<?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-5383645</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:36:21.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>immortality and miss world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106455942262035571</id><published>2003-09-25T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T23:57:34.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salesladies from landmark deprtment store can be so-o rude.  they now refer to kris as "si tulo".  they were laughing at it but it ain't, in any way, that funny.&lt;br /&gt;so, kris aquino is a strong woman.  it won't be long until they claim her to be a heroine.&lt;br /&gt;sure, kris is brave for coming out in the open.  but i think she'd said too much already and i am crying "enuff already!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106455942262035571?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106455942262035571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106455942262035571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106455942262035571' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106446287140636574</id><published>2003-09-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T21:13:24.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's back!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hail! hail! pond's pearl cream is back! i was really sad when they recalled it.  well, at least that's what i t hought. imagine me scouring every store looking and asking for it and when it started to hit me i settled for the cream in tube.  anywayz, when it came back i'm sure i'm one of the few who welcomed it with open arms.  i don't really think it's better than the whitening vitamin cream or the fluid and it's not practical application wise but i love having it.  i feel better knowing that it's in my bag whenever i feel the urge to be "girly-girly".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106446287140636574?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106446287140636574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106446287140636574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106446287140636574' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106446195067114477</id><published>2003-09-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T00:10:39.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oops, she did it again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it just me or did joey really held a gun in sumbody's head?&lt;br /&gt;the commotion wasn't really a suprise.  it was more of a "&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;i first heard the news last t tuesday afternoon and i was almost certain that kris was having her occasional "mental illness".  then last night i saw her one on one with korina sanchez and she almost got me.  but then she started looking at the camera whenever she was going to answer a "crucial" question as if to say, "pilipinas, game ka na ba?"&lt;br /&gt;i am not taking sides (though before that one-on-one i was ceratinly sure that joey is not guilty) but kris' revelation last night was too much.&lt;br /&gt;and her having contacted STD? i haven't seen or heard that sheherself said it but, what the hell was she thinking.  does she think that having STD is also "sakit ng mga sosyal"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106446195067114477?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106446195067114477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106446195067114477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106446195067114477' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106428900779509757</id><published>2003-09-22T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T20:50:08.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate is a strong word, yet it cannot define the feeling you have that's welled inside you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt is a physical feeling, yet you can feel it when someone broke your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to curse you won' t be enough to satisfy my need to get back to you&lt;br /&gt;to strike back is something i fear that in the end i will be the one who is going to suffer&lt;br /&gt;deep inside me i wish you more than dead&lt;br /&gt;but then i needed you to be alive to feel all the pain that you deserve&lt;br /&gt;i want you to feel every pain&lt;br /&gt;i want you to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;i want  you to suffer the same as i did &lt;br /&gt;and maybe more of it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106428900779509757?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106428900779509757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106428900779509757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106428900779509757' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106420374433223235</id><published>2003-09-21T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T22:26:58.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056288990_Aanger.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... anger."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You represent... anger.&lt;br /&gt;Mad at the world, eh?  You have a tendency to...&lt;br&gt;freak out easily.  Overly emotional about&lt;br&gt;everything, you're most prone to bouts of&lt;br&gt;cruelty and moodiness.  Other people may be&lt;br&gt;afraid of the fact that you explode so easily,&lt;br&gt;but at least you're honest... even if you're&lt;br&gt;honest about not liking anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, did i read the word fiery in there?