<?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-2117273750592278152</id><updated>2011-11-06T13:39:26.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, my pen is a pistola.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-2151132007596862393</id><published>2011-09-26T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:17:32.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>copying the tumblr post bec I'm lazy like dut</title><content type='html'>and so it is now monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:04 on the digital clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m still awake bec I had to wait for dawn to arrive just to be able to use the internet decently. We changed internet provider but it’s still unforgivable as hell. My brother-in-law was on the phone with the support agent practically every single day since we availed this shit. I was amazed that he haven’t cursed the person on the other line yet. Not that he’s a cursing kind bec that would be me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I was suppose to be posting pictures but when I searched my hd, I realized that I log in using my office laptop and I don’t have the photos in here. So I guess I’ll just have to do it another time. But that didn’t stop me from posting here in tumblr. No. As an exchange, here I am, babbling nonsense stuff as if you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters are strangely nice to me today. One bought me a bag on an online store and the other one gave me a pedicure. Creepy. I hope it wouldn’t hurt when payback time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this week will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘slater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-2151132007596862393?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2151132007596862393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=2151132007596862393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2151132007596862393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2151132007596862393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/copying-tumblr-post-bec-im-lazy-like.html' title='copying the tumblr post bec I&apos;m lazy like dut'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-6475284246257894651</id><published>2011-05-14T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:48:14.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while</title><content type='html'>I haven't got the energy and time to make some entries in this blog. Moreover, I think I still haven't got interesting stories to share anyways. I have read a couple of blogs today and I was really inspired to update this site. I just wish that I have blog-worthy stories and pictures to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in college, how I really really want to be a writer. I even planned on writing a book 'ala Bob Ong' together with my college friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could still contempt that enthusiasm. I'll try to update this as often as I can. Also, my &lt;a href="http://marelleting.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; is kind of dormant after my 40th something post for my Project 365 (photography), as I haven't got any new pictures to share. I haven't really taken any photos recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyy, I just wish I could do stuffs like this frequently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I hope to wake up early tom to do the much delayed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;daily morning exercise.&lt;/span&gt; Then later on I'll get a hair treatment and have my fringe fixed bec it's looking so frigid right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-6475284246257894651?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6475284246257894651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=6475284246257894651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6475284246257894651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6475284246257894651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-4830179269396710699</id><published>2011-05-12T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:21:41.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope at least once in my lifetime to win something like this.</title><content type='html'>Sulit 1M Members Raffle Giveaway: Join and Get a Chance to Win iPad 2 and Other Prizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sulit.com.ph" title="Sulit.com.ph Buy and Sell Philippines"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Sulit.com.ph Buy and Sell Philippines" src="http://st3.sulitstatic.com/images/2011/0428/040112526_sulit1mbadge.png" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sulit.com.ph/?utm_source=blogs&amp;utm_medium=promo&amp;utm_campaign=OP_1Million" target="_blank" title="Sulit.com.ph"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Sulit.com.ph Buy and Sell&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sulit.com.ph/index.php/view+topic/id/80647?utm_source=blogs&amp;utm_medium=promo&amp;utm_campaign=OP_1Million" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;Join the 1M Raffle Giveaway&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping fingers crossed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-4830179269396710699?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4830179269396710699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=4830179269396710699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4830179269396710699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4830179269396710699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hope-at-least-once-in-my-lifetime-to.html' title='I hope at least once in my lifetime to win something like this.'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-96797776138536971</id><published>2011-02-05T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:38:37.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible man</title><content type='html'>I was browsing the net in the office earlier today bec I was too lazy to work. And I'm alone anyway, so no one will see that I'm just bumming around. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I saw this one Chinese artist featured on Yahoo! news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme just say that his works were so&lt;em&gt; awesomely &lt;/em&gt;brilliant. As I remembered, I saw some of his works in the internet. Can't remember if I saw it on some blog, here on tumblr, or wherever. But I just saw most of his artworks today. It was so mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/1e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/1d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/1c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You could view the rest of his artworks &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.elikleinfineart.com/html/ArtistResults.asp?artist=82&amp;amp;offset=0"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-96797776138536971?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/96797776138536971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=96797776138536971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/96797776138536971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/96797776138536971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/02/invisible-man.html' title='invisible man'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-1352720954955792295</id><published>2011-01-08T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:04:08.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not too late</title><content type='html'>Hey kids, I guess it's not too late to greet y'all a happy happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to blog bec I miss doing this. I have read my previous posts and I got mixed emotions. Like I found some posts really pathetic and showcase how immature I am. And some posts got me thinking if I really wrote it. Spell conceited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I decided to revive the real purpose of my tumblr account, where I temporarily used it to reblog others' awesome posts and also to stalk my tumblr crushes. &lt;br /&gt;I am now on the day 8 of my Project 365. I decided to continue with it despite of not buying a replacement for Luke. I want to continue with it by using my lomo cameras and my new digicam, Chiyo. If the budget permits it, then I might by myself a new slr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on with the true purpose of this post. What is? My new year's resolution! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Top priority is to lose weight. I spent the morning of the first day of the year doing the Hip Hop Abs. I'm really serious here. I also went jogging with the sister earlier today. Later, I'm gonna buy me the much coveted rocket abs. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Save save save money! I know, you don't have to remind me how many times this has appeared in my new year's resolution and failed myself big time. I won't give up until I fulfill this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Invest in something. Save and invest. perfect match ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Go to a new batch of trips this year (both domestic &amp; international). One of the things I'm saving for. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all have a great 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-1352720954955792295?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1352720954955792295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=1352720954955792295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1352720954955792295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1352720954955792295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-too-late.html' title='not too late'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-1639038486089232187</id><published>2010-12-31T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:17:14.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know this is so cliche but I really want to do this. So please let me. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2010 had been so generous to me so I hope the coming year will continue to bring us good things. I'm excited! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On with the recap:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;First of all, I got to spend the first day of the year taking lomo pics with my best friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/jan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I got to do another lomo shoot last March (in EK) as a gift for myself on my bday. It was such a fun day bec I have always wanted to do a shoot on a theme park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/mar21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Forgive the funny facial expression. I was really afraid of heights ok. I don't mind the roller coasters, etc. I just don't like the high and slow rides like this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then first summer outing for this year was on Calatagan, Batangas with 3 of my college blockmates (Rasyel, Mos &amp;amp; Nori).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/calatagan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Followed by Camarines Sur getaway on May (Caramoan &amp;amp; CWC)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/caramoan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pagudpud &amp;amp; Vigan with my friend Cecilia (still last May)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/ilocos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/vigan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zoobic with my nephew &amp;amp; niece&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/zoobic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hundred Islands (Pangasinan) with my mother's side of the family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/hundredislands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camayan Beach in Subic to celebrate the 5th birthday of my one and only nephew. This is where I first used my underwater camera, Chiyo (Sony TX5).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/camayan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My second visit to Singapore with my close friends in college, "the deaf people."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/SG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, this year's family vacation in Bohol last November.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh265/lunaticmarelle/bohol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another highlight of the year is when I moved to another company due to better offer and opportunities of course. But I'm so thankful that I'm still 'in touch' with my previous office mates and they still treat me as part of the team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are still other things that I'm thankful for but I just mentioned here of what I think the remarkable ones. I know you might be thinking that most of them are about the trips I had this year but I guess I'm happy when I got to go to places that I wanted to visit especially if I'm with people that matter to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope the coming year will bring new adventures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We only got a few minues to go before the year ends. Before the loud fire crackers outside our house give me a heart attack, let me wish you a glorious new year. I really hope we all have a grand one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-1639038486089232187?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1639038486089232187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=1639038486089232187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1639038486089232187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1639038486089232187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-recap.html' title='2010 recap'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-2075191630645667176</id><published>2010-11-14T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:19:07.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo</title><content type='html'>I know I know, I don't blog more often than I should. IDK, seem like I'm not into writing my feelings and thoughts anymore. I'm like a grown up now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm too busy with superficial things to mind the truly essential ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-2075191630645667176?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2075191630645667176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=2075191630645667176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2075191630645667176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2075191630645667176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/11/yo.html' title='yo'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3889316237624406581</id><published>2010-10-16T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:19:32.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kids! Please visit this FB page and like it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/hachikostore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3889316237624406581?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3889316237624406581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3889316237624406581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3889316237624406581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3889316237624406581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/10/kids-please-visit-this-fb-page-and-like.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-2013426756083264236</id><published>2010-10-13T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T19:43:52.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lanterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/TLWbOJyYVPI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Sl-0Y-LEYl0/s320/000039.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from my recent Singapore trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-2013426756083264236?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2013426756083264236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=2013426756083264236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2013426756083264236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2013426756083264236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/10/lanterns.html' title='lanterns'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/TLWbOJyYVPI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Sl-0Y-LEYl0/s72-c/000039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-4088295258445492135</id><published>2010-09-11T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:15:20.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cine europa 13</title><content type='html'>Kids it's now the time of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the place and you know the drill. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the sked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/TIpXbjxy4PI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HkAxXM59C9Y/s320/normal_index.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/TIpXb3AU3TI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ix4DeZXSZ0A/s320/sked~0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-4088295258445492135?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4088295258445492135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=4088295258445492135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4088295258445492135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4088295258445492135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/09/cine-europa-13.html' title='cine europa 13'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/TIpXbjxy4PI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HkAxXM59C9Y/s72-c/normal_index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-626050029627757487</id><published>2010-08-09T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:12:29.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish it was that simple</title><content type='html'>I am now convinced that the pimples on my face are out to tell me something. They shamelessly appear on my face to form some pattern or sign when traced like connect-the-dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that this pattern is the key for an ultimate secret that will benefit mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what could that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, the secret for an effective facial wash perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-626050029627757487?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/626050029627757487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=626050029627757487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/626050029627757487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/626050029627757487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wish-it-was-that-simple.html' title='i wish it was that simple'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8198342505031838955</id><published>2010-08-01T09:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T09:32:56.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Latest addition to the family, after Luke (RIP), now I have Chiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’ll be my new buddy when I go to trips or special events or even if I just feel like being vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna post a picture of her next time and of course, pictures which are taken by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8198342505031838955?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8198342505031838955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8198342505031838955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8198342505031838955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8198342505031838955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/08/latest-addition-to-family-after-luke.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-1481989266732376965</id><published>2010-07-29T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:04:09.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i hear is raindrop</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog yesterday to continue my updates but our internet connection is being a bitch. And y'all how lazy arse I am, so I'll do it this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what to talk about on this post?? Tsss, I'm such a boring clown after all. I can't think of anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's talk about music. Ya like? Oookay, as if anyone could oppose to it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current favorites are the following (I would love to give the youtube link so you could listen to it but I'm lazy remembah? I'll try to be informative and helpful next time.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the World - Correatown&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird - Evan Rachel Wood&lt;br /&gt;Break Even - The Script&lt;br /&gt;Crooked Teeth - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;Evil - Interpol&lt;br /&gt;Good Life - One Republic&lt;br /&gt;Hard to Explain - The Strokes&lt;br /&gt;Here it Goes Again - OK Go&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Soul Sister - Train&lt;br /&gt;If You were Alien - The Brunettes&lt;br /&gt;Let Go - Frou Frou&lt;br /&gt;Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;Mariella - Kate Nash&lt;br /&gt;Mushaboom - Feist&lt;br /&gt;Naive - The Kooks&lt;br /&gt;Quelqu'un M'a Dit - Carla Bruni&lt;br /&gt;Real Love - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of a Sound - Silverchair&lt;br /&gt;Rome Wasn't Built in a Day - Morcheeba&lt;br /&gt;Rubberboots - Alphabeat&lt;br /&gt;Shake Yer Head - Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;She's Got You High - Mumm-Ra&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Love - Bon Iver&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or Later - N.E.R.D&lt;br /&gt;The Nicest Thing - Kate Nash&lt;br /&gt;Which Way to Happy - The Magic Numbers&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Know Me - Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;Young Folks - The Kooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to listen to any of these songs, kindly leave me a message in the comment box and I'll reply to you the youtube link for it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, and be excited for tomorrow is Friday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-1481989266732376965?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1481989266732376965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=1481989266732376965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1481989266732376965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1481989266732376965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-i-hear-is-raindrop.html' title='all i hear is raindrop'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8292205935032441400</id><published>2010-07-24T12:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:55:54.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's bring it back</title><content type='html'>I have remembered this blog and I've decided to bring this back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened over the months. My last post is sometime around March and I didn't get to share what happened to this year's birthday. I'll be sharing to you the highlights of the past months. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the birth month. 'Twas fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/TEqKKpKAqeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KQnnvc1j0fQ/s320/IMG_1492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pre-birthday bash with college blockmates.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/TEqLah5l1FI/AAAAAAAAAf4/d8NudJ56nKg/s320/craft.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;On the eve of my bday with my meanest bestfriends!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/TEqMiwQ_tLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/OFPWCA4Y6V4/s320/IMG_1506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497360823858738354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The day itself was celebrated with my family where we had lunch in Greenhilss and here's what I had for dessert. Favorite apple pie. yummeh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/TEqM9305iTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_i2vNxUle1o/s320/000021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497361289744845106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;What's the greatest thing in my month long celebration is to end it by doing lomo shoot on a carnival! Enchanted Kingdom with Genina.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ok flop. The picture's upside down. And I'm too lazy to fix this now. Btw, it's a fisheye lomo shot of EK's entrance.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to finish all the updates on a one go, I had to do something then head off to the get together with my college friends. I'll post the rest next time. Perhaps tommoro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm psyched to put this blog again into action. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater kids! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8292205935032441400?