomed in on Neil's ear and nostrils, as Neil was concentrating on getting the apple, and Babz kept on making side comments like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Check out those flaming nostrils!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. That made Neil laugh, and then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;phlegm just shot out of his mouth and went straight to the bowl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was like utter silence for 5 seconds before everyone, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in unison,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;EEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, nobody wanted to try his/her luck with the apple after that!!! Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Halloweens, where we didn't feel like dressing up, I'd go with my friends while they&lt;strong&gt; threw eggs on passing cars.&lt;/strong&gt; Of course I never joined in the egg throwing, (?!?) but it was fun running away from the cops all the same... Once, my classmate showed up at school the day after Halloween with a broken leg and his arm in a cast. (Result of climbing walls, and rolling around in bushes while he was running away from the police).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!! Those were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Halloweens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just isn't that way anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, here are old Halloween pics. and other old high school pics. *siiiiigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="492" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/hlw3.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="256" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/hlw4.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="169" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture208.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm too lazy to post more pics.... but ooooh i miss my old school uniform!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="189" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/dagurlzzz.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113069516228976820?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113069516228976820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113069516228976820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113069516228976820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113069516228976820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloweenie-weenie.html' title='halloweenie weenie!!!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113050270368088336</id><published>2005-10-28T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:15.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>therapy!</title><content type='html'>So I woke up early today to go and meet the girls. The meeting that we've been planning forever but never got around to. I haven't seen Ralaine in over a year. Ruth, over THREE YEARS!!! Gosh! Have I been in the Philippines for THAT LOOONG? We watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"The 40-year old Virgin,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Gateway and it was coooool. We couldn't stop laughing and talking about it after... I was laughing sooo hard, the girls were like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Errr... we don't know you!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we took tons of photos. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SOOO LOVE THESE GIRLS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I miss high school I swear. We used to be such mallrats before, and all we did was talk about our old friends, laugh, and the stupid things we used to do. It was fun catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;            &lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="343" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture206.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="510" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture207.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 97px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="341" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture210.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ruth had to leave early, so Ralaine came along with me to shop, BUT I COULDN'T FIND ANYTHING I wanted!!! (which is a record for me by the way, since I almost NEVER think twice about walking into a store and buying something off the racks). I even have this bad habit of walking into a store, then I see something I like, and pay for it immediately without trying it on! And that nasty habit explains why I have tons of clothes I have never used all hidden in my closet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So we just bummed around at &lt;strong&gt;Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf&lt;/strong&gt; and talked and talked and talked. And laughed and laughed and laughed. It's just so weird how I've known Ral since I was like 8 years old, and then 11 years later, we're still such good friends. In high school, we used to get into so much trouble, because we'd laugh at every single thing our teacher used to say. FOR NO REASON AT ALL! Me, Amz, and her made up the "laughing triangle," and I swear, we used to spend all 25 minutes of reccess just laughing our guts out over ANYTHING. We'd like see some geek walking past, and we'd laugh for no reason.... We were crazy. still are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture220.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="520" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture216.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="291" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture215.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about love... boys... and nasty nasty stuff we used to whisper to each other during sleepovers. Haha. We were like thinking... "OmyGod! We're sooo big na!" Our days used to consist of telephone marathons, playing with Barbies and drooling over the Backstreet Boys on MTV. Now life's sooo different, and instead of talking about just crushes, we actually have real someones to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we parted ways, we hugged each other like 5 times, and wouldn't let go. I miss her loads! This guy was like staring at us, and he had a huge smile on his face. Faggot must have thought we were LESBIANS! Haha... Buti nalang there's LRT2 na so we can each other more often. WHY THE FUCK DID WE ONLY REALIZE IT NOW??? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and I finally KNOW why I've been feeling sooo ugly and crappy this past week. Why I've been bitching about everything... - i am a woman after all - =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113050270368088336?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113050270368088336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113050270368088336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113050270368088336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113050270368088336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/10/therapy.html' title='therapy!