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047167311_esQuizidol.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8328488)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, this is becoming really depressing.  well, actually this is fun.  i can be somebody else.  weehee!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/Lorac/1034605804_esdelirium.jpg" border="0" alt="Delirium, the youngest of The Endless, you are the keeper of insanity, delusion and everything else that's just plain crazy. You make about as much sense as fish and telephone flavored ic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Delirium, the youngest of The Endless, you are the&lt;br&gt;keeper of insanity, delusion and everything&lt;br&gt;else that's just plain crazy. You make about as&lt;br&gt;much sense as fish and telephone flavored ice&lt;br&gt;cream. You are truly your own person, and the&lt;br&gt;fact that your eyes don't match, your hair is&lt;br&gt;three different colors, and you have a floating&lt;br&gt;fish following you doesn't bother you any. You&lt;br&gt;have a truly unique perspective on the world,&lt;br&gt;and no one else knows what to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Lorac/quizzes/Which%20Endless%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Endless are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, now  am loving this stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait for tonight.  i mean i am waiting for "endless love".  a and a sunday really kills it.  do we really have to wait that long?  it's actually kinda insane and all since i already know what's goin' to happen.  but hey, it sure don't hurt to see won bin's lovely face gracing the screen, eh? really can't get enuff of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106420374433223235?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106420374433223235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106420374433223235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106420374433223235' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106394813987138005</id><published>2003-09-18T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T21:22:02.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear friends, i am &lt;em&gt;in love&lt;/em&gt;...again.  this mid of the month, my heart sings for the korean actor Won  Bin (andrew in "endless love" series).  as much as i love him, i was really rooting for him and jenny to be the final "it".   if you're a fan of the series and don't wanna spoil the fun don't go &lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/korea_endlesslove.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  but if ur curious like i was awhile ago, be my guest but don't say i didn't warn you.  geesh, i wished i didn't go there.  it was like a death wish.  i couldn't wait to tell dino but i know i won't.  i don't wanna spoil it for him and the rest of the background artists working in TOEI.  i'll just keep myself mum about it, if i can.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106394813987138005?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106394813987138005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106394813987138005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106394813987138005' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106384974738735290</id><published>2003-09-17T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T20:36:03.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am back.  Nope, I was not lost, it’s just that my other site was kinda freaky and I cannot get through it most of the time and it ain’t working well… so here I am… trying to find a solace…&lt;br /&gt;btw, here is sumthing I wanna share with you:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://202.68.162.165/Photo55/750177/30/47851488.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the icon and the protégés&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow I think there’ll be some violent reactions to that caption.  Oh well, we all have different opinions and I happened to like Xtina, Britney and most of all Maddy.  I mean I grow up dancing to “like a virgin” without even knowing what the word virgin meant at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106384974738735290?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106384974738735290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106384974738735290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106384974738735290' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106098981730770334</id><published>2003-08-15T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T16:23:34.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be the last entry.  yes, i am closing down.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106098981730770334?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106098981730770334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106098981730770334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106098981730770334' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106084289293250067</id><published>2003-08-13T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T23:43:26.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier, i was flooding of things to say.  as time passed by, i lost interests and i kinda don't feel like talking about the things in my head anymore.  may be later, i would find a joy in chattering them but right now...&lt;br /&gt;right now, i am scouring job oppotunities.  yes, i am leaving my job.  well, not until february of next year at least.  i don't like it here.  i am being taken advantage of my ability and skills and i am not hapy about it. i mean i am willing to work my butt out if i am being compensated well.  besides, i don;t enjoy it anymore.  