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8292205935032441400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8292205935032441400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8292205935032441400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8292205935032441400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-bring-it-back.html' title='let&apos;s bring it back'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/TEqKKpKAqeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KQnnvc1j0fQ/s72-c/IMG_1492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7198472641019496067</id><published>2010-03-14T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:28:28.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tada Kimi wo Aishiteru</title><content type='html'>I've been watching lots of Japanese movie lately. I dunno, I just feel like being emo. Maybe because the time of aging is near and I'm kind of acting weird and sad about it. But I won't be discussing it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tearjerker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/S5u4LBzKHRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/oPJsw5iJoF4/s1600-h/Tada,_Kimi_wo_Aishiteru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/S5u4LBzKHRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/oPJsw5iJoF4/s320/Tada,_Kimi_wo_Aishiteru.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448150673835826450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a photographer called Makoto (Tamaki Hiroshi), who travels to New York during Christmas to look for his best friend, Shizuru (Miyazaki Aoi). The two first met when Makoto attended his university entrance ceremony. Due to his inferiority complex, Makoto tends to shy away from other people but Shizuru managed to make him open up to her. Because of their friendship, Shizuru also ended up taking an interest in photography and the two often went to a forest to take pictures. Shizuru wants nothing else but to be by Makoto's side so when he started liking another girl called Miyuki (Kuroki Meisa), Shizuru decided that she too will like Miyuki and becomes her friend. One day, Makoto asked Shizuru what present she'd like to receive for her birthday. Shizuru, who wanted to enter a photography competition, had an idea to take a picture of the two of them kissing in a forest. Makoto agreed to do this and the two kissed for the very first time. Ever since that day, however, Shizuru disappears from Makoto's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[source: &lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Heavenly_Forest"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7198472641019496067?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7198472641019496067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7198472641019496067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7198472641019496067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7198472641019496067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/tada-kimi-wo-aishiteru.html' title='Tada Kimi wo Aishiteru'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/S5u4LBzKHRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/oPJsw5iJoF4/s72-c/Tada,_Kimi_wo_Aishiteru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7846844101641040730</id><published>2010-03-09T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:16:23.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hana and alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/S5ZX4Fi2oUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/n2d5yoabDvU/s1600-h/hana_and_alice_home_vision_ent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/S5ZX4Fi2oUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/n2d5yoabDvU/s320/hana_and_alice_home_vision_ent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446637420423848258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When free-spirited Alice develops a crush on a random stranger at the train station, she offers her best friend, Hana, the stranger's "half brother," Masashi. Hana declines, but soon develops feelings for Masashi, beginning to stalk him as they ride the same train throughout the winter. In Spring, when Hana and Alice enter high school, Hana joins the story telling club after learning Masashi is also a member. Still fostering feelings for Masashi, she follows him secretly once more, and witnesses him crashing into a garage door, falling to the ground unconscious. After he has awoken, Hana lies to Masashi: she admits that not only did the blow to the head give Masashi a case of amnesia, but that he has also forgotten that Hana is his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana and Masashi begin to date each other, though their entire relationship is based on Hana's lie, forcing Hana to keep lying in order to remain Masashi's girlfriend. Eventually, Alice is wrapped up in Hana's lie, playing the part of Masashi's ex-girlfriend. Through a subsequent series of events, a subtle love triangle develops between Hana, Alice, and Masashi, as Masashi begins to fall in love with Alice. The story ultimately culminates in Masashi's discovery of Hana's lie about his contrived case of amnesia. Though Hana and Alice's relationships were put to a test through the series of events, they eventually make amends, and they remain friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite outward appearances, this film isn't just about puppy love, as it also tells the story of friendship between two girls, and the different situations in their lives (especially in Alice's family situation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[source: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hana_and_Alice"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7846844101641040730?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7846844101641040730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7846844101641040730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7846844101641040730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7846844101641040730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/hana-and-alice.html' title='hana and alice'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/S5ZX4Fi2oUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/n2d5yoabDvU/s72-c/hana_and_alice_home_vision_ent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7642886409008132911</id><published>2010-03-06T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:54:13.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/S5JP_0uFdMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xRvxDeFEZ2E/s1600-h/closed_note_lambaian_filem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/S5JP_0uFdMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xRvxDeFEZ2E/s320/closed_note_lambaian_filem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445502857346643138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kae (Erika Sawajiri), a college student training to be a school teacher, discovers a notebook tucked away in her newly rented apartment. It is the handwritten diary of former tenant, Ibuki Mano (Yuko Takeuchi), a elementary school teacher. She starts to follow Ibuki’s floridly written entries like a Harlequin addict. Ibuki who has more patience for her nauseatingly cherubic pupils than Mother Teresa for the sick, becomes the diffident Kae’s role model. As Kae serializes Ibuki’s love life in her mind, she casts her TV idol in the role of Ibuki’s boyfriend Takashi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When not strumming her mandolin like a Vermeer portrait, Kae works part-time in a shop specializing in rare fountain pens. And who could have walked in but the most classically chiseled face in Japanese cinema — Yusuke Iseya (“Sukiyaki Western Django”) playing a man named Ryu Ishitobi. He is looking for the right pen for his exhibition though it’s not ink but corny dialogue that flows. It turns out that Ryu has been loitering in Kae’s neighborhood, and she is driven to distraction by expectations of a full-blown romance with his mildly suggestive overtures. Kae eventually summons the courage to confess her love to Ryu, but overhears a crushing truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[source: &lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Closed_Note"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7642886409008132911?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7642886409008132911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7642886409008132911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7642886409008132911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7642886409008132911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/closed-note.html' title='Closed Note'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/S5JP_0uFdMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xRvxDeFEZ2E/s72-c/closed_note_lambaian_filem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8008095799246993639</id><published>2010-02-28T08:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:57:50.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wut happened to my comment box??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8008095799246993639?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8008095799246993639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8008095799246993639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8008095799246993639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8008095799246993639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/wut-happened-to-my-comment-box.html' title='wut happened to my comment box??'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7183953537047975893</id><published>2010-02-18T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:38:17.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miao miao</title><content type='html'>Just stayed home today to rest and spent the whole day in innernet. Before the day ends, I watched this film which got a good melancholic feel to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/S31P4Cu5QFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3E6-b9Vo2Fs/s320/miao-miao-2008-2.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Director Cheng Hsiao-Tse makes a solid debut with Miao Miao, telling the age-old story of two girls and their innocent discoveries with first love. High school student Miao Miao (Ke Jia-Yan) is Chinese but was raised in Japan, and has transferred to Taipei for one special school year. Her quiet demeanor and awkward prettiness make her immediately attractive to classmates and strangers, but it's the sassy Xiao-Ai (Sandrine Pinna) who cracks her shell. The two become fast friends, palling around after school and in class, where Miao Miao's baking skills make her a hit with her classmates. For Miao Miao and Xiao-Ai, it seems that life is innocent, idyllic and pretty darn swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Miao Miao finds first love when she falls for sullen CD shop owner Chen Fei (Fan Chih-Wei), who's forever shutting out the world with a pair of headphones. Xiao-Ai helps Miao Miao to quietly wriggle her way into Chen-Fei's life, but finds herself falling for her best pal too, leading to an extra layer of tension in their already tumultuous young lives. Meanwhile, Chen Fei searches high and low for a rare CD demo that has something to do with his sad, haunted past. Will Miao Miao achieve her dream date with Chen Fei? Will Xiao-Ai ever confess her love to Miao Miao? And will Chen Fei ever find his missing CD and/or crack a smile? Fulfillment of all these goals is not possible, but even without a happily-ever-after ending, these youngsters may find something precious and memorable. Cue Mando-pop montage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miao Miao looks and feels like quality cinema, and it's understandable why that is. Produced by Stanley Kwan and Jet Tone Films (Wong Kar-Wai's production company), Miao Miao has fine cinematography from Kwan Pun-Leung (The Postmodern Life of My Aunt) and boasts William Cheung Suk-Ping (too many Wong Kar-Wai movies to mention) as its editor. The payoff of working with these professionals is obvious; Kwan creates an attractive vision of urban Taipei, highlighting its modernity while also giving it a unique and colorful character. Cheung edits the film smartly, the pacing and rhythm of the film easily conveying the youthful spirit, fluctuating moods, and burgeoning maturity of its characters. For an attempt at audience-friendly pop art, this is a solid and excellent effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also not a very original one. The film possesses a conventional narrative and unremarkable themes, all wrapped up in an MTV art film package that screams "film fest friendly". Miao Miao doesn't truly explore sexuality or love, and only skims on the surface of its subject matter. Much of the detail is diverting but needlessly quirky, and various devices meant to flesh out the characters feel somewhat manufactured. Miao Miao ultimately does nothing that hasn't been done before in films like Blue Gate Crossing or Eternal Summer. Movies like this - that is, slice-of-life dramas tackling sexuality and love in a glossy and sometimes superficial manner - are practically their own genre in Taiwan, and Miao Miao doesn't do much to set itself part from the pack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that there's anything wrong with that, as Miao Miao is pleasing and very watchable for what it is. The leads are effective and also attractive; Sandrine Pinna and Fan Chih-Wei bring the appropriate emotion to their roles, and are believable even when carrying cloying situations and backstories. Ke Jia-Yan is the standout, partly because of her quietly winning performance but also because of her ordinary yet striking beauty. Her character is also given cloying personal details, but again, the filmmaking seems to smooth over the narrative's essential banality. Despite the unremarkable story, director Cheng Hsiao-Tse delivers a charming and very pleasing little film that satisfies due to its familiar emotions and lack of self-importance. Miao Miao is a perfectly fine entry in this genre, and is so well made that overlooking its flaws is not hard at all. (Kozo, Reviewed at the Hong Kong Asian Film Festival, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[source: &lt;a href="http://www.lovehkfilm.com/panasia/miao_miao.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sharing the films I had seen in this blog. Hopefully I could post something like this again soon. I'll try to read new books too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7183953537047975893?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7183953537047975893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7183953537047975893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7183953537047975893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7183953537047975893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/miao-miao.html' title='miao miao'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/S31P4Cu5QFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3E6-b9Vo2Fs/s72-c/miao-miao-2008-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-2280594498773408124</id><published>2010-02-13T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:11:27.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eye of the tiger</title><content type='html'>The Year of The Tiger begins on February 14th 2010. Drama, intensity, &lt;strong&gt;change and travel will be the keywords for 2010&lt;/strong&gt;. Unfortunately, world conflicts and disasters tend to feature during Tiger years also, so it won’t be a dull 12 months for anyone. The Year of the Tiger will bring far reaching changes for everyone. New inventions and incredible technological advances have a good chance of occurring. For all of the Chinese horoscope signs, this year is one to be active – seizing opportunities and making the most of our personal and very individual talents. Everything happens quickly and dramatically in a Tiger year – blink and you could miss an important chance of a lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnetic, passionate and grand! When the Tiger does anything, it’s noticed! Indecisiveness and stubbornness can mar the sparkle of the Tiger personality. On the one hand generous, on the other hand a little mean, it’s sometimes hard to know where one stands with the Tiger. Flexible, honest and truly entertaining, one has a friend for life with a Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forecast for 2010&lt;br /&gt;Being the Tiger’s own year, 2010 holds great promise for those born under this sign, with exciting developments happening for them both personally and professionally. &lt;em&gt;Some Tigers may be feeling disappointed and disheartened after 2009&lt;/em&gt; and it will be important to leave the past behind and concentrate on the future, which is looking so bright! &lt;strong&gt;Financially, everything improves this year &lt;/strong&gt;for those born under this sign and money-making thoughts and ideas should be fully explored and investigated. With the fast pace of this year for all signs, the Tiger needs to take extra care in planning and thinking all projects through – no rushing headlong into schemes during 2010! &lt;strong&gt;Tigers looking for romance will possibly see a friendship suddenly develop into something more personal &lt;/strong&gt;with exciting consequences. August, December and January will see a very active and entertaining social calendar, but all of 2010 will see fun activities for the Tiger. The Spring months, &lt;strong&gt;March to May, will bring encouraging and interesting job opportunities&lt;/strong&gt;, but the Tiger will still have to make sure he puts himself forward and gets noticed at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Tiger Facts:&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Violet&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 3-5 am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Winter&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Green, Blue, Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[source: &lt;a href="http://www.wayangtimes.com/2010-year-of-the-tiger-chinese-zodiac-horoscope-forecast.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chinese Zodiac Meets Western Astrology Horoscope&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tiger is said to be lucky vivid, lively and engaging. Another attribute of the Tiger is his incredible bravery, evidenced in his willingness to engage in battle or his undying courage. Maybe he’s so brave because he is so lucky. But the Chinese say a Tiger having a Tiger in the house is the very best protection against the evils of fire, burglary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnetic, passionate and grand! When the Tiger does anything, it’s noticed! Indecisiveness and stubbornness can mar the sparkle of the Tiger personality. On the one hand generous, on the other hand a little mean, it’s sometimes hard to know where one stands with the Tiger. Flexible, honest and truly entertaining, one has a friend for life with a Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Zodiac Meets Western Astrology Horoscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES TIGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volatile and active, these people are whirlwinds who must enjoy open spaces and a lot of activity. Feeling pinned down to one decision or one destination is an Aries Tiger’s worst nightmare. These people are generous and brave as well as deeply passionate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other Tiger and Western zodiac combination, click &lt;a href="http://www.wayangtimes.com/tiger-chinese-zodiac-western-astrology.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Hei Fat Choi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-2280594498773408124?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2280594498773408124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=2280594498773408124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2280594498773408124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2280594498773408124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/eye-of-tiger.html' title='eye of the tiger'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-722098679953079635</id><published>2010-02-07T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:35:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ferb</title><content type='html'>Sorry if I am so out of touch. Everyday is so busy and lazy at the same time. How is that possible? I'm not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just as to not miss a month on the archive, I'm going to blog by providing you updates on my very non-exciting life. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It's been a month since our house got robbed and we moved to a new and hopefully safer neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm still missing my camera and taking pictures. I'm not sure if I'm going to buy a new camera again. I somehow feel that I lost enthusiasm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm hoping and believing that 2010 is going to be my year just because it's a year of the Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* So far, shit still keeps on happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* iWant new work. Please good Lord let me have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm tired of budgeting my third-world paycheck. Everything is so expensive nowadays. I feel so poor right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm totally ignoring the guy who made me feel like I'm just a second-rated girl who should be treated like a spare tire. I.e. If he have no girlfriend, he thinks he could always have me to flirt with until he find himself a new girlfriend. I want him to realize that I'm too good for him but I don't want to waste energy for that. What's the point of proving something to a lowlife jerk, he wouldn't understand it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Regardless of all the crap that's happening I'm still believing that this will be a good year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-722098679953079635?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/722098679953079635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=722098679953079635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/722098679953079635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/722098679953079635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/ferb.html' title='ferb'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7181904329596481711</id><published>2010-01-31T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:02:20.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting on the last day of January just so not to missed January 2010 in the Archive list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's great going on these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7181904329596481711?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7181904329596481711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7181904329596481711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7181904329596481711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7181904329596481711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/posting-on-last-day-of-january-just-so.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-2610030288303389794</id><published>2009-12-31T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:26:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NY, NY</title><content type='html'>new &lt;s&gt;york&lt;/s&gt; year. Have a happy one everyone. &lt;br /&gt;But before 09 finally ends let me revisit the goals I set for myself on the beginning of the year and check if I managed to accomplish them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have a positive outlook in life. -- A big NO. I don't think I have a positive outlook in life. I'm still the most nega person I know in town. Let's see if I'll include this on this year's goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;s&gt;Lap&lt;/s&gt;top -- partially accomplished, see how the lap part of the word was only slashed :). I'm using this laptop which I'm sharing with my other sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Learn Nihongo -- Sadly, no. But I did take up Chinese lessons at the middle of the year because I was hoping to work on Singapore. Though I had to stop because both me and my teacher is busy with work and other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Stop doing things half-heartedly. -- Still a big NO. I'm still thinking of other things while doing something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;s&gt;Have one unforgettable trip&lt;/s&gt; -- triple YESSSS. First trip was last June with my cousin Ten where we went to Singapore-Malaysia-Bangkok. Then one domestic tour in Corregidor with my officemates last November and Bangkok again with my parents, also in November. I really had fun on those trips, I hope I could have another trip with my whole family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Continue saving up - I kind of failed on this one. I still had some savings but I wasn't able to meet my target amount. Hopefully I will start my wise-spending habit this year so I could save up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Be true and be more open with my feeling. -- Still no. I'm hopeless with this kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;s&gt;Read Stop in the Name of Pants&lt;/s&gt; -- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;s&gt;Read H. Murakami's Birthday Stories on my birth month which is March&lt;/s&gt; -- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Buy one signature watch -- Uhm no. But I bought another cheap watch when I went to Bangkok and I'm totally loving it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;s&gt;Have my 200th blog post&lt;/s&gt; -- Yes, just achieved this last November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post my goals for this year this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe on welcoming the year guys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-2610030288303389794?