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-113039645563995823</id><published>2005-10-27T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:15.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just because im pissed....</title><content type='html'>... and I feel reeeeaaaalllly EVIIIIIL... I have decided to rant and rant and rant. So fuck off if you don't feel like listening to me whine. Cos this post is all about me complaining and whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spongecola and Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I have decided that I hate their stinkin guts. They make me vomit. They're scum between my toes. I can't believe I actually thought they were COOL! For Pete's sake! (slaps forehead!) It's a good thing their music is all about love, and is chock full of senti sap. And kids these days are just so gullible that they WILL swallow all that sap. I have come to a conclusion that &lt;strong&gt;too much sap is not good&lt;/strong&gt;. And therefore, I have decided to delete all Spongecola and Hale songs from my OPM playlist in my iPod just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The screwed up weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Stupid stupid stupid! If that Xmen Storm woman actually exists, I swear I would've killed the bitch. I hate storms! I hate rains. I hate it more when it's all icky and disgusting outside and I get dirty once I step foot out the gate. HA! And I'm complaining about it BIG TIME today just because I'm in the nastiest of moods and I can't go shopping! bwiset bwiset bwiiiiiset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Harry Potter 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- (If you haven't read the book, don't bother reading my third rant at all). I hate super hate the plot. Just because I love Dumbledore, and the stupid git had to go and get himself killed. And I used to "reckon" the old man was of superior intelligence. The ending was such a bummer I swear. I felt like I wasted three days of reading, and it ended up being useless because Dumby is just sooo &lt;strong&gt;DUMB&lt;/strong&gt;! Rawr! Then again, I was thinking, it's not a total loss after all. I mean, he gets to be in a portrait right? Meaning, he could still converse with people just like the Fat Lady. (diba? diba? diba?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Asian hip hoppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Not that there's anything wrong with the music, but it's these Asians who try sooooo hard to copy them. Pretending to be "niggers" by donning huge basketball jerseys that are like a trillion times their size, and then they wear such &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; silver bling blings and "bitin" pants. My God! They are sooooo NOT COOL! Then they take the jologs act a notch higher and speak nigga slang. They go "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sup sup yo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and arrrrrggggh! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I can't STAND THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I swear there should be a penalty or some sort of punishment for such lunatics. Is there something wrong with their brains? I swear... feeling nila dalang dala nila. And aside from their trying hard nigga speak, they &lt;strong&gt;CAN'T&lt;/strong&gt; even speak proper English at all. rrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- What I hate about them is that they are just so dense by nature. And I have only begun to realize just now, how this flaw of the opposite sex is really really, and I mean reeeeeallllllly getting on my nerves. I mean, obviously, girls being the the more sensitive species, just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANNOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go upto a guy and tell him straight out about something... so instead, she shows it through actions. And &lt;em&gt;THESE BOYS&lt;/em&gt; just can't seem to get a clue! They sooo &lt;strong&gt;PRETEND&lt;/strong&gt; like they don't notice shit when it's sooo friggin obvious already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;People who don't reply to a text message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I honestly don't buy the "&lt;strong&gt;I don't have load&lt;/strong&gt;" argument, because even when the person DOES finally have load, the said person STILL does not reply. I mean, what if it was an important text you know? I'd appreciate a reply as soon as possible anyway. It's common courtesy for an important text. Tapos, they make tampo pa na IKAW ang hindi nagpaparamdam. Nakakainis talaga! I mean, are you &lt;strong&gt;THAT lonely&lt;/strong&gt; that you can't even make pa-text from your neighbour? But being the nice person that I am (most of the time with the exception of today), I usually just shrug their excuses off and say... "&lt;strong&gt;okay lang&lt;/strong&gt;." Teamed up with a pilit smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;People who don't stick to their word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- When you say you are gonna be there, you will, and for Pete's sake naman, &lt;strong&gt;YOU SHOULD&lt;/strong&gt;! Otherwise, don't even open your gob muttering such nonsense promises that you're gonna break anyway. It's inconsiderate and extremely ruuuude. I might understand lateness pa, kasi well, the whole planet knows that I'm ALMOST ALWAYS late. (heh) But at least I let the person waiting for me know. There's a difference between showing up late and not showing up at all. (And yes, I am making patama to a certain person I know). I hope she reads this. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I shall stop at Number 7, because it's my favorite-est number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aaaaaahhh... i feel much better now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-113039645563995823?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113039645563995823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=113039645563995823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113039645563995823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/113039645563995823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-because-im-pissed.html' title='just because im pissed....'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112997042813486835</id><published>2005-10-22T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:14.