gone are the days that i find it as more play than work and i was actually doing better that way.  when i get bored, everything comes down the drain in a blink of an eye.  i cannot concentrate and i am startign to anticipate my back pain (not that i have *grins*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things i have learned lately:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*forgive but don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;*bite your tongue whenever you feel like saying bad things that can hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;*i love being proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to keep (further) wrinkles from my face away  i have to forgive or i will have to succumb to bad thoughts and vengeance.  but i will never forget.  i got hurt and it hurt me too deep to forget.  i feel like all of my being have been bruised and i still lay awake in bed thinking about &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; my dear &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;.  you are one of the worse thing that ever happened to me. you know i cannot hate you that's why you took advantage of me.  i would have understand it but you did it for a hting i least expected you to do.  it's a thing only desperate women and whores do.  i feel so-o downgraded.  geesus, it's only money and you bite it big time.  believe in karma, have fear.&lt;br /&gt;now i feel bad about it.  it's not even my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have to bite my tonge or choke myself to death before i hurt someone else again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being proven wrong.  i would love it, really, if , my speculations (mosthly bad) were proven wrong.  i always pray for me to be wrong.  may be because i care too much of the person.  that really hurts. you can actually hate a person but pray for her to be in good hands.  maybe the reason i hate them so-o much is because i care too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106084289293250067?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106084289293250067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106084289293250067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106084289293250067' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106058903301763072</id><published>2003-08-11T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T01:50:20.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted so badly to remove this add in my site.  yes, that ad in the head of my site. it kinda suck - i mean BIG tiMe!  hate it!&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, yesterday i watched the &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/amazing_race4/"&gt; Amazing race 4 &lt;/a&gt; marathon .  kelly "the bitch" and jon are on the final three.  hmm, let's see of they can make it.&lt;br /&gt;and last nite i saw fear factor again ( a re-run), and on second thought, i think i like tod better now and i think he deserved winning the 50 grand.  fickle fickle minded me *grins*.&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, some day i will find a way to get rid of that ad...really, it's bothering me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106058903301763072?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106058903301763072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106058903301763072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106058903301763072' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106031979842140497</id><published>2003-08-07T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T22:16:38.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i lurrrrrrrrrrrrrve my new look!!! thanx to &lt;a href="http://www.aboutokke.blogspot.com/"&gt;w4nawarni&lt;/a&gt;.  i really really love it!!!lve it! love it!!! i guess i'll be sticking with it for the rest of my short life *lol*. so what do you think of the new look? well, whatever, i love it so-o much.&lt;br /&gt;i am kinda disappointed. seven months and not a single pound was added *waaaaaaaaaa*. i mean, i'll gain like 3-4 pounds then after a week i'll loose it again. that's why right now i am tying the "after six".  yep.  after six, i eat all i can *grins*.  so, let's not push it, okay.  may be i will gain sumthing some time.  right now, let's be happy at least i am healthy.  geezzz, i needed those extra pounds really.  i mean, i wouldn't mind getting some flesh on my butt or my chest or my thigh....give it up, peach!!!&lt;br /&gt;i love knickers!!! may be i should try collecting them.&lt;br /&gt;but really, lurve the new look!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106031979842140497?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106031979842140497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106031979842140497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106031979842140497' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-106006786390510445</id><published>2003-08-05T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T00:20:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book of light is the title of that chaim potok book i was talking about.  lsat nite's fear factor was not really that gross.  i mean a pizza with bile sumthing as a crust, blood whatever for a sauce, stinkiest pizza (i think that's how they described it, sorry i am not a "details" person), worm ro fish eyes or both for toppings.  well, shawn, tod , julie(?) all got worms for toppings and (geesh i suddenly forgot her name) the blond with  big uggies opted for the fish's eyes.  anyway, two of them puke though.  