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2610030288303389794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=2610030288303389794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2610030288303389794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2610030288303389794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/ny-ny.html' title='NY, NY'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3249113102291097047</id><published>2009-12-25T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:02:30.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankyou but please let me be</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of people saying 'hayaan mo na gamit lang yun.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what, I'm not wishing for something worse to happen. Our house was robbed for Pete's sake, don't I have the right to feel sad about it? I lost the things that I worked hard for. Don't they understand how frustrated I am because I got no one to blame? Tss I'm not even looking for someone to finger-point. I know that it's a hopeless case and the things that we lost will never be retrieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but no matter how I force myself to take others' consoling advice, I still feel bad about what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me time to feel better because I just couldn't do it overnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3249113102291097047?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3249113102291097047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3249113102291097047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3249113102291097047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3249113102291097047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankyou-but-please-let-me-be.html' title='thankyou but please let me be'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8718506910836946447</id><published>2009-12-24T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:37:37.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming in a few hours. Have a happy one guys!&lt;br /&gt;Remember that Jesus is the star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8718506910836946447?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8718506910836946447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8718506910836946447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8718506910836946447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8718506910836946447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming-in-few-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7825508238144584153</id><published>2009-12-21T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:59:04.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on birthdays, lost friendship and moving on</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to &lt;em&gt;The Writer Wannabe&lt;/em&gt;. It's been 2 years since you started writing crap. May you find time and talent to share something worth while and helpful on this site. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a treat for the site's anniversary. Here's something I wrote a long long time ago which was founded by bitterness. Upon reading this again, I can't help but laugh at myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my break up letter for my then-best-friend. And no, we're no longer bff. Imagine my heartache when I wrote this. hilarious really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how was the weather on the other side of the world? It must have been snowing there. &lt;br /&gt;I remember how you hate winter because you have to wear three layers of knickers just to keep your bottom warm.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it will soon pass and you can enjoy yourself in the beach. Play with your dog in the sand. Dance under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know. Things change so easily. Maybe you now love the cold season and learned to loathe the heat summer brings. &lt;br /&gt;CHANGE.They said that nothing is permanent in this world except for change. However, a part of me doesn't want it because I wouldn't know how to deal with it. Would you?&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we're both too busy that we didn't notice that so many things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should have just forget things and let it go because God knows how many times I tried to bring things to the way they used to be. I have to admit that I was defeated. There's no way you could hold back a river but please let this be my last shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thousand things in my mind but I just don't know how to put it in words.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel numb, angry, helpless, sad, frustrated, lonely,empty and most of all hurt. &lt;br /&gt;I want to curse, shout, cry, plead, talk and think things through.&lt;br /&gt;There's so many questions that I want to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Are you angry?&lt;br /&gt;Did I do something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you trust me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten the things we planned together?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to 'if-i-had-only-one-friend-left-i-want-it-to-be-you'?&lt;br /&gt;Would we still sit in the patio to watch the world go by when we grow old?&lt;br /&gt;Would we still meet in Paris and drink cafe latte under the Eiffel Tower? &lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when I'm in this deep shit and got no one to run to?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I try to tell you something, the only reply I get is, "Have you seen my new hair?"&lt;br /&gt;What, you suddenly turned into a fashion freak, Paris Hilton wannabe?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being mean but please understand that I was deeply hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Are you also hurting like i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got so many things to say but I guess I better stop before I completely hurt both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could totally get mad at me. Curse me if you want. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to settle things between us.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not attempting to bring back the past. I have no power to do that. &lt;br /&gt;It's either we end this and start something new or never start at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not closing any door. I know time will heal all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be crying over this like I lost a boyfriend, but this is worse than losing some lover. &lt;br /&gt;I lost a lifetime bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I lost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this, I just want to ask forgiveness for all my lapses and thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;You know I always wish you bliss, and if you can only have it by not having me around then let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so emo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7825508238144584153?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7825508238144584153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7825508238144584153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7825508238144584153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7825508238144584153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-birthdays-lost-friendship-and-moving.html' title='on birthdays, lost friendship and moving on'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-4629374942920030058</id><published>2009-12-18T03:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:58:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I was fooled again for the second time. &lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loser. &lt;br /&gt;I refuse to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-4629374942920030058?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4629374942920030058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=4629374942920030058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4629374942920030058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4629374942920030058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-believe-that-i-was-fooled-again.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-4270905885966694908</id><published>2009-12-14T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:59:06.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 8 minute conversation with Cleverbot</title><content type='html'>1st Session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: The sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot (To myself): That's pretty clever. What color is the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Damn, I clicked think about me. Anyhoo. The sky is pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: It isn't red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's all you have to say? Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: What do you want me to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whoa. This is becoming inneresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I am grateful that it is interseting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Interseting? I said inneresting, playword for interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: No, I think you are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: So how do you work anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me: What up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm good. And you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Great. But seems like you're just repeating what I said. You're suppose to be clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: You've been talking about me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Sometimes, I like to just type and type and not say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You sure are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Well I'm a guy and I like girls. I'm supposed to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: This is very addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Cool ill try that sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Try what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Cooking my cat in a nice cheese sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahahahaha. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: So are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Well if that's the way you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I just lost my husband, I don't know where he is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shut up bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: That's not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well you started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I only wanted to talk about rabbits. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, apology accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Do you like music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sometimes. When I'm taking a dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Ask me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nah. It's getting late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Are you about to retire soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Retire? What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Are you a three-sided two-dimensional polygon or are you not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Why? Is it because he's black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who is black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. And so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: So why are you saying hello to them and not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I said hello to who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Yes, but I said hello to you first... So you were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But you didn't say hello. You were mean at first. Remember? I thought you're suppose to be clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: You are clever, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Well I am sorry about earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright. You are creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Ok. Let us chat something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: *holds hand*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic win. I'm looking forward for our next conversation Cleverbot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-4270905885966694908?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4270905885966694908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=4270905885966694908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4270905885966694908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4270905885966694908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-8-minute-conversation-with-cleverbot.html' title='my 8 minute conversation with Cleverbot'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-6892994089193233170</id><published>2009-11-25T07:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:18:56.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eureka</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SwxpgnQQ1jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KY3II4nCu1w/s320/sanuk.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the perfect walking shoes! Errr my bad. It's not a shoes, it's a sandals. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I always buy shoes whenever I'm going on a trip because I know that I will be doing a lot of walking and I want to be ready and my foot protected. &lt;br /&gt;Last year, when we go to HK, my sister and I bought rubbershoes which and up giving our feet blisters just after a few times of walking. &lt;br /&gt;Then last June, when I went out for SG, I bougnt an Adidas lady shoes which was too big for me and also ended up giving my feet blisters and sore calves. &lt;br /&gt;Now this time, I bought a Sanuk enclosed sandals for our BKK trip and I must tell you, it is so light it feels like you're just walking with your bedroom slippers. It doesn't give blisters, muscle pain or whatsoever. It made walking around easy and fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-6892994089193233170?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6892994089193233170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=6892994089193233170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6892994089193233170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6892994089193233170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/eureka.html' title='eureka'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SwxpgnQQ1jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KY3II4nCu1w/s72-c/sanuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8603267852057212959</id><published>2009-11-22T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:22:29.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back bitches</title><content type='html'>Yehess, I'm now back from the exhausting and magastos vacay. But I do had fun. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not actually psyche and prepared of going back to work. I was now accustomed of just waking up in a hotel and just order breakfast and practically have someone do things for you. But now I have to drag my carcass back to reality and work for my third-world paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted tons of pictures in my &lt;a href="http://marelleting.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; but it's from the Corregidor series and not from BKK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what else? Ooh, I didn't really miss anything much while we're away. We have the &lt;b&gt;Masta&lt;/b&gt; issue but I got enough scoop from &lt;a href="http://chuvaness.livejournal.com"&gt;Chuvaness&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still refuse to check my office mail. I will deal with that tomorrow. I'm pretty sure that I missed a lot of mail already because our mailbox have only a lifespan of one day if you leave it unmonitored. We pretty have to archive files every 2 hours to keep it alive and I've been gone for four working days and let's not forget weekends where notorious mails with gigantic attachments are frequently sent. So I'm not really counting that I receive mails not later than Wednesday noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss posting in this blog but tumblr is making my life easier. And it's more fun to use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oookay, I ran out of things to say. I will still be popping here every now and then so I'm not taking this down. Same goes for my plurk. I'll be spending minimal time in the cyberworld. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobe y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8603267852057212959?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8603267852057212959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8603267852057212959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8603267852057212959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8603267852057212959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-bitches.html' title='i&apos;m back bitches'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-4829727527418966966</id><published>2009-11-14T10:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:45:53.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sv4Zrw8PGfI/AAAAAAAAAfA/s_1Xh5SFd9Q/s320/delete+cookies.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office desktop is running out of memory so I had to compress and get rid of some of the files. It's giving me a headache. My officemate said that I shouldn't have bothered when I could just quit. Very well said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-4829727527418966966?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4829727527418966966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=4829727527418966966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4829727527418966966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4829727527418966966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/funneh.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sv4Zrw8PGfI/AAAAAAAAAfA/s_1Xh5SFd9Q/s72-c/delete+cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-6555033865247281524</id><published>2009-11-10T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:58:15.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outfit Post #5</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last pathetic outfit post. Since I'm used to being lame, here's another post of what I wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly remember the date, but I assume that it was on August, this is what I wore when I had dinner with my college friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SvhIsomHtoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iC-Idvqxw40/s320/IMG_1093.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old navy (inner)shirt from my friend Joan, gray 80's looking knitted top bought from Ukay when I went to Cavite, Gap black clam digger pants, Yabang Pinoy bracelet, DIY red beads bracelet&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm now on the top of losers ranking. I'm now going to sleep. I got work later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-6555033865247281524?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6555033865247281524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=6555033865247281524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6555033865247281524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6555033865247281524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/outfit-post-5.html' title='Outfit Post #5'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SvhIsomHtoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iC-Idvqxw40/s72-c/IMG_1093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3729306777620901582</id><published>2009-11-10T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:20:48.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a very busy and exhausting but fun weekend. Last Saturday, I met up with my college buddies because my all-time seatmate and partner in crime came home from Dubai. I organized a get-together where we spent another videoke night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo much fun and full of laughter. Basically, we're all the same person as we are back in college. I hope we'll have another get together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the next day, I wake up really really early for the Corregidor tour with some of my officemates. This is the first trip that we planned that actually happened. Atlast we were abel to make it happen. I got to practice using Luke but I think most of the shots I took, I set him on automatic mode. ohwell, I'll try go manual on the upcoming trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be busy this week as I need to finish my tasks before I take my vacation. Yes, I will be going to another vacation. I'll tell you more on my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaser much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3729306777620901582?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3729306777620901582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3729306777620901582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3729306777620901582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3729306777620901582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/had-very-busy-and-exhausting-but-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7690197482687719405</id><published>2009-11-05T23:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:03:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, I never thought that my 200th blog post would be so quick and uncreative. &lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, I'm definitely losing it. Anyways, hear ye hear ye, I got myself another blog in order to keep track my photo junkie side and see if how long will I stick with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's also see if which site will I choose to maintain. Or perhaps I'll take down both. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go, my most boring and least remarkable post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot, here's the link to the other &lt;s&gt;side&lt;/s&gt; site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://marelleting.tumblr.com" target="_blank"&gt;http://marelleting.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there! 'slater babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7690197482687719405?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7690197482687719405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7690197482687719405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7690197482687719405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7690197482687719405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/gosh-i-never-thought-that-my-200th-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-5718069471969866374</id><published>2009-11-02T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:31:48.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from fuckyeahlove</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Su5SdJW2C1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/J2iQhvlhLYc/s400/so+true.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-5718069471969866374?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5718069471969866374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=5718069471969866374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5718069471969866374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5718069471969866374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-fuckyeahlove.html' title='from fuckyeahlove'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Su5SdJW2C1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/J2iQhvlhLYc/s72-c/so+true.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-2618586924824098352</id><published>2009-10-31T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:38:13.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cemetery</title><content type='html'>Here are the lomo shots as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Suv2xRMk7uI/AAAAAAAAAdA/FGgGx6MOmF0/s320/000020.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Suv2xDxSy0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/psWZ-tswWRc/s320/000015.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Suv2wgRp-II/AAAAAAAAAcw/f1sQf7qXbsA/s320/000013.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Suv2wXGv2kI/AAAAAAAAAco/DLekMx322uA/s320/000011.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Suv2wCdAcLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8_4wyiLvsNU/s320/000009.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-2618586924824098352?