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUM</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how I was sooo looking forward to a whole month of doing nothing, and now that I'm living that friggin' dream, I hate it. And now I'm starting to think that (GASP!!!) &lt;strong&gt;EVEN school was better than this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I sound like a nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cancelled my "date" for tonight because I promised my cousin that I'd be at her party. But, fuck it... I've been hit by the disease, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"tamad-itis,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I'm just tooo tooo lazy to drag my ass anywhere but here. I'm starting to annoy myself, but really, my energy just flew out the window. I spend my days reading, watching telly, eating, sleeping, eating, playing SuperMario, eating, working out, and eating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not having anything to do... and the people I was supposed to chill with this sem break are still stuck with school, or they have some fucked up sched that I can't live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to blog some more. Must go back to reading Harry potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112997042813486835?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112997042813486835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112997042813486835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112997042813486835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112997042813486835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/10/bum.html' title='BUM'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112978557362005410</id><published>2005-10-20T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:14.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what?</title><content type='html'>Thank God he doesn't like to read... or I would have embarrassed myself if ever he chances upon this blog. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the weirdest idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to get my navel re-pierced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... re-pierced. Meaning it's been pierced before and I wanna get it pierced again. I can just imagine myself screaming again/ crying again in pain. Haha. Might get around to it after Christmas hols though. After that, I'm gonna swear off body art, and I swear NEVER to think about it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112978557362005410?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112978557362005410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112978557362005410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112978557362005410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112978557362005410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-what.html' title='so what?'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112937263532791984</id><published>2005-10-15T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:14.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inuman na!</title><content type='html'>Last night the girls and I headed down to Meat Shop for some good ol' drinking as our way of celebrating the end of the sem. ;) We got sooo drunk, we were just laughing our heads off for no reason at all. And we took the stupidest pictures most of which I wouldn't dare show off to cyber space. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/hey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Picture129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a good night. =) and it's times like these that make me so so so glad that I'm young and totally living it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112937263532791984?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112937263532791984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112937263532791984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112937263532791984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112937263532791984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/10/inuman-na.html' title='inuman na!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112927542443305889</id><published>2005-10-14T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:14.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s.t.a.r.s.t.r.u.c.k.</title><content type='html'>Its strange how we PRETEND to be soooo high class all the time so when we spot an artista, we PRETEND that it's no big deal. But the minute you actually catch a glimpse of one, you just CAN'T HELP but steal glances. Or if you're as tactless as I am, you can't help but blurt out the artista's name and squeal right there and then, in front of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;em&gt; I am soooo JOLOGS. Haha. Aminado ako!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at Terranova, I happened to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aubrey Miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asking the saleslady to give her a discount on these pair of boots she wanted to buy. She was with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Troy Montero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and although I am sooo NOT a fan, I pretended to be interested in a pile of army shirts, while stealing glances at the beautiful couple. ;) Apparently, my friend Crystal noticed, and kept poking me and going &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Uuuuuy... STARSTRUCK!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I'm like, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT? Hindi ah!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, as we were walking by Glorietta, we happened to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carlos Agassi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; going in Gold's Gym carrying this huge duffel bag. He was dressed in gym gear, and you could'nt help but notice his huge biceps. I was in a state of shock, and as tactless as I was, I squealed... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"OY SI..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Carlos turned to look at me, and I just stood there, mouth open wide. Embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that soooo does not compare to the time when I was going down the escalator in the same mall, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jon Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happened to go up the escalator to my side. I turned to look at him, and I was soooo unable to control myself. I screamed, and was like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"OMYGOD! It's Jon Hall! It's Jon Hall!