thinking about it, it's not really gross, i mean it's pizza with capital "P".  anyway, tod got te 50 grand after only 21 second of staying underwater (take note:freezing), unlocking the chain and resurfaced. i personnally don't like tod (who is a dead ringer or bush's gavin rossdale or so i thought), i find him to be a real fucking airhead but of course that's only my opinion.  anyway, congratulations to him.&lt;br /&gt;and how many people have seen "the adventures of maverick and ariel"? well, catch it over channel 5, ,you might like it like.&lt;br /&gt;and just right now (i was shifting from window to window) a certin edgar (or edward?) ortega sent a a virus.  geesus, send me a virus and i'll pray to god to kill you - instantly. i really hated receiving such mails, they're worst than hate mails. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got an email from cinemalibre.  they're looking for actors. hmmm...i'm tempted...but i won't give in.&lt;br /&gt;and before i forget, i saw donnie wahlberg last night.  in tv that is.  he's in BOOMTOWN.  when i saw him i recognized him immediately.  i was like, "it's him!! but could it be?" then he spoke and that voice...geez, his voice never changed.  anyhow, marky mark (mark wahlberg sounded manly than his older brother who kinda got squeaky voice.  well, i used to be a &lt;a href="http://www.legacyrecordings.com/nkotb/"&gt; new kids &lt;/a&gt; fan (i still am, i think they never really fade away), so i was happy to see him. &lt;br /&gt;i won't be working tomorrow *yeehaaa*.  it's my rest day *double yeehaaa*.&lt;br /&gt;now let me figure out how much it cost to go to &lt;a href="http://www.boracayisland.org/"&gt; boracay &lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-106006786390510445?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106006786390510445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/106006786390510445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106006786390510445' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105998757475036162</id><published>2003-08-04T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T02:04:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aachuuuuu! yes peeps, i have it.  damn this virus.  anywayz, i thought the day will end wihtout me having to rant sumthing here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;last night&lt;/s&gt;, two nights ago, nono surprised me of a treasure he found out of booksale -tadahhhh! a third novel from chaim potok (sorry i forgot the title but i'll find out when i get home later). exciting huh? wait 'til i get my hands on it. &lt;br /&gt;i just noticed, my tagboard censors obscenity, like really, and it's censored ME!!! i just noticed it while scanning my tag wherein i tagged sumthing stupid for &lt;a href="http://www.0ne1.net/rain/"&gt; raine &lt;/a&gt;.  and now instead of the original thing it's now *bleeped*.  am i supposed to laugh??!!&lt;br /&gt;and my cable tv ain't working right.  i hope when i get home tonight it's already fixed.  i mean, i have to stay late and i need someone/sumthing to acompany me.&lt;br /&gt;and how about saying hi to a new sister link? and don't forget to say hi to &lt;a href="http://sikreto.azn.nu/"&gt;eMjay&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105998757475036162?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105998757475036162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105998757475036162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105998757475036162' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105979106020779214</id><published>2003-08-01T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T19:25:04.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's saturday and to piss it a little bit, i had no key of the female's CR  (the key was vacationing with alma for a week to i don't know where) of the building.  yes, for one week i have to wait for the janitress to clean and make my way inside the precious cubicle of the CR. damn.  eventually, i survived but of course when alma comes back next week, i will make sure she doesn't forget it *lol*.&lt;br /&gt;one of the best movies i'd seen was "life is beautiful" (la vita e bella), an italian film which won oscars ( and i'd say it deserves to win!).  if you haven't seen it, i recommend you do.  and no, i am not becoming a jew.&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;a href="fridayfive.org"&gt; friday five &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings?&lt;br /&gt;6 am since i have to got o work.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late?&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes 1am.  always late, never early.&lt;br /&gt;3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;stare at the ceiling and think of the dream i cannot remember.  actually i smile or kiss nono.&lt;br /&gt;4. How long does it take to get ready for your day?&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes and that includes shower, dressing up, combing my hair and having breakfast - super - huh.&lt;br /&gt;5. When possible, what is your favorite place to go for breakfast? &lt;br /&gt;i like mcdonald's though it can only happen once a month or every six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my number song for today: where is the love by black eyed peas.&lt;br /&gt;in my thoughts: stacey oroccio looks like michelle branch - somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;wondering if: teens today will die to have a mole like stacey oroccio.&lt;br /&gt;bothering me: timberlake's &lt;em&gt;senorita&lt;/em&gt; vid, man is that a turn on or what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105979106020779214?