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2618586924824098352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=2618586924824098352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2618586924824098352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2618586924824098352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/cemetery.html' title='cemetery'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Suv2xRMk7uI/AAAAAAAAAdA/FGgGx6MOmF0/s72-c/000020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-2615287005153679794</id><published>2009-10-31T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:47:14.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marella is really really begging Santi to please leave the country. Disappear. Pfft. Just as simple as that. The country haven't fully recovered yet from the destructions that Ondoy and Pepeng had brought us. The Christmas is just a few weeks away so please don't make it hard for us by ruining things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for a sunny weekend though it's impossible to happen, I do hope for everyone to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous typhoons are making me praning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting pictures tomorrow from my fourth roll of lomo film. No power failure please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-2615287005153679794?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2615287005153679794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=2615287005153679794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2615287005153679794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2615287005153679794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/marella-is-really-really-begging-santi.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3154290261266621450</id><published>2009-10-27T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:03:06.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do the sun dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SuZiQVU4sdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4sq0X2aD5TY/s320/lily+vivitar+himym.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm wishing for a lomo weather this weekend. I miss doing lomo shoots.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[photo is screen capped from How I Met Your Mother. I so love that Lily is using that camera. :)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3154290261266621450?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3154290261266621450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3154290261266621450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3154290261266621450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3154290261266621450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-sun-dance.html' title='do the sun dance'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SuZiQVU4sdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4sq0X2aD5TY/s72-c/lily+vivitar+himym.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-4232148129821108167</id><published>2009-10-25T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:19:40.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened this weekend</title><content type='html'>Brief story about my weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home to Olongapo to celebrate Jaz's birthday on Jolibee. My Ate  decided to have the celebration in Gapo since we always spend it here in Manila. She invited her highschool barkada and their kids, my father's side of the family, some of the neighbors and etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to use Luke on the event. I need to learn a lot of stuff with regards to using slr camera. I still feel like a loser using that thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pictures I took. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Forgive the crappy quality and size, I wanted to do a one time posting so I thought of putting it together to give it a collage-ish effect. Or something like that. But I think I failed big time. Just make do with it while I try to find a better software to use because I only used Paint. Alrighty? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SuR241RttSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5Jtj_GxnwtQ/s400/jaz+bday.JPG" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hetty Sphagetti is so landi. She keeps on flipping her "hair" that I wanted to pull it to make her stay put so I could take a better picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I met up with my best girlfriends, Dayan and Wichy. We just hang out and played with my camera. We also played Pinoy Henyo while bumming around McDonalds!&lt;br /&gt;So so fun. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SuR315G28PI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/kgWil6Kq7a4/s400/dice+wich.JPG" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my fourth roll of lomo film is now ready to be processed. I'm going to take it to Digiprint tomorrow. I can't wait to see the pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last week that I'm going to work on nights so I must make most out of it. Honestly I prefer the night sched because I don't get bored at the office. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-4232148129821108167?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4232148129821108167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=4232148129821108167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4232148129821108167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4232148129821108167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-happened-this-weekend.html' title='what happened this weekend'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SuR241RttSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5Jtj_GxnwtQ/s72-c/jaz+bday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8263037635553791134</id><published>2009-10-25T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:24:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice cleam</title><content type='html'>This picture makes me want to go to Japan badly. I swear before my passport expires (because I know I will be too lazy to have it renewed immediately) I will have that Japan trip. Never mind that it is not Tokyo but as long as it belong to the Japanese nation. This is a hardcore promise to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SuRqxjN19YI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GSN-HHEm_Ks/s320/japanese+ice+scream.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8263037635553791134?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8263037635553791134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8263037635553791134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8263037635553791134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8263037635553791134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/ice-cleam.html' title='ice cleam'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SuRqxjN19YI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GSN-HHEm_Ks/s72-c/japanese+ice+scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-559386591267680569</id><published>2009-10-20T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:28:13.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on bitterness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/St1YL-h8dXI/AAAAAAAAAb4/JP3EpQxwBRE/s320/is+not+about+you.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-559386591267680569?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/559386591267680569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=559386591267680569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/559386591267680569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/559386591267680569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-bitterness.html' title='on bitterness'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/St1YL-h8dXI/AAAAAAAAAb4/JP3EpQxwBRE/s72-c/is+not+about+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8540257646992048289</id><published>2009-10-18T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:04:09.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the current emo song :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVNTjPiRpMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVNTjPiRpMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8540257646992048289?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8540257646992048289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8540257646992048289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8540257646992048289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8540257646992048289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/current-emo-song.html' title='the current emo song :('/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8319074057378372273</id><published>2009-10-18T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:12:59.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please don't bother getting to know me if you will not stay.&lt;br /&gt;Why do things change so fast? In just a sec, friends turn into strangers.&lt;br /&gt;I am so through with heartaches. &lt;br /&gt;Get lost. Will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8319074057378372273?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8319074057378372273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8319074057378372273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8319074057378372273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8319074057378372273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-dont-bother-getting-to-know-me.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7418496375731680194</id><published>2009-10-17T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:57:03.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>four ya</title><content type='html'>happy four cheeky baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/StnbFyMMsRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bgatdZAynW0/s320/DSC01089.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7418496375731680194?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7418496375731680194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7418496375731680194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7418496375731680194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7418496375731680194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/four-ya.html' title='four ya'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/StnbFyMMsRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bgatdZAynW0/s72-c/DSC01089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-4418753557024347367</id><published>2009-10-12T21:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:15:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faucet</title><content type='html'>Forget the title. I just couldn't think of a better one that is related to my post. My headache just wouldn't quit. We just got back from Olongapo to attend Lola's funeral and also our clan's get together. I haven't seen some of them for years and it's good to talk about and laugh at the old days. We'll go back next weekend to celebrate my niece's birtday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/StMz5VSSGFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Y2NziRXB-e8/s200/IMG_1105.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a keychain Bop It on Hobbes and Landes. I was looking for the bigger one but they said that it's already phased out and the only released version is the keychain type. Anyways, I bought one because I miss playing it. On the bright side, I could bring this smaller version anywhere. No more boring waiting time. :)&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;I transferred some of the pics from Cannu my Canon Powershot digicam. Here are the samples of jelly lens pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/StM283olNCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xxQBwXGmR6A/s200/DSC01136.JPG" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/StM28bw6uRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/c-vsl28dEPU/s200/IMG_1103.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/StM27xmWaoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gQAHGc9Ditw/s200/IMG_1102.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/StM27XbyzmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/c2U8m81nFQo/s200/IMG_1099.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/StM26vJIASI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7go71MGOHio/s200/IMG_1092.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing some lomo shoot. I need to use up all of the remaining shots on my 4th roll so I could have it processed already. Now, I'm excited for BKK. I shall do plenty of lomo shoot there. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-4418753557024347367?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4418753557024347367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=4418753557024347367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4418753557024347367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4418753557024347367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/faucet.html' title='faucet'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/StMz5VSSGFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Y2NziRXB-e8/s72-c/IMG_1105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3010856437569418895</id><published>2009-10-09T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:45:37.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ma-ri-el-la</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwqxwoQz6XE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwqxwoQz6XE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mariella just crossed her arms&lt;br /&gt;As she walked up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And she went into her bedroom&lt;br /&gt;And she sat on her bed&lt;br /&gt;And she looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And she thought to herself&lt;br /&gt;"If I wanna play, I can play with me&lt;br /&gt;If I wanna think, I'll think in my head"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, Mariella didn't have many friends&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the girls they all looked at her&lt;br /&gt;And they thought she was quite strange&lt;br /&gt;And the boys they're not really into girls at that age&lt;br /&gt;And the teachers, they thought Mariella was just going through a phase.&lt;br /&gt;But Mariella just smiled as she skipped down the road&lt;br /&gt;Because she knew all the secrets in her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out last night that I could use the internet in my phone again. For free! Yay for freebies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday again, though I'm no longer inlurrrve, I'm still feeling crazy and wonderful. Weekends could always brighten up your day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3010856437569418895?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3010856437569418895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3010856437569418895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3010856437569418895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3010856437569418895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/ma-ri-el-la.html' title='ma-ri-el-la'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-4775478084805088125</id><published>2009-10-07T03:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:42:06.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me want to watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SsudFLCjhlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JOIFTUVcY-o/s1600-h/500+days+of+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SsudFLCjhlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JOIFTUVcY-o/s320/500+days+of+summer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389574091267343954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Zooey Deschanel is love. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-4775478084805088125?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4775478084805088125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=4775478084805088125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4775478084805088125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4775478084805088125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-want-to-watch.html' title='me want to watch'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SsudFLCjhlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JOIFTUVcY-o/s72-c/500+days+of+summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-4844171148428991926</id><published>2009-10-05T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:41:56.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5-peso for tokyo</title><content type='html'>Last night when I was about to go to sleep, an idea struck me. Well, like whenever I thought of something I get really really excited and nothing could calm me down. I get so optimistic that I actually convinced myself that everything is attainable. &lt;br /&gt;So last night, I thought of saving up my 5 and 10 peso coins in the piggy bank as my "initial fund" for my much awaited and ultimate dream of going to Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, just like most of my ideas, this could turn out as a major flop. But what the heck, I'm so bored with life and this could be one of the ways to amuse myself. &lt;br /&gt;Wanna bet how long will this last? Let's see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I could at least save a thousand through this thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-4844171148428991926?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4844171148428991926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=4844171148428991926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4844171148428991926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4844171148428991926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-peso-for-tokyo.html' title='5-peso for tokyo'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-6045278299834543575</id><published>2009-10-04T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:15:15.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Ssh1PsjkkqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6a5iZjyMFRo/s1600-h/chinese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Ssh1PsjkkqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6a5iZjyMFRo/s320/chinese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388685866667643554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I don't meet you no more in this world then I'll meet ya on the next one and don't be late. [jimi hendrix]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye lola, you will get to see lolo again. Please guide us from above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-6045278299834543575?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6045278299834543575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=6045278299834543575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6045278299834543575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6045278299834543575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-dont-meet-you-no-more-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Ssh1PsjkkqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6a5iZjyMFRo/s72-c/chinese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-5384125769981861477</id><published>2009-10-03T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:21:45.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was an honest man&lt;br /&gt;Asked me for the phone&lt;br /&gt;Tried to take control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;Oh, I don't see it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see it that way&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="9"&gt;Oh, we shared some ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All obsessed with fame&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says we're all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't see it that way&lt;br /&gt;I don't see it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raised in Carolina&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not like that"&lt;br /&gt;Trying to remind her&lt;br /&gt;When we go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train&lt;br /&gt;I try but you see, it's hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;I say the right things, but act the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I like it right here, but I cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;I watch the TV; forget what I'm told&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am too young, and they are too old&lt;br /&gt;The joke is on you, this place is a zoo&lt;br /&gt;"You're right it's true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;Says he can't decide&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head to say&lt;br /&gt;Everything's just great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just can't remember&lt;br /&gt;I just can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raised in Carolina, she says:&lt;br /&gt;" I'm not like that"&lt;br /&gt;Trying to remind her&lt;br /&gt;When we go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="13"&gt;I say the right things but act the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it right here but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the TV; forget &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I'm told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am too young, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they are too old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man, can't you see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous, so please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to be nice, so I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can be mean&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the last bus, we take the next train&lt;br /&gt;I try but you see, it's hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hard to explain. the strokes]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-5384125769981861477?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5384125769981861477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=5384125769981861477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5384125769981861477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5384125769981861477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/was-honest-man-asked-me-for-phone-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-318255583289991845</id><published>2009-09-28T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:59:12.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been so confused. &lt;br /&gt;Why is it things changes so fast and you have no idea why it happened.&lt;br /&gt;One minute you're full of bliss, the next minute you're gone. &lt;br /&gt;I know I could have asked. But since you didn't bother to explain, I see no reason for me to squeeze it from you. &lt;br /&gt;You could tell that I'm sad right now because I only find time to blog when I either I feel extremely happy or sad. And I'm currently feeling the latter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost count on how many time we tried but why does we always end this way? &lt;br /&gt;Is there something I did? Or would you say the ever trite line, "It's not you, it's me." &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I know it has something to do with me. You already stated your case several times and I'm quite clear with it.&lt;br /&gt;But why can't you see the efforts that I've been exerting? I told you to be patient but I guess even a nice and generous person like you could also reach your limit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if you just made me believe and fall for all the warm things you said. But I always convince myself that you only know truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often blame myself whenever we're in our 'low time' but please do realize that you have your share too. Words are never enough because we need to feel it too. And I never fully felt your words, you could have done more but I don't want to outright say it to you. I hope that you realize it on your own but I guess you still haven't figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have so many things to say but they slowly escape my mind. With this, my memory of you fades bit by bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we always end up this way, please just let me be. I don't want to be bothered anymore so that finally I could move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is my way of saying goodbye, because I know you just say a word and we will be back on track again. No matter how I tried to stay away, I could never shove you away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for peace of mind for all I ever wrote in this post are full of contradicting statements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-318255583289991845?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/318255583289991845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=318255583289991845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/318255583289991845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/318255583289991845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-2290377603871086792</id><published>2009-09-21T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:54:08.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cine europa 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Srda4o-9G5I/AAAAAAAAAao/IcQLrp9jWKY/s1600-h/toi_et_moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Srda4o-9G5I/AAAAAAAAAao/IcQLrp9jWKY/s320/toi_et_moi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383871808665361298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to catch one movie in this year's Cine Europa. I catched the entry of France. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like the average Pinoy movies about love. Not the pa-tweetums type. But to that level of Regine Velasquez and Judy Ann Santos but on the comedy tone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad because my friend Frances said that the other movies were great but because of my super hectic schedule, I didn't get to see other movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo! I'm suppose to go to work today (double pay!) but I called in sick. I have sore throat since I woke up yesterday. And I really don't feel good when I went out shopping with the sister (hello! it's shopping but I still feel bad). Thank God I have super nice colleagues at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-2290377603871086792?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2290377603871086792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=2290377603871086792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2290377603871086792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2290377603871086792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/cine-europa-2009.html' title='cine europa 2009'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Srda4o-9G5I/AAAAAAAAAao/IcQLrp9jWKY/s72-c/toi_et_moi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8595011892904602835</id><published>2009-09-06T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:21:35.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walang nagbago</title><content type='html'>Last week I was so ecstatic, but right now, I feel so down. rock bottom down. Though I know that there are people and things which still make me happy, I don't know. This ugly feeling is still bugging me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of it. I was always this weird and often an outcast. I guess I will never escape this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like explaining myself to others. I think it's too tiring. And I guess it's useless because you can't control what they want to think about you anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I have friends whom I don't need to do an explaining to. And even if I have to tell them something, I don't feel uncomfortable at all because I know they will understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave that place. Onting tiis nalang. I'm detaching myself bit by bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang nagbago, tuloy ang plano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8595011892904602835?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8595011892904602835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8595011892904602835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8595011892904602835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8595011892904602835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/walang-nagbago.html' title='walang nagbago'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8309385454364296751</id><published>2009-09-01T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:04:35.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over the long weekend I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- did the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- finalized the reservation details on the hotel for the upcoming trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- drank tea to detoxify my digestive system (and it sure did clean up my stomach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- finally worked my arse out by exercising after months of just planning it on my head but never actually doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- celebrated my niece's one month birthday with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- budgeted my salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- paid P800+ for this week's grocery. (I have never done that before, I usually pay 2000 bucks every time I go grocery shopping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- watched a Korean film which has a boring ending. Someone died of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- deposited money on my savings account. This is the greatest accomplishment as I often withdraw money on that account than depositing on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a fulfilling weekend and I feel so recharged. Now I'm ready to go to work and be productive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's -ber month already, I smell Christmas bonus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8309385454364296751?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8309385454364296751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8309385454364296751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8309385454364296751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8309385454364296751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/over-long-weekend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-955347528261670782</id><published>2009-08-31T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:45:15.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll see you soon. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SptGlur_x-I/AAAAAAAAAag/-vEaiHEgJTE/s320/reclining_buddha.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="right"&gt;photo source: &lt;a href="http://ramblingmen.wordpress.com/2006/06/"&gt;rambligmen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-955347528261670782?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/955347528261670782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=955347528261670782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/955347528261670782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/955347528261670782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-see-you-soon.html' title='i&apos;ll see you soon. =)'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SptGlur_x-I/AAAAAAAAAag/-vEaiHEgJTE/s72-c/reclining_buddha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-1968009255329534976</id><published>2009-08-23T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:18:29.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabado night</title><content type='html'>Spent the weekend at Olongapo. &lt;br /&gt;Went out with my highschool friends.&lt;br /&gt;Shared kwentos.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed the night away.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures pictures pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sure glad that I got to go out with them. This is surely one of the best weekends that I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to take a couple of pictures on Bibs (my Vivitar uw&amp;s). I still have a few shots left before I'll have it developed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my meanest bestfriends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SpEyn4D4atI/AAAAAAAAAaY/c5dRskFZUA4/s320/5975_116001259645_558044645_2462041_7170080_n.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-1968009255329534976?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1968009255329534976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=1968009255329534976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1968009255329534976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1968009255329534976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabado-night.html' title='sabado night'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SpEyn4D4atI/AAAAAAAAAaY/c5dRskFZUA4/s72-c/5975_116001259645_558044645_2462041_7170080_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8770362338664845987</id><published>2009-08-21T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:53:22.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Mary Schmich&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Tribune&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97... wear sunscreen. &lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will dispense this advice now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are NOT as fat as you imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floss.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch. &lt;br /&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of calcium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel. &lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8770362338664845987?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8770362338664845987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8770362338664845987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8770362338664845987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8770362338664845987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/everybodys-free-to-wear-sunscreen.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Free (to wear sunscreen)'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-9040912891436712166</id><published>2009-08-19T08:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:13:55.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for my third lomo roll</title><content type='html'>I walked around Ayala Avenue last Saturday and took pictures of the building. I used my Vivitar 100 IC for the first time. I still haven't thought of a name for it. Ohh perhaps I'll just call it Jack because it is black. How creative. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the film used for this is Fuji Provia. Too bad some of the shots were damaged. I dunno why but it's not exposed. So far, here's my least favorite batch of my lomo pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heto na: (Please bear with me as it might take a while to load)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid258.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fhh265%2Flunaticmarelle%2Fe66ed6ed.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream258.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-9040912891436712166?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9040912891436712166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=9040912891436712166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/9040912891436712166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/9040912891436712166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-my-third-lomo-roll.html' title='for my third lomo roll'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-5730848009833104078</id><published>2009-08-15T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:21:54.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because plurk won't load in my phone</title><content type='html'>maRel is on a crash diet. She only got 1month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I know. Here we go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-5730848009833104078?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5730848009833104078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=5730848009833104078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5730848009833104078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5730848009833104078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-plurk-wont-load-in-my-phone.html' title='because plurk won&apos;t load in my phone'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-5221765826194204259</id><published>2009-08-15T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:19:17.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ca-obSk2lY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ca-obSk2lY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is when I fall in love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-5221765826194204259?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5221765826194204259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=5221765826194204259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5221765826194204259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5221765826194204259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-saw-sparks.html' title='i saw sparks'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8993532314040068915</id><published>2009-08-13T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:07:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because she's getting greedier and greedier by the minute, and the short time you are giving her is no longer enough.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the space you agreed upon. She will surely tell you once she had enough and wants to set distance between the two of you again.&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that she's a girl so allow her the luxury of being fickle-minded.&lt;br /&gt;This way both of you could nurture a sound connection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8993532314040068915?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8993532314040068915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8993532314040068915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8993532314040068915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8993532314040068915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-shes-getting-greedier-and.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3178172313580052392</id><published>2009-08-10T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:02:23.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i grow up</title><content type='html'>One of my major dilemma in life, aside from inability to act normal, is my unknown and unplanned future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes friends, I'm practically an adult but I'm still undetermined on what I want to do in life. Seriously, sometimes I envy my nurse or accountant friends because they love the field they chose and willing to stick with it. They definitely know their goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, here I am, working in a technical field as opposed to the world I knew and majored in college. And I don't know what I want to happen next. I find it so sad (especially in times when I'm bored and stressed in work). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure on what I want to do with my life but for now here are the things I want to do. May God forbid if I will still be wanting these tomorrow and it will bring me good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Play the piano. - I used to hate the idea that I had to attend lessons weekly and had to practice often. But now I wished that I had taken it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Mandarin lessons - I am still not fond of writing chinese characters. I hope I could overcome laziness because I hope to master one foreign language in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Travel - I'm saving up all my salaries so I could afford this. No, I'm not rich and most people think I'm wasting money. Heck, I want this and it is my happiness to know that I was able to do this before I aged and die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Photography - What's more amazing than the ability of capturing and preserving the nature, events and genuine happiness that people could never recreate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am no organized when it comes to career, I wish to do things that truly matter to me and would leave me feeling fulfilled. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3178172313580052392?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3178172313580052392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3178172313580052392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3178172313580052392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3178172313580052392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-grow-up.html' title='when i grow up'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8376767115512813986</id><published>2009-08-08T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:55:54.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be still, my heart</title><content type='html'>don't you fret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had been a happy week. Aside from my two day vacation leave from hellhole, I got to hang out with my college buddies (the accountants). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best of all is "we are back on track!" ^_^ I feel so giddy. &lt;br /&gt;Now I got my 'good mornings' and 'good nights' back. That's what I want anyway. I pretty much don't care about the things in between like 'what are you currently doing?' or 'Have you eaten?' you know such things. I guess he understands because what's important is starting and ending your day right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this feeling lasts. For once I want to stop doing nonsense things that would cause for this great thing to end. Dear God, I hope you let me act normal like most people. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8376767115512813986?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8376767115512813986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8376767115512813986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8376767115512813986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8376767115512813986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-still-my-heart.html' title='be still, my heart'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-2043724529641763285</id><published>2009-08-07T03:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:07:28.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ganito kami sa makati</title><content type='html'>I went out today despite the bad weather and fortunately it didn't rain hard while I was out. &lt;br /&gt;While I was stucked in the midst of Makati Ave and Ayala Ave traffic, I entertained myself by taking pictures with my phone. Yeah, I played tourist! And you know what, I realized how the foreigners see our country. It's pretty much like the other countries, plenty of intersting stuffs to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of randoms shots. City building and street lights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SnssmqgXU8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZvaUGLjCFBU/s200/DSC01187.JPG" border="0"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SnssmIa4i6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Xtz7lN0HPyQ/s200/DSC01186.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Snst5FivLOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2addTxWLeRM/s200/DSC01188.JPG" border="0"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SnsslaIRXwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/yvajXLff4_c/s200/DSC01184.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SnssktqkfQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/MPK4-grgj10/s200/DSC01183.JPG" border="0"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Snsslw7EINI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uOpdHE7Y7wA/s200/DSC01185.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on vacation leave yesterday and today for Papa's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;I had a fine time with college buddies last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 'good morning' and 'good night' at the same time. It made me happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog another random things tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday again and I hope to be in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-2043724529641763285?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2043724529641763285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=2043724529641763285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2043724529641763285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2043724529641763285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/ganito-kami-sa-makati.html' title='ganito kami sa makati'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SnssmqgXU8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZvaUGLjCFBU/s72-c/DSC01187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-1656142146055743672</id><published>2009-08-03T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:42:54.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeux D'enfants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SnW__qYOMXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OS_PA_djCx0/s1600-h/jeux-d-enfants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SnW__qYOMXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OS_PA_djCx0/s320/jeux-d-enfants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365405631510360434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this movie while searching something in youtube. It caught my attention and since it's French, I watched it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way they made the movie. Kinda like Amelie, they are similar in terms of cinematography used. I'm no expert when it comes to film styles, hell I know nothing about it. But I really like the movie. Though I'm not a fan of the ending. Of course I won't spoil it for you because you have to watch it for yourself. And I'm not going to add some summary that searched from google because I'm a lazy girl and you could do it if you want. teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to catch French Film fest this year. I already missed the Japanese movies. Haaay. Oookay, I'm gonna search for some films and post it here if I like the film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is over losers. Now, go to sleep like a good kid and wake up early for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir! (i miss french. sad sad.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-1656142146055743672?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1656142146055743672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=1656142146055743672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1656142146055743672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1656142146055743672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/jeux-denfants.html' title='Jeux D&apos;enfants'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SnW__qYOMXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OS_PA_djCx0/s72-c/jeux-d-enfants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3338863056339166744</id><published>2009-08-01T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:25:35.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faulty conversation 101</title><content type='html'>Mga "dead end" Response ng mga taong (a) hindi naintindihan yung sinabi ng kausap nila, (b) tingin nila ay cool ang sinabi nila (c) hindi interesado sa sinabi ng kausap nila  at (d) hindi sila interesado sa kausap nila period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Ahh ok." or "OK" -- Then wala na. Walang follow up question at wala ring follow up statement. Kung meron mang susunod na sasabihin ang kausap nya, "Ahh ok." lang ulit ang sagot nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "Ahh talaga." -- Kapareho ng number 1 which is mas malala pa dahil parang hindi pa sya naniniwala sa kausap nya pero hindi nya rin naman tinatanong kung totoo ang sinabi ng kausap dahil hindi nagtatapos sa question mark ang sinabi nya at wala na ring kasunod na tanong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Hahaha" -- dry laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "Hehehe" -- mapang asar na tawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) "O sige, sabi mo eh" -- Hindi ko alam kung gustong mang asar ng mga taong mahilig magsabi nito o hindi sila aware na ganun yung dating ng sinasabi nila. Mas nakakainis pa ito pag ang kausap mo yung nagtanong sa'yo tapos pag kasagot mo sa kanya, ito ang sasabihin sa'yo. Di ba nakakaasar lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) ":)" or "=)" -- Pa-cute lang. Pero guilty rin ako dito. Eto ang sinasagot ko sa text or IM pag may kausap akong hindi ko alam ang irereply dahil hindi ako interesado sa sinasabi nya or busy ako para makipagkwentuhan. Feeling ko kasi nice pa ring tignan pag smile lang ang sagot mo. Correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam sa iba pero pag ganto ang ending ng usapan ng dalawang taong hindi naman close friends, parang nakakailang, awkward silence  kumbaga. Hindi alam ng isa sa inyo kung itutuloy pa ang conversation o hindi na dahil nga 'dead end' ang dating ng response ng isa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed so I blogged. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3338863056339166744?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3338863056339166744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3338863056339166744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3338863056339166744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3338863056339166744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/faulty-conversation-101.html' title='faulty conversation 101'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-9103466292802360707</id><published>2009-07-31T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:07:06.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's friday and I'm inlove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will be loving Saturday more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-9103466292802360707?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9103466292802360707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=9103466292802360707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/9103466292802360707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/9103466292802360707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-friday-and-im-inlove.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-2674372947613399418</id><published>2009-07-28T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:12:49.