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while jumping up and down. He was surprised, and he looked at me, and the friend he was with had a huge smile on his face! Good God! (slaps forehead) &lt;strong&gt;I can be the world's biggest SCANDALOSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one time, while I was riding a jeep to SM, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bruce Quebral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happened to get in and sat right there in front of me! I was in shock, and although I pretended I wasn't into basketball stars, and didn't know him, my insides were doing flipflops in total giddyness. I texted my friend right then and there and was like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Shet shet shet! Katapat ko si Bruce Quebral sa jeep! Shet shet shet! Amfogi! Shet shet shet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, when you're in places like Starbucks and an artista or artistas walk in, it's sooo funny how the coffee junkies just shush up and turn to look. Tapos they PRETEND like it's nothing and PRETEND to concentrate on their books. But really, you see them nudging their friends and talk in whispers about how they always watch so and so artista's teleserye, and then they just giggle in whispers out of giddyness. I literally just freeze on the spot, and sometimes, when I happen to see an artista in the same aisle I'm in while grocery shopping, I linger in the same aisle for a bit longer, even though I don't plan on grabbing anything to put in my shopping basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a dork. But when it comes to moments like these... even though you are so not a fan, you just can't help but get all giddy and think about how lucky you are. Baduy as it may seem, hey, seeing an artista, especially one you admire or have been crushing on for the longest time- does NOT happen everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112927542443305889?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112927542443305889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112927542443305889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112927542443305889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112927542443305889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/10/starstruck.html' title='s.t.a.r.s.t.r.u.c.k.'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112917279228844364</id><published>2005-10-13T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:14.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless in quezon city</title><content type='html'>I never used to have trouble sleeping &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt;! So why the hell am I having trouble now? Last night was the worst. I stayed awake for 4 hours, cos I just couldn't float off to dream land. I think I tossed around in bed 100 times trying to get the most comfortable sleeping position. I was still awake when the sun came up, and when the crows next door started, uhm, crowing! I swear, their crowing never used to bother me... but last night, I had evil, oh so very eviiiiiiiil thoughts of sneaking next door and killing them fucking crows!(No violent reactions from PETA supporters please. (Of course I wouldn't murder the pests. Wishful thinking. Cut me some slack) I kept on swearing at them and thought of talking to the neighbours about investing in muzzles for their noisy best friends. I've never hated a crow/chicken/cock (whatever term they're calling themselves these days) ever in my entire life! If this sleeping nonsense keeps up, and them birds give me a hard time, I have a good mind to boycott chicken, and never indulge in a bucket of KFC, ever, ever again. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, this never used to happen. I sure hope that some guy who's super cute and super hot is thinking of me... cos not getting sleep over some ugly dufus is a painful thought. (Isn't there a saying that when you can't bloody sleep, someone's thinking of you nonstop?) I used to looooove going to bed, and could sleep through a storm or an earthquake. Hell, even an explosion... and I used to get super pissed when someone woke me up, and end up being all bratty the entire day. Why is this happening to me??? It's SEM BREAK for Pete's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrrrrrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112917279228844364?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112917279228844364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112917279228844364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112917279228844364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112917279228844364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepless-in-quezon-city.html' title='sleepless in quezon city'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112869981539246352</id><published>2005-10-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:14.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tama na yan!</title><content type='html'>I am now in my parents' house spending the first night of my sem break unwinding away from the college atmosphere of Katipunan. I normally hate commuting all the way here, but this time, I'm actually starting to appreciate being in other places. It's a nice change. Having nothing to do. Lying in bed and listening to my iPod and the sound of the rain pouring outside. It's nice to be able to sleep tonight not having to think about what exam I'm going to be having tomorrow, or what to wear to school. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got tons of things all planned for this sem break. Things I've been planning to get around to doing for ages. I can finally treat my nails to a mani and a pedi, get a facial, go to Enchanted Kingdom, and clean up all the mess that has accumulated in my room. I swear... I have loads of pictures to upload from my digicam but I can't seem to find my USB port wire thingy. *sigh*. And this sem break, I'm gonna be meeting up with old friends and catch up on their lives (something I haven't been able to do cos of school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have REALLY worry about is where the hell will I get the money to finance all my plans. I hope I can finally master the art of budgeting my dough this time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112869981539246352?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112869981539246352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112869981539246352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112869981539246352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112869981539246352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/10/tama-na-yan.html' title='tama na yan!'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112823100552474638</id><published>2005-10-02T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:14.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>default rocks</title><content type='html'>I just got my new laptop and I am so so so so so so SO in love. =) I feel like such a spoilt brat these days... heh. Now, I'm thinking what new gadget to get next... (i.e- what to get for my birthday). I haven't decided on whether I should get a new iPod accessory or whether I'll go for a portable mini DVD player with the screen... (something to bring along to my trips, or when I have huge vacant hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i don't have anything else substantial to type about so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112823100552474638?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112823100552474638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112823100552474638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112823100552474638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112823100552474638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/10/default-rocks.html' title='default rocks'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112763094978768812</id><published>2005-09-25T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:14.