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105979106020779214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105979106020779214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105979106020779214' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105936488518674674</id><published>2003-07-27T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T21:01:25.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after one week of hiatus, surprise!!!!!, i'm back. yeah, right. as if... anywayz, as i was saying, i was an official bum last week.  yes, this adrenalin junkie have turned into a coach potato, gossiper for six days. geessuss, it gave me major headaches not doing sumthing aside from lying around and watching tv and eat. anywayz, i did enjoy my first encounter of "buttercup" (a tv thing over ch 2).  my ears wagged hearing that wendell ramos was actually married (and on annulment sumthing).  there's nothing much on tv since i won't be having my cable box until the end of July *snif*.  one thing i enjoyed watching and shed a tear (yes, i did) was mtv's sumthing for the weekend's behind the music featuring the ever talented and very gone Aaliyah (are you that sumbody?).  her brother made me cry. fatima robinson made me cry big time as in i was all red and sniffing ( fatima robinson is sooo beautiful). geessuss, in a blink of an eye you can lose anybody, even if minutes ago you just hugged or kissed them  then -click- you won't be seeing them again.  geeshh, that's soo sad. well i enjoyed watching mary j. blige too, i like her soo much, how come i cannot sing like her???&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday news:&lt;br /&gt;*military mutinity was over. &lt;br /&gt;*manny pacquiao won over mexico's lucero *yeheyyyy* ayala next, then barreraaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;in my head lately:&lt;br /&gt;*christina aguillera is &lt;em&gt; becoming&lt;/em&gt; black .&lt;br /&gt;*ashanti is a black version of britney spears (videos anyway), see rock wit u Aw baby.&lt;br /&gt;*timberlake is surrounded again by numerous gorgeous women, aw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top my bum of the week weekend:&lt;br /&gt;i saw schindler's list last night. it was a very good movie, and yes, it made me cry. it makes more sense now than when i saw it when i was just 15.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105936488518674674?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105936488518674674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105936488518674674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105936488518674674' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105875355436916584</id><published>2003-07-20T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T19:15:51.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fashion sense is simply deteriorating. yes, i noticed that recently.  when i was way younger, everything i wear was termed "cool" by my peers and some onlookers, classmates begged me to accompany them shopping and i hated shopping, especially when they go to places that i do not dare touch the tag price for i know i wouldn't  even think twice of buying it. i never liked signature items, first i cannot afford them, second they don't fit me. i wonder why some people think i spent a lot on the things that i have. i was like, ????.  &lt;br /&gt;anyway, right now, i am inflicting a bad fashion sense on me.  it is neither intentional and unintentional. when i started working i found out that i cannot afford clothes the way i used to, so i am stuck with my lines that i have eon years ago and i like them that way.  i have abandoned my contact lenses and now wears my old geeky eye glasses. i have a very stressed hair, usually uncombed. i like it that way. people don't give me enough attention and second glances, and i like that. i stopped wearing skirts, and people stopped whistling. you should see sales clerks at hte department store looked grimly at me, and i am simply laughing inside, fuck them all, i don't really care.  all in all i look like a real mess and i don't care.  i go to the office wearing sneakers and jeans with my unkempt hair and no one mind. if they do, i don't care.  i work hard and i work good, that's all that matters. i don't let them down. that's the way i want it, people noticing me for the things i can do and know rather than mushing over my legs and bare shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;and my &lt;a href="http://fridayfive.org"&gt; friday five &lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. When was the last time you cheated?&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago, i have a bf and i was making out with sumbody.  then 10 days later i found out that my bf was already married, that asshole.&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you stole?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember but i usually steal knives from sizzling plate..shhhh...&lt;br /&gt;3. When was the last time you lied?&lt;br /&gt;i am not a good  liar, i usually keep quiet, so when i am quiet when being asked, there's sumthing i am not saying. &lt;br /&gt;4. When was the last time you broke or vandalized another's property?&lt;br /&gt;i usually do seat covers of buses when the driver was taking forever picking passengers. &lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you hurt a loved one?&lt;br /&gt;when i told my mother that i was not allowed to march on my graduating day. well, it hurts  me too to say that to her especially when she has waited years for it.&lt;br /&gt;things that are in my head lately:&lt;br /&gt;* damn, i never really liked school.&lt;br /&gt;* i am such a very bad person.