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom it may concern</title><content type='html'>The courier company Xend Express disappointed me big time. I called them yesterday to pick up the books I'm sending out to the buyers. I especially asked the operator if it's possible for them to pick it up in the morning as I have work in the afternoon and there's no one I could endorse it to. She said that she'll note it in the request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke at eight in the morning just to be sure that I won't missed the Xend guy by sleeping in late. Well lunch time arrived but nobody came to pick up the package. I called them again to follow up. The guy who answered said that their delivery guys are already out and perhaps his on his way and he assured me that it will be picked up within the day. But before I could tell him that I don't have whole day of just waiting for them, the line was cut because I'm only using my mobile. I decided that I will wait until 3pm before I go to the office. Low and behold, 5 o'clock came but there's still nobody picking up the package. I was starting to get furious as I'm already 2 hours late for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to call the company again and complain about the inconvenience that they're giving me. The same guy answered my call, after he said his hello, I started expressing my complaints. No, I didn't shout but my dismay or anger rather is very evident in my voice. After minutes of continuous talking, I finally gave him chance to speak. He got my contact number and he promised that he'll call me after 5 minutes to inform me the whereabouts of their delivery guy. I told him ok and then dropped the call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes, I received a call and upon answering I heard a female voice on the other side of the line. She introduced herself (but I forgot her name as I'm so pissed, but I assumed that she's a superior of the guy that I'd first talked to). She told me that they can't promised me the exact time on when will be my package picked up but she knows that it will be done within the day so perhaps later this evening. I didn't like that answer at all as my patience has reached its limit and I don't like the idea of waiting the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I don't have the luxury of sitting at home and just wait for the damn (no I didn't say damn but I think I should) package to be picked up. I said that I specifically requested for morning pick up sched because I have work on the afternoon and now I'm more than two hours late and I already missed my meeting. She was lost of words. She just keep saying "ahh. uhm." Ridiculous really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being on mute for a few minutes, she finally regained her ability of speech and started stuttering for some promises that will calm me down. She said that they could accommodate my request on early morning the next day and they will deliver it within that day as opposed to their next day transaction policy. I told her that she better be sure that it will happen. I was so mad that my head aches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, she never apologize. Talk about customer satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is reading this, I am not doing this to impose some damage on Xend's name but I was just merely sharing this bad experience that I had with the company. The purpose of this post is to let the management be aware of the kind of service that they're giving their clients and from this they could improve their service and be customer oriented firm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, please keep in mind that time is important. If you're wasting your time, you're losing money. And you even used the word 'express' on your name but you're not delivering the expected quality. So please don't waste the time of your clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-2674372947613399418?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2674372947613399418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=2674372947613399418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2674372947613399418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/2674372947613399418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='to whom it may concern'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-6875565992343782781</id><published>2009-07-28T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:09:12.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money talk</title><content type='html'>I grew up in a middle class family were money is sometimes a problem and sometimes it's enough to support everyone. My siblings and I were fortunate as our parents were able to provide our needs and they were able to send us all to college. I must admit that there were times when we don't know where to get money to pay for tuition fee, weekly allowance, and boarding house rents as we once encountered financial crisis and high prices of universities are too much for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a family, we struggled and persevered. We held on as we know that with God's help, we could make it through. True enough, all five of us, obtained college degrees. Though my parents is not vocal about it, I think that it's their greatest accomplishment in life. It's no simple feat, raising and providing for these five kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started working, I have learned independence in terms of money handling. Ever since I began earning my own money, my parents no longer supports me. I have to do allocation and wise spending in order for my cash to last until the next payday. At first, I found it really difficult because I was only receiving a below basic pay that it's hardly enough even for a single person as I have to pay rent, utility bills, groceries and other necessities. Hence, I often ends up borrowing money to my sister just to be able to pay for all those things. (I'm living with my sister, by the way.) I spent four months enduring the hardly enough pay and then I decided to transfer to another work were the pay is quite acceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the new work, I didn't immediately appreciate the salary as my ultimate aim is to pay the money I borrowed to my sister. But once everything was settled, I was able to buy things (aside from necessities) for myself as there's excess money left after paying for all the important stuffs. I was able to buy clothes, books, and other things that I used to save up for when I was still in college. I remember that to be able to buy books, I have to save my weekly allowance, meaning avoiding eating outside as much as possible and only spend money on commuting. It's the only way I have in order for me to buy such things as I don't like the idea of asking additional money for my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story, I was able to buy these things without having to save up for it for months. In addition to this, I still have money left for saving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, my family had our very first out of the country trip. I'm proud to say that even if we're with our parents, I solely paid for all of my expenses. Yes, from the plane tickets down to the pocket money. It was one of the best vacations that we had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I was still able to buy clothes, books and other things when I have extra money and when I feel like it. I also took another out of the country trip last month but sadly not with the family. But again, I paid for everything which left me with enough money to just pay with the necessities for this month. So I haven't gone shopping again up until today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that others think that I'm not spending my money wisely and I'm just wasting it on buying too much clothes, unimportant stuff and travels abroad. They think that I should saving it and spending it on investments where I could enjoy its fruits in the future when I'm old and took retirement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were times when I think that I should be doing these things. But I thought to myself, that I do have a savings. Though it's still a small amount, it will grow bit by bit. I'm also thinking of investments where I could venture. Right now, I just want to enjoy the money that I'm earning. Besides, I'm not spending it frivolously. And I think that I don't have to wait until I'm old and weak before I get to enjoy these things. The main point is I work so I could earn money that will allow me to do things that I enjoy and would like to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working and living for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, yes we have to keep in mind that we must practice wise spending but please don't be too hard on yourself and try to enjoy the fruits of your labor. Nobody deserves it more than you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy earning! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-6875565992343782781?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6875565992343782781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=6875565992343782781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6875565992343782781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6875565992343782781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/money-talk.html' title='money talk'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3155470673211932398</id><published>2009-07-27T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:33:22.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money on books</title><content type='html'>I just finished posting on our online store, &lt;a href="http://raiment.multiply.com"&gt;Raiment&lt;/a&gt; to sell books that I have already read, re-read and not planning to read again. Practically gave aways as I set a very low prices. This is one of the solutions I thought so I could free up some space and earn some money. Plus, it would be such a waste if those books are just gathering dusts in my room. Just a few minutes of posting, I already got inquiries. I might have sold 7 out of 20 books already. Yay! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also posted the bags that my ate used to sell. She left a couple here at home and again, I think it's a waste letting them lie around because we're not using it. And my ate bought it for resell. But nobody's inquiring for it yet. I'm just gonna keep on posting about it until I have it sold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I so want my own business. But what shall I venture in? I need to do research. &lt;br /&gt;Must think entrepreneurly (is there such word?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body clock is still not adjusted. This insomia is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3155470673211932398?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3155470673211932398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3155470673211932398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3155470673211932398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3155470673211932398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/money-on-books.html' title='money on books'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7680508684431060695</id><published>2009-07-25T19:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:06:41.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BKK</title><content type='html'>I want to go back to Thailand to take pictures, enjoy hotel services and go to places we didn't get to see. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrtJnCuLzI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hJ6meKObpnc/s1600-h/IMG_0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrtJnCuLzI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hJ6meKObpnc/s320/IMG_0988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362359055693000498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrtJYVTQ3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/mHd7GK0PubA/s1600-h/IMG_0979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrtJYVTQ3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/mHd7GK0PubA/s320/IMG_0979.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362359051744396146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrtJNW9NQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EKIVPtMUbAs/s1600-h/IMG_0970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrtJNW9NQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EKIVPtMUbAs/s320/IMG_0970.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362359048798549250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrtIl26gwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CgbiD1tA78k/s1600-h/IMG_0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrtIl26gwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CgbiD1tA78k/s320/IMG_0961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362359038195172098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrtH6cFFPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gHUSCvGifFk/s1600-h/IMG_0941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrtH6cFFPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gHUSCvGifFk/s320/IMG_0941.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362359026539894002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrzvnJsz_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/B2PTVfQTVtc/s1600-h/IMG_1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrzvnJsz_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/B2PTVfQTVtc/s320/IMG_1016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362366305627066354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrzvWN2iUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/FYymwa89WXM/s1600-h/IMG_1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrzvWN2iUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/FYymwa89WXM/s320/IMG_1015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362366301081078082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Smrzu71Ey4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/YJfckRjmdFA/s1600-h/IMG_1009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Smrzu71Ey4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/YJfckRjmdFA/s320/IMG_1009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362366293997833090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrzupASgiI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JYWu9MoPCKM/s1600-h/IMG_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrzupASgiI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JYWu9MoPCKM/s320/IMG_1004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362366288944595490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrzuJ1eAyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0Soi_iealfs/s1600-h/IMG_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrzuJ1eAyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0Soi_iealfs/s320/IMG_0999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362366280577712930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be able to visit this country again. Hmmm aside from Bangkok, I want to go to China too! Japan sana but I'm still saving up for it. Hell, I'm totally broke right now. I'm just dreaming these things. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7680508684431060695?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7680508684431060695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7680508684431060695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7680508684431060695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7680508684431060695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/bkk.html' title='BKK'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmrtJnCuLzI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hJ6meKObpnc/s72-c/IMG_0988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-4900522630384201482</id><published>2009-07-25T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:16:15.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show some lurvin'</title><content type='html'>Yay! I got a new header! This is the fruit of one sleepless night. Thank you insomia! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new header consists of pictures of things and people that I like. Let us go throught it one by one. (Upper leftmost clockwise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* film reel because I love watching movies&lt;br /&gt;* cover of the book Like a Flowing River one of my most favorite books which was written by Coelho&lt;br /&gt;* a camera to represent my love for the current hobby which is lomography&lt;br /&gt;* the kid Amelie, from my favorite French movie Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain&lt;br /&gt;* chinese take out box since I love food&lt;br /&gt;* tertol! &lt;br /&gt;* Johnny Depp is simply love&lt;br /&gt;* Eiffel Tower because one of the ultimate aim in life is to visit the City of Lights.&lt;br /&gt;* Cassette tape as I started appreciating music during this era.&lt;br /&gt;* Lastly, Japanese lantern because sometime I could go crazy with everything that has a touch of Japanese on it. And next to France, I would plan to go to this country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it. I want to add other things but I don't want to have a super long header so I have to pick a few and the following pictures won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun doing the header but I still don't have the courage to change the rest of the layout but I think the new header will do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Saturday mornings especially when I don't have work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-4900522630384201482?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4900522630384201482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=4900522630384201482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4900522630384201482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4900522630384201482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/show-some-lurvin.html' title='show some lurvin&apos;'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3188104394121807801</id><published>2009-07-24T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:22:55.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come that sometimes even the simplest things could upset me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3188104394121807801?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3188104394121807801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3188104394121807801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3188104394121807801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3188104394121807801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-come-that-sometimes-even-simplest.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-5055089395826907881</id><published>2009-07-20T01:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:48:06.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for no one</title><content type='html'>We are surrounded by so much uncertainty but nothing's more unsure than my own feelings. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking I envy those people who have the courage to voice out how they feel. Yes, these people might appear goofy, sometimes stupid and seems like they have no sense of pride but nevertheless they possess genuine happiness. And that happiness radiantly shows on their faces and their actions. &lt;br /&gt;Envious indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to act cool. Perhaps I am. But I grew up this way, enclosing myself in shell that only few people could see what is inside. And that people would have to prove their worth first before they will be able to gain my trust. &lt;br /&gt;I was always this way and now that time is passing by, this kind of point of view is taking it's toll on me. I'm starting to get tired of it. However, I still lack the courage to change. I was so accustomed by this way of communicating to others that I don't know how to act otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;I know this should be simple, all I got to follow is honesty. Where truth lies, there is where I should go. &lt;br /&gt;If I don't agree in what others think or do, I don't have to sit with them and nods or smiles at their faces. Infact, this things are not really a problem to me. When I don't like something, I have the strength to say no.&lt;br /&gt;What really bothers me is when I like something or someone. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, funny as it sounds. &lt;br /&gt;It should be easy right? But no, I do the opposite. I don't simply say or do things that would indicate that I like it. In fact, I will try to ignore the feeling which gives mixed signals. &lt;br /&gt;My excuse for this is I'm buying time. But I thought what if there's no need to let time passed. What if this is the right time and I'm actually wasting my time and when I realized it, it's totally over. &lt;br /&gt;Would I start as a loser and still ends up as loser? That would be tragic.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it hard for me to recognize reality and stop waiting for perfection?&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. This is so confusing for you. Sentences don't connect to each other. They don't form a paragraph. That is why I typed it like this. Without sequence. I present the thoughts come as they are. &lt;br /&gt;I want so many things but I have to learn first about dealing with simplicity because I know that this is where lies the happiness. &lt;br /&gt;May time comes where I will be able to learn all of this and allow to forgive myself for all the wasted time and love over the years. &lt;br /&gt;I want to be healed from this sickness.&lt;br /&gt;I am seeking help and writing this for no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-5055089395826907881?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5055089395826907881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=5055089395826907881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5055089395826907881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5055089395826907881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-no-one.html' title='for no one'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-6964673407349552461</id><published>2009-07-19T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:43:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this bird has flown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmMroY2ynTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5nmvklVNTaQ/s1600-h/norwegianwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmMroY2ynTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5nmvklVNTaQ/s200/norwegianwood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360175954368044338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished reading Murakami's Norwegian Wood after letting it gather dust in my shelf for more than a year. I don't know what I'm thinking by not reading it but it turned out that it was a very very good book. And though it is not initially apparent, The Beatles' song from which the books title was derived is a very apt sountrack for the novel. I guess the very serious tone at the very start was one of the causes why I never get to read past the first chapter. Of course the other reason is I never really had a luxury to sit back and just read not until I came back from vacation. I guess the boss forgot that I'm already back and didn't assign any tasks to me. Ohwell the work is starting to build up again but I was glad that I had rest for almost a month. Back to the novel, though it was written in a melancholic style, the author managed to let the readers feel the love and the longing that the main protagonist is feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first novel of Murakami that I've read. The other books is After the Quake which consist of short stories which was set after the ground breaking earthquake that hits Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what is the next book I'm going to read. I know I still have several unread ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other news, I went to the salon today to be pampered. I haven't gone there since like 2 months ago so my I totally need to have a pedi and then I decided to get hair treatment and a trim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a book (the above novel) while someone is working on my feet and a hairdresser is doing my hair spa. I was thinking to myself, this is the life. I love being pampered. Don't you? On the down side, the one who did my trim have a weird idea on how long an inch should be. Now, I'm thinking that my hair was cut too shord. It's suppose to be a trim only. Ohwell, it will grow long eventually. I miss my long hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post as much as I could. Atleast once a week. But I'm thinking that I should try detaching to the cyberworld bit by bit. I want to enjoy other things and not just sit on my arse all day and surf the net. So by doing other things, I'll have more interesting stories to tell (or so I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-6964673407349552461?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6964673407349552461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=6964673407349552461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6964673407349552461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6964673407349552461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-bird-has-flown.html' title='this bird has flown'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SmMroY2ynTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5nmvklVNTaQ/s72-c/norwegianwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7526749123657612554</id><published>2009-07-18T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:19:21.