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie buff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bunch of cool movies are gonna be released soon, and I am so so sooooo excited to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Memoirs of a Geisha"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="696" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/memoirs_of_a_geisha.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just ecstatic that Zang Ziyi is slated to play Sayuri. There's no Asian actress out there who fits the bill just right. And she's so pretty... ;) I wonder who's gonna play Hatsumomo. I heard that Michelle Yeoh's gonna be in it too. Gosh. I'm excited to see the costumes and the entire set. I'm such a sucker for cultural movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Harry Potter 4: The Goblet of Fire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 493px" height="734" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/poster.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th book has to be my favorite book by far. I still haven't gotten around to begging someone to lend me the 6th book. (I'm a cheapskate I know). I was fascinated over the entire Quidditch mania the book was full about, and I've been wondering for years exactly how it's gonna be on the screen. Plus, the guy who plays Hogwarts' hearthrob is hot hot hot. (It's coming out in November!!!) yiheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 374px" height="586" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/Henry_Cavill-005.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Da Vinci Code"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="372" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/da_vinci_code.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the book... and it was such a shoo-in to be included in the book-turned-movie list. I didn't quite agree about their choice for Langdon though. I expected George Clooney would have fit the part much better than Tom Hanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112763094978768812?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112763094978768812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112763094978768812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112763094978768812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112763094978768812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/09/movie-buff.html' title='movie buff'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112729426667882053</id><published>2005-09-21T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:14.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feed me and i'll love u forever</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite friends has a huge dilemma. Apparently, alot of bitchy girls (yeah you heard right. b. i . t. c. h. y) are out to ruin her life by saying this and that about her. It's downright pathetic if you ask me. And during one of our restroom touch up breaks, we happened to discuss her problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no stranger to this kind of nasty bullshit, since I often get people talking about me... like they even know me, to begin with. &lt;em&gt;(I'm typing this while rolling my eyes).&lt;/em&gt; Duh... It's literally impossible to please everyone. And like it or not, people will always be out to ruin you. I had often asked my other friends about this, since it used to bother me... but all they said was "people who spread shit about you are just jealous." Annnnd I agree. Frankly because I love my life, and since they're so unhappy with theirs, they think it ups their happiness level once they try to make you miserable. They try so hard to make sure that you have a flaw in your personality and they magnify it a million times over to make you come out as the bad guy. LIKE THEY'RE SO FREAKIN PERFECT. (Again, I roll my eyes). My message to such low-lives? PUHLEESE grow up! That kind of shit is sooo old school high school. Oh, and while you're at it, why don't you just knit a sweater instead of wasting your time practicing your vocal chords?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to console my friend saying, that when people are out to destroy you, it's just cause you matter THAT much to them. If you think about it in another way, it's actually a compliment, cos they actually bother with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final advice to end the conversation? "NEVER trouble yourself over people who don't even feed you." So unless they're willing to financially support your food cravings for McDonald's every time you get hunger pangs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO. THE. FUCK. ARE. THEY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112729426667882053?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112729426667882053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112729426667882053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112729426667882053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112729426667882053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/09/feed-me-and-ill-love-u-forever.html' title='feed me and i&apos;ll love u forever'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112724222311811618</id><published>2005-09-21T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:13.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Every bloody time I see couples acting all mushy around each other, my favorite reaction would have to be one big, fat sigh. Not in a negative sense, no. But it's just cos I love the feeling of being just like that. In love. When your knees buckle every time you kiss, and when you get all kilig at every sweet thing he says. The way your hands tremble when you reach for your phone, knowing that he just texted or is calling. The way your face lights up every time his name pops up on YM. The way you notice how he's staring at you, but pretend to not have noticed anyway. The way you can just sit there with him, and enjoy his company, even when no words are being uttered. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I are just suckers for love. I think 99% of all our conversations are focused on this topic. (The rest is purely gossip). Hehe. We talk about anything and everything we want when in a relationship. And anything and everything we don't want. I think I can just go on and on for hours repeating stuff I read in Cosmo, or relate the experiences I've had from my past, (utterly useless) relationships. I guess it helps let off all the negative vibes I've gone through before... and helps me stay focused on what I really want this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as for the question on whether I have found what I want in someone.... I'll leave that for future posts. Wouldn't want to jinx myself. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I watched "Pirates of the Caribbean" for the 3rd time tonight. Johnny Depp is hot hot hot dude! So is Orlando Bloom. But nobody acts as well as THE Depp. He can roll around in mud and sport yellow teeth... heck even star in a happy kiddie movie with candies... but to hell man, he's sooo hot. I've loved him since I was six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="419" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/10201032.