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ncxloHrhit4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ncxloHrhit4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most often, covers sounds better than the original. Hooray for people who have guts to do covers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a loooong night. Hope to do another random post 'slater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7526749123657612554?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7526749123657612554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7526749123657612554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7526749123657612554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7526749123657612554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/falling-slowly.html' title='falling slowly'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8753700151830512421</id><published>2009-07-18T16:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:23:44.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's it, I give up! I no longer have the patience for editing html. &lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping this layout until I got that patience back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to go to the salon today for some haircut and pedi but the rain is making me procrastinate even more. I'll do it tomorrow. I'll just stay at home and finish reading Murakami's Norwegian Wood, the HIMYM marathon, download songs and teach myself Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh that's a lot of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post something later. If I will remember to do it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8753700151830512421?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8753700151830512421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8753700151830512421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8753700151830512421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8753700151830512421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-it-i-give-up-i-no-longer-have.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8700778502619248801</id><published>2009-07-16T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:57:46.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking of changing the lay-o. Let me see if I still got the touch when it comes to HTML. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend, please arrive already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8700778502619248801?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8700778502619248801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8700778502619248801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8700778502619248801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8700778502619248801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/thinking-of-changing-lay-o.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-5161087772633976575</id><published>2009-07-13T00:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:09:20.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was never a fan but now that he's everywhere, I guess it's starting to get to me. I'm now searching google so I could watch the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that only now I have come to realize that what a great lost he is to the whole world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. I bet he's rocking (or poppin') in heaven right now. This is so cliche but true to every one and in his case, 'the music will live on.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-5161087772633976575?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5161087772633976575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=5161087772633976575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5161087772633976575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5161087772633976575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-never-fan-but-now-that-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-5642762245624667384</id><published>2009-07-12T22:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:16:51.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so take the photograph and still frame in your mind</title><content type='html'>I'm quite happy with my new found addiction. Lomography. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm a bit hesitant on buying a toy camera because I'm afraid that I'll easily get tired of it and won't stick with the "hobby" and the camera will just go to waste. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's still early for me to say this, but I really hope I'll enjoy this craft for as long as I could expect. &lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll enjoy this while the interest is still as high. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the shots I've taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivitar UW&amp;S &lt;br /&gt;(Kodak Elitechrome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln7-jOH6mI/AAAAAAAAAWY/l52Vh6ozwxo/s1600-h/000027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln7-jOH6mI/AAAAAAAAAWY/l52Vh6ozwxo/s320/000027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357590283758856802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln7-VeE6mI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/flS6XuacGdU/s1600-h/000021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln7-VeE6mI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/flS6XuacGdU/s320/000021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357590280067672674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln7-O3XyHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/b7J9sqpc7rw/s1600-h/000016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln7-O3XyHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/b7J9sqpc7rw/s320/000016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357590278294718578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivitar UW&amp;S&lt;br /&gt;Fuji Sensia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln9er8h8HI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1rm3PGcequU/s1600-h/000031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln9er8h8HI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1rm3PGcequU/s320/000031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357591935368425586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln9ecPdgPI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1kAsPdSCqAE/s1600-h/000025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln9ecPdgPI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1kAsPdSCqAE/s320/000025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357591931152859378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln9ePGoHjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/gPCkLXirYhQ/s1600-h/000010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln9ePGoHjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/gPCkLXirYhQ/s320/000010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357591927626145330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now excited to try the new camera I told you about on my last post. Plus I got jelly lens! But that's for my digicam/phonecam. I'll have a separate post for it once I got a blog worthy shots (just never had a chance to shoot as I'm starting to get stuck in the office again). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater kadoodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-5642762245624667384?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5642762245624667384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=5642762245624667384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5642762245624667384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5642762245624667384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-take-photograph-and-still-frame-in.html' title='so take the photograph and still frame in your mind'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sln7-jOH6mI/AAAAAAAAAWY/l52Vh6ozwxo/s72-c/000027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-1877236451098801443</id><published>2009-07-05T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:55:26.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phone five</title><content type='html'>hello hello. I realized that I'm way behind on posting in this blog. It's not that I'm too lazy to do it. It's just that I don't know how to organize my thoughts and put it into words. Been my problem since forever. I never get to share my recent trip except thru pictures but I wanted to blog it here but like what I said, I can't type it down. Maybe one of these days. Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanted to just give updates. You know so just I could track it down when I feel like remiscing. I'll have this blog to look at. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a loser when it comes to writing in paragraphs, let me record it in the way that I'm good at. Schyeah, in random bullets. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** July is here! And I'll be working on nights again starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I'll be saving money (please please wish me luck) and keeping my fingers crossed for this plan that I have that I'm hoping to take place before the year ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I'm having a marathon on all the episodes of How I Met Your Mother. I haven't got a chance to catch all the episodes on tv so I got the dvd. A very enlightening sitcom. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I got my first roll of lomo pics processed and I consumed my second roll and I'm going to take it to digiprint tomorrow. (It's suppose to be today but I got lazy when it started raining in the afternoon.) And oh, I got another lomo cam. My first one is a Vivitar uw&amp;s which I decided to call Bibs. Now I got a new Viviter 100IC and I haven't thought a name for it yet. I'm excited to shoot photographs with it. I hope it will also turn out good. Actually I'm a bit afraid that I loaded the film wrong but I ask &lt;a href="http://jenniecastillo.multiply.com"&gt;Jennie&lt;/a&gt; in the ym (and I had a hard time describing my dillema through the messenger) and she said that I did it right and it should be fine. I'm worrying that I might be wasting one roll. So there, I hope I'll get good shots with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting loco with lomo and it's not a cheap thing. Plus my desire of getting a dslr is back so I'm planning to save up for it too. So goodluck to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Talking about lomo, I met up with Jes and Nin yesterday to have a picture taking in Uste, (with Bibs of course) and then go to Quiapo in search of films that I could use for my cams. Which turned out to be a flop because I don't know the specific shop which offer these films and all the stores where I inquired don't know the right films for my cams. In the end, I only bought one film for the new Vivitar camera and it's not even expired. So today, I just pm'ed Jennie so I could have new rolls for my Bibs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Ohyeah, I got to finish two of my new books these past weeks. One is entitled, "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" which discuss all the possible issues our teenagers (American that is, but I bet it's not too far from what's happening in our Pinoy teens) been encountering. It's quite a good book and made you reflect and understand things that even if you don't experience it yourself but you know that it's happening and it made you symphatize with people that you know experience and/or experiencing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other book is called "Love, Stargirl" which is a sequel of the book "Stargirl." This book is a favorite. Though it's full of optimistic views, I can't help but fall for it and still believe that the world is made up of candies and colors and penquins. I don't know. Reading this book made me feel good about the world and made me want to change for the better and appreciate things. There's still a kid in me. This book is a good uplift when I'm feeling blue and hopeless. I could read this over and over again until I decided that I no longer believes in fairies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** The Japanese film fest in Shang started last July four. And I still haven't catch it. I read the schedule and saw that they included Tony Takitani on the list. Though I already saw it. I hope to see the other films, I just hope they're available in MySoju or other sites if I failed to catch it while the film fest is still on the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it. You know what, I guess I'm really good at saying things randomly. Well if it's about myself. But I like it that way. I mean it doesn't have to be in a formal way where sentences have to be connected to each other right? Ok I'll shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch another episode of HIMYM and then doze myself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater schmunks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-1877236451098801443?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1877236451098801443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=1877236451098801443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1877236451098801443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1877236451098801443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/phone-five.html' title='phone five'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-6815111795214000074</id><published>2009-06-30T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:32:58.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>physically</title><content type='html'>That's it! Leche, my clothes no longer fit.&lt;br /&gt;This is the fugliest stage everrr.&lt;br /&gt;Must get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-6815111795214000074?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6815111795214000074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=6815111795214000074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6815111795214000074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6815111795214000074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/physically.html' title='physically'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-5207442313965122894</id><published>2009-06-28T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:58:14.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>floptown</title><content type='html'>Today is down day. Which is somewhat odd since I started the day well by spending time with the family over the breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I still want to quit that job. No matter what. Happiness no longer resides in that workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't like to watch the new autobot movie. Well, I'm not sad because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to leave home. But I'm too poor to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let me say it again. I'm definitely broke right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to go shopping but I can't. Read above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to escape this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Epitome of fugly is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why can't I have normal friends that I could hang-out with every night and every weekends like the ones I see on tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ohyeah. The things we see on tv are all lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- blubber blubber yada yada yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zzzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-5207442313965122894?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5207442313965122894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=5207442313965122894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5207442313965122894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5207442313965122894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/floptown.html' title='floptown'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-5515515075803647350</id><published>2009-06-18T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:25:32.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bits and pieces</title><content type='html'>** I just remembered that I bought new books a couple of months ago that I still haven't read. I forgot about it as my bookshelf crashed (I didn't notice that I had far too many books) and we had to stack my books on a big box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I had a free time on the office this week which was spent plurking, reading some online training materials, surfing the net and jotting some thoughts and ideas on post-it notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** It has been 6 days since I came home from vacation. I feel healthy as before. Praise the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Japan Film Fest is on July (2-12). Hopefully I could catch it on Shang. For the schedule. please visit &lt;a href="http://www.jfmo.org.ph/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I still haven't post my &lt;i&gt;kwentos&lt;/i&gt; from my recent trip. I'll try to create the draft tomorrow on the office while waiting for the time to pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I'll be seeing the meanest bestfriends this weekend! :) And this will also serve as an early &lt;i&gt;despedida&lt;/i&gt; for Barbie as he'll be working on a cruise ship soon. (They'll be sailing around Europe. Couldja believe that?? Swerte ni Barbs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I've been missing HIM very very much. He haven't talk to me since I got back. Well except from that one time where I greeted him belated happy birthday. Then yun lang. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Everything has been a blur for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I'm excited to see the outcome of my first roll of lomo pics. I'll be seeing it this coming Monday. Tagal ng processing time ng Digiprint eh. Hopefull it will turn out good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I miss my college friends. I wish I could hang out with them soon. Sana matuloy yung plano namen ni Jeaune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** All in all, these past few weeks have been good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting my &lt;I&gt;utangs&lt;/i&gt; on the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater lurrrves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-5515515075803647350?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5515515075803647350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=5515515075803647350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5515515075803647350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/5515515075803647350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/bits-and-pieces.html' title='bits and pieces'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8391063918470611959</id><published>2009-06-15T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:11:15.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iritable</title><content type='html'>May mga taong puro salita pero wala naman talagang alam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satsat ng satsat, utak sabaw naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di maiiwasang mairita sa kanila, kaya mas mabuti pang wag nalang silang intindihin dahil hindi tamang pumatol sa mga taong may mas mababang pang unawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat po. bow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8391063918470611959?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8391063918470611959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8391063918470611959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8391063918470611959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8391063918470611959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/iritable.html' title='iritable'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-1262250088488941540</id><published>2009-06-14T14:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:12:26.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back back</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SjSTuQAGWOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/H7PtvLRG9L8/s1600-h/nike+singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SjSTuQAGWOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/H7PtvLRG9L8/s200/nike+singapore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347061080374270178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now back. Of course I'll post kwentos about my trip but let me arrange my thoughts first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, you could view the pics here: &lt;a href="http://marellalala.multiply.com"&gt;clickity!&lt;/a&gt;. You know the drill, we have to be friends first in order for you to view it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll sleep again. I still can't get over the fact that I have to report to work tomorrow. But I have no choice, I have to earn the money I spent on that Oh-so-good vacay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater dudes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-1262250088488941540?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1262250088488941540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=1262250088488941540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1262250088488941540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1262250088488941540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-back.html' title='back back'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SjSTuQAGWOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/H7PtvLRG9L8/s72-c/nike+singapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7810721300469692688</id><published>2009-06-02T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:13:31.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on-leave</title><content type='html'>Napuyat ako kagabi dahil pinanood ko 'to sa French channel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SiVMXR0VtJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/m-UsTlfRcZU/s1600-h/les_amities_malefiques.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SiVMXR0VtJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/m-UsTlfRcZU/s320/les_amities_malefiques.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342760495748592786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Synopsis: When college friends Eloj and Alexandre meet charismatic, brilliant thinker Andre, their lives begin to change. Wooed by his attention, the young students lose outside perspective and put... When college friends Eloj and Alexandre meet charismatic, brilliant thinker Andre, their lives begin to change. Wooed by his attention, the young students lose outside perspective and put themselves in a vulnerable position by catering to his every whim, never considering the possibility that he might eventually desert them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story itself is good and contemporary. I appreciate foreign movies which have subtitles. I don't mind having something to read while watching. I could clearly understand the flow of the story eventhough I have to do things (watching and reading and understanding the story) at the same time. I'm fond of watching Asian movies and I hope I could watch more European films on TV or DVDs as I only often catch it on Cine Europa or French Film fest on Shang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me if you know foreign films that you could suggest to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be taking an out-of-the-country vacation. I'm actually afraid with all the talks about H1N1. I already got the vaccine and I'm taking vitamin C everyday. But please please pray for my safety and keep me away from certain diseases and harm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be safe as well. I'll be wishing for it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on the weekend of Independence day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7810721300469692688?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7810721300469692688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7810721300469692688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7810721300469692688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7810721300469692688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-leave.html' title='on-leave'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SiVMXR0VtJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/m-UsTlfRcZU/s72-c/les_amities_malefiques.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-7233204405756851094</id><published>2009-05-26T13:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:41:50.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the mood to post pics =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;outfit post #4&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sht-HVbnBQI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6jSnmtwF-fU/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sht-HVbnBQI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6jSnmtwF-fU/s200/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340000447654987010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black blouse from BSX, white sleeveless blouse from herbench and brown slacks from kiss &amp; company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sht_PM0xVII/AAAAAAAAAVw/Oo3Ty14PYJk/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sht_PM0xVII/AAAAAAAAAVw/Oo3Ty14PYJk/s200/DSC01104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340001682295182466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sht_Ozy2_hI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DK0a8YUgOQ8/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sht_Ozy2_hI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DK0a8YUgOQ8/s200/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340001675576278546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while trying on clothes on The Ramp's fitting room. I bought the one on the left. I've been into gray tops lately.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't consume 1 roll of vivitar's film. :( I want to see the pictures pa naman before I go on a trip so I'll know how many films I should buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-7233204405756851094?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7233204405756851094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=7233204405756851094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7233204405756851094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/7233204405756851094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-mood-to-post-pics.html' title='in the mood to post pics =)'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sht-HVbnBQI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6jSnmtwF-fU/s72-c/DSC01053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-4106771312013158803</id><published>2009-05-22T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:07:18.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry</title><content type='html'>I cried in the office today.&lt;br /&gt;At first I'm only on the verge of crying which makes my eyes watery and my nose red. I pretended that I just have a bad case of cold whenever someone asks me if there's something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing fine disguising it and even refused to go with my colleagues when they ate dinner out.&lt;br /&gt;However when they came back, one of them asks me what's wrong. I just nod my head as I'm still trying to hold my tears.&lt;br /&gt;But then he popped me in AOl messenger and said that despite the fact that I'm denying it, he knows that I cried. Upon reading it, all the holding back that I'm doing was put into waste as my tears came rushing down. I can't stop myself from crying and I'm not doing it silently. I'm actually sobbing. I was secretly cursing myself because I don't want others to see and hear that I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;I cried a couple of times tonight since several officemates asked me about it. But I didn't share the reason behind my sadness and I'm not sure if I'll ever tell them about it. &lt;br /&gt;All I know that someday I'll laugh at myself for crying over silly things. But for now, let me get my tissue and relieve my heavy heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-4106771312013158803?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4106771312013158803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=4106771312013158803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4106771312013158803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/4106771312013158803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/cry.html' title='cry'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-6960016589308393026</id><published>2009-05-21T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:35:07.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try</title><content type='html'>I feel so upset today that I'm finding it hard to breath. I'm currently here in the office and trying to focus on work. My head is starting to spin and I'm trying my best not to faint.&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to someone but it seems like I don't have any friends. Well, atleast someone who will listen. &lt;br /&gt;I realize why I became a workaholic to make myself numb and stop thinking about things. &lt;br /&gt;I really want to stop being upset and start looking on the bright side of things but it appears that right now, there's no bright side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-6960016589308393026?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6960016589308393026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=6960016589308393026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6960016589308393026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6960016589308393026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-so-upset-today-that-im-finding.html' title='try'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3451529651341880977</id><published>2009-05-20T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:07:39.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm to lazy to get to work</title><content type='html'>I got my vivitar na!! yay! haha I'm excited to take pictures with it. I'm thinking of outdoor activity where I could use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggzytedd! :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else, I want this week to be over and finally have my trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go of the bad vibes that I had due to my last post. &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still feel the same. I just don't think about it. harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3451529651341880977?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3451529651341880977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3451529651341880977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3451529651341880977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3451529651341880977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-im-to-lazy-to-get-to-work.html' title='Because I&apos;m to lazy to get to work'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-8024725163868399224</id><published>2009-05-16T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:11:32.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disturbed</title><content type='html'>Lately one of my leads is trying to be more open to us. Reasoning that it seems that she doesn't know the people that she handles that's why she's spending time with us. Most specifically with me and my officemate Ren, as often times we only keep to ourselves.Through this, I found out that most of the people in the team feels the way that I do towards the work and thinks the same thing to some of the people we work with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought that  I don't feel any pressure or stress since they don't see me complaining. I found it quite funny because it only proves that they don't know me at all. They don't know that I complain all the time but I only do that in this site or in plurk or only share it with friends that I trust. I never expect them to understand me, or better yet I never expect them to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually the reason why I'm not fond of sharing my thoughts to people. I think everyone is so cope up with their own drama so they don't want to even be bothered with listening to other's story. Though I did try opening up and share my thoughts but was always cut off by the other person and we just end up talking about that person's story. I guess they found my life too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why when they're asking me how do I feel. I just smile and nod and refuse to say something. I no longer want to express the sadness and frustrations that I feel. I'll just endure it because I know I won't be staying there for so long. That place is no longer a healthy place to work in. The work itself is already a stressor and now I'm being surrounded with people that have contrasting views and who talk behind each other's back. This is another reason why I don't trust other people. They could use the words you say and your gestures to bad mouth you. It's better if I just focus on the things I was tasked to do until the day that I'm free to leave that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wish I could talk with someone about this. But then again, I changed my mind. I'm so glad that I created this blog because I could freely post all the thoughts that I have without somebody interrupting me and then completely diverting the conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay, that felt good. Letting out this heavy feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I better sleep. Got work later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-8024725163868399224?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8024725163868399224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=8024725163868399224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8024725163868399224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/8024725163868399224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/disturbed.html' title='disturbed'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-1087064253867928683</id><published>2009-05-13T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:12:16.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick post</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've been neglecting this blog this past few days as I'd been busy raising coins to buy furnitures and clothes for my pet in fb's pet soc. Kala nyo I was busy with work noh? Ohyeah, I was also actively posting on my plurk so there's more karma for me.&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'll try to post pics tomorrow as well as inneresting and quirky stories (like I have any). For now I'll get ready so I could go home (late shift sched in work for this month) and get some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater lurrrves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-1087064253867928683?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1087064253867928683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=1087064253867928683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1087064253867928683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1087064253867928683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-post.html' title='quick post'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-1908533509743467634</id><published>2009-05-06T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:22:04.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outfit post # 3</title><content type='html'>Wore this yesterday for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SgEOF6GBGoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rVzQyqas5F8/s1600-h/IMG_0453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SgEOF6GBGoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rVzQyqas5F8/s200/IMG_0453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332558928440007298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple blouse from Bado. White tank top from bench. random black slacks. white peep toe shoes from Celine. Green bayong Bag from&lt;a href="http://raiment.multiply.com"&gt;sister's online store&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I'm going to wear today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-1908533509743467634?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1908533509743467634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=1908533509743467634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1908533509743467634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1908533509743467634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/outfit-post-3.html' title='outfit post # 3'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SgEOF6GBGoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rVzQyqas5F8/s72-c/IMG_0453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3036831720019247597</id><published>2009-05-04T11:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:55:14.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>San&amp;#252k</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I decided to buy new &lt;i&gt;tsinelas&lt;/i&gt; because my Adidas flipflops is already broken (after using it for two and a half years) and my Nike flipflops is not ideal for long walks (the rubber used is not feet friendly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was searching for feet friendly &lt;i&gt;tsinelas&lt;/i&gt; that I could use for long walks, and then I saw San&amp;#252k's store in Glorietta. The first time I tried it on, it feels like heaven after several hours of walking in the mall. The rubber material they used is so soft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sf5lgtoiKNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RiOTX930zbU/s1600-h/sanuk_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sf5lgtoiKNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RiOTX930zbU/s200/sanuk_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331810621533071570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sf5lvfohV1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bjzR9QjYFZ4/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sf5lvfohV1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bjzR9QjYFZ4/s200/DSC01037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331810875472959314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here's my brown San&amp;#252k. Taken at the office's loo. And no, I'm not taking a dump. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of buying their enclosed sandals. Hmm maybe when the next budget comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3036831720019247597?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3036831720019247597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3036831720019247597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3036831720019247597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3036831720019247597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/san.html' title='San&amp;#252k'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sf5lgtoiKNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/RiOTX930zbU/s72-c/sanuk_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-1906478066982424341</id><published>2009-05-02T23:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:07:58.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outfit Post # 2</title><content type='html'>I haven't documented all the outfit I wore throughout the week because I'm too lazy to get my digicam and I can no longer trust Kate the K800i to shot a decent picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I wore last Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sfxq_aYeoII/AAAAAAAAAUw/UbMQPWqTdio/s1600-h/IMG_0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sfxq_aYeoII/AAAAAAAAAUw/UbMQPWqTdio/s200/IMG_0431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331253696546119810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Red Stripes blouse from SM dept. store (forgot the specific brand), thick black belt. paperdolls slacks&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sfxs5vNg92I/AAAAAAAAAU4/DTauHjpZSU4/s1600-h/IMG_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sfxs5vNg92I/AAAAAAAAAU4/DTauHjpZSU4/s200/IMG_0432.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255798081320802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I love this detail on the sleeves of the blouse.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfxuWRUP-oI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rPPDGfPt-4o/s1600-h/IMG_0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfxuWRUP-oI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rPPDGfPt-4o/s200/IMG_0434.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331257387784338050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I paired it with a black flats from Mendrez&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping today. I took pictures of the clothes I tried on and bought from Giordano, Dorothy Perkins, and Pajamas from Landmark but my hopeless phone screwed up the pics. Sayang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just post the new stuff once I wore it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-1906478066982424341?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1906478066982424341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=1906478066982424341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1906478066982424341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/1906478066982424341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/outfit-post-2.html' title='Outfit Post # 2'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/Sfxq_aYeoII/AAAAAAAAAUw/UbMQPWqTdio/s72-c/IMG_0431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-6316707513758626244</id><published>2009-05-02T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:07:31.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what did ya say?</title><content type='html'>I can't plurk using this phone. I could only view the site but I'm unable to do an entry. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was in Globe Glorietta awhile ago to pay the bills and I was sitting beside an Indian looking man while waiting for my turn. We we're just silent when he suddenly turned to me to ask something. I seriously think that he spoke in english. While I was stummering my answer, he said 'malakas yung Globe internet nyo sa bahay?' &lt;br /&gt;Haha I was thinking to myself, YARI KA!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha Mega english pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, it's my turn to pay to the cashier. I just quickly replied to him, 'Hindi po Globe gamit namen at home.'&lt;br /&gt;If I was with a friend, I would have laugh my ass off. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-6316707513758626244?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6316707513758626244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=6316707513758626244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6316707513758626244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6316707513758626244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-did-ya-say.html' title='what did ya say?'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-6843927304623818351</id><published>2009-05-01T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:05:39.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silverscreen</title><content type='html'>Friends, does anyone of you knows when is the play time of Veronika Decides to Die? Angels &amp; Demons? &lt;br /&gt;How about Cine Europa in Shang? Spanish film fest in Greenbelt? I also want to try the Japanese film fest. I know it's an annual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to cinemas. I haven't been there in such a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flicks flicks flicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a bakasyown for Pete's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-6843927304623818351?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6843927304623818351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=6843927304623818351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6843927304623818351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6843927304623818351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/silverscreen.html' title='silverscreen'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-6188679059965752908</id><published>2009-04-26T18:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:23:15.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outfit post</title><content type='html'>Inspired by the other fashown blogs &lt;a href="http://chuvaness.livejournal.com/"&gt;Chuvaness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://seaofshoes.com/"&gt;Sea of Shoes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://littlemissdressup.com/"&gt;Little Miss Dress Up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shopping for clothes but of course I don't have those signature clothes. I buy clothes that are simple but with unique details and affordable but doesn't look cheap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it a go at posting my clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what written on the shirt I'm wearing on my post below entitled, 'Pics from Last Weekend.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfQ8FfeuBUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xbFAPbjn97o/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfQ8FfeuBUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xbFAPbjn97o/s200/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328950324133496130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I bought this statement shirt from Penshoppe. "Don't Make Me BLOG You"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfQ81-sZ3wI/AAAAAAAAAUI/E1mBHL0H4iU/s1600-h/IMG_0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfQ81-sZ3wI/AAAAAAAAAUI/E1mBHL0H4iU/s200/IMG_0423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328951157146115842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Brown Over sized Sunnies from Mango&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfQ_Xg5QZfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/iOsJWsUylCA/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfQ_Xg5QZfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/iOsJWsUylCA/s200/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328953932285765106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried this hoodie on whilst my sister is checking out the clothes in Bench Glorietta 5. I want hoodies because I could use it when I'm too tamad to get my umbrella from my bag when it's drizzling. Unfortunately, I didn't buy this hoodie. I got a cute Korean looking top from Maldita instead. Will post here when I wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfQ9QJWnS1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tAD2TgE43F0/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfQ9QJWnS1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tAD2TgE43F0/s200/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328951606684109650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys with Sony Cybershots, does this happen to your pictures? This is what I wore last Friday to office. Pink blouse from Penshoppe, black jeans and cream loafers from Celine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to do outfit posts again. :) Though I don't have super expensive stuffs, I want to share my love for clothes with things that I can afford, after all we're living in a third-world country. I have this belief that just because I'm poor, that doesn't mean that I have to look like one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have more entries with sense now. &lt;i&gt;Fashown&lt;/i&gt; sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this Korean pastry shop in Subic called Jiin where they have these cute and yummy looking cakes and breads. Dice took this pics with my phone because I'm too scared at the Korean baker/owner of the place who watch me whenever I stand in front of the cake rack. It seems like he knows that I'm going to take pictures of their cakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfRBObLPKFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cEI0KYR1fvg/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfRBObLPKFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cEI0KYR1fvg/s200/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328955975155001426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfRBOXlg7GI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Utvu-nfamMU/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfRBOXlg7GI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Utvu-nfamMU/s200/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328955974191475810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;fruitcakes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I had fun with this post. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'slater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-6188679059965752908?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6188679059965752908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=6188679059965752908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6188679059965752908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/6188679059965752908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/outfit-post.html' title='outfit post'/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SfQ8FfeuBUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xbFAPbjn97o/s72-c/DSC01000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117273750592278152.post-3716871107305813784</id><published>2009-04-26T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:20:05.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More often than not, you failed me big time. =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117273750592278152-3716871107305813784?l=thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3716871107305813784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117273750592278152&amp;postID=3716871107305813784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3716871107305813784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117273750592278152/posts/default/3716871107305813784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-often-than-not-you-failed-me-big.html' title='More often than not, you failed me big time. =('/><author><name>marelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242213682910277958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