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a man with THAT much ageless appeal... that's something to definitely *sigh* about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112724222311811618?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112724222311811618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112724222311811618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112724222311811618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112724222311811618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112715014410077326</id><published>2005-09-20T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music phase</title><content type='html'>I am currently addicted to house music. And I've been downloading Hed Kandi songs off Limewire like crazy. I'm not sure how this addiction started, but it kinda feels cool knowing that I am finally appreciating a music genre I always used to diss and dismiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah. Change is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112715014410077326?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112715014410077326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112715014410077326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112715014410077326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112715014410077326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/09/music-phase.html' title='music phase'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112702583326663784</id><published>2005-09-18T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:13.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>favoritism at its best</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's cheerdance competition rocked! Ateneo's routine improved, including Adamson's. De la Salle's Nestle prop was too conyo for words. They had an army tank going around the floor while their pep squad were performing with mock guns. I was surprised, but not impressed. In all honesty, I didn't think we'd bag any place at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't satisfied with the UP routine. One of the pep squad members fell off during the balancing act, and I didn't find anything super special about their Nestle Non-Stop segment. Still, in true UP fashion, we were screaming our guts out, and we were passing around the hugest banner that ever was. If we ever had a reason to even bag the second place this year (again), it has to be credited to full audience participation. We've got oodles of school spirit, and oh-god, I'm just sooo proud! Haha... Better luck next year though... I'm just dying for the day when we finally knock UST off the champion spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araneta was packed yesterday... and I saw the cutest shirt on a fellow UP student that said, "UP AKO. IKAW?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.... I want a shameless shirt just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we made tambay at Starbucks with Aica, Neil, Friaz and Chi, her guy. They were teasing me like god-knows what for being by my lonesome. Rawr. Right.... rub it in now will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- my laptop's coming soon. I'm sooo excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112702583326663784?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112702583326663784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112702583326663784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112702583326663784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112702583326663784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/09/favoritism-at-its-best_112702583326663784.html' title='favoritism at its best'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9269510.post-112645474828343306</id><published>2005-09-11T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:32:13.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so...</title><content type='html'>This week has gone by so fast. And through its ups and downs, it's such a relief to know that the people you consider as your bestest friends in the whole wide world were there to help you get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought that applying for a certain school "org" would up my self-esteem and boost my ego... but in the end, I realized that I had been working my ass off for the wrong reasons. This past week, I have been staying up till 3am everyday to be in school by 8:30 am. I have been through the worst scenarios associated when applying for a prestigious "org", and that includes ridicule, and senseless criticisms for the most mundane things. But on that fateful Friday night, I gave up what used to be my dream, and discovered that I am worth so much more than what I initially thought of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly allowed to go into the details, lest someone from that "org" manages to google me, and find my blog... but that "org" experience was something that I shall never forget, and it was something that made me realize that being me is okay. And that quitting in the end, is one of the bravest decisions one can ever make, as long as it comes from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sappyness aside... I am loving life right now. I love not having a care in the world except for my Acads and the little problem concerning my love life. It's wonderful to wake up in the morning and not having to worry worry worry and be pressured all the time. Those were the little things I had always taken for granted, and may never have had time to appreciate had it not have been for my dare-I-say "traumatic" experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... I am sooo obsessed with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Desperate Housewives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am in love with the gardener and his grey eyes are just so dreamy... I can just faint. I am also loving Eva Longoria. I love love love her! I also love her closet... and I am just dying for the day when I'd get to own at least half the stuff she wears on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/evalongoriadesperatehousewives.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9269510-112645474828343306?l=dietbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112645474828343306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9269510&amp;postID=112645474828343306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112645474828343306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9269510/posts/default/112645474828343306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietbreaker.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-so.html' title='and so...'/><author><name>peanutbuttercups</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970428895993020036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/dietbreaker/14406235428912l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