&lt;br /&gt;* kc concepcion will end up marrying prince william of wales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105875355436916584?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105875355436916584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105875355436916584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105875355436916584' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105848629925588514</id><published>2003-07-17T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T16:58:19.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this one i gotta like:&lt;br /&gt;You belong with other people. The moment is ripe for discovery and invention. Strangers might soon become soul mates. The perfect act of kindness will forever be repaid and replayed. &lt;br /&gt;whatever it means, i feel good. teehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105848629925588514?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105848629925588514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105848629925588514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105848629925588514' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105831108408606479</id><published>2003-07-15T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T01:50:17.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done reading "beaches" and jeesus, my eyes hurt.  what was it? a one sitting thing? almost except that i started on it last night and i lack sleep from it.  so later i guess i'll be catching on sleep. i forgot the other part where i was almost in tears again, it was on page 280, i'll look it up later.  right now i am tired.  my eyes are fucking tired  and i think i am taking a rest. &lt;br /&gt;i am a little bit freaked.  the last entry was gone!!!!yes, the lsat one about kazAA as a real treasure.  well, i love kazaa wayyyyyy. i mean i can watch movies right before they hit the theaters.  ain't that cool?  and yesterday, nono and alma and i went to the megamall.  we went to three art exhibits opening.  one of them was attended by alice dixon.  i was a little amazed on how simple she looks.  she looks wayyy thin.  i know they say tv adds up 10 pounds but i guess those were too much.  i mean she looked bigger in tv for additional 10 pounds.   one more thing she dresses simple and her make up is not at all that glam.  anyway after that the three of us headed down to booksale where nono found a copy of "the chosen" by chaim potok which cost P18! i was, the hell, i bought the same book for 60 friggin' pesos less than a month ago.  anyway, nono and i decided to buy it too.  i joked that now we read at the same time on a contest like way to see who finishes it first.  then nono got two more books and i got "beaches" and "boys of summer".  i love books that had been made to movies.  i watch it first then read it coz sometimes i understood it better when i read it, yes, it was like some kind of later reaction.   i still feel shitty for accidentaly erasing the entry i made earlier.  damn, im such a kluts.  anywayz, there were two scenes in the "beaches" where i felt crying all the way (if only i was alone).  the first one was when cee cee sang &lt;em&gt;poor butterfly &lt;/em&gt; when rosie, betie's mother, died.  then the second one was on page 280 (damn, i can recall the page and cant recall the scene, fucking shit!  anyway, i am done now, i gotta go. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105831108408606479?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105831108408606479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105831108408606479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105831108408606479' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105823272324266942</id><published>2003-07-14T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T19:00:45.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdan" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news for me, &lt;a href="http://www.cynicalklutz.blogspot.com/"&gt; persh &lt;/a&gt; is back.  yes, my mentor and all *teehee*.  she's the one who introduced me to templates *lol*, the hell will i know that i nee to tinker things to make a blog **teehee***. anywayz, welcome back sis, miss yah loads.&lt;br /&gt;things in my head lately:&lt;br /&gt;* things i do not have are things i do not need.  and cannot afford.&lt;br /&gt;* i actually have a very bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;* i do not have money.&lt;br /&gt;* i hate being useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105823272324266942?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105823272324266942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105823272324266942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105823272324266942' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105780089162552730</id><published>2003-07-09T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T18:34:51.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's &lt;a href="http://www.astology.com"&gt;horry&lt;/a&gt; is :&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with the perfect arrangement. Take off your blinders and recognize your own strength. The love that has served you so well could become a cage if you push at its boundaries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting bored lately.  i need something to read to keep me busy.  thing is i get bored easily, &lt;em&gt;reblinka&lt;/em&gt;, it's a book, should keep me company for days.  have you heard of the place reblinka?  i know i am not supposed to bring it up since it'll only bring bitter things to people who remembers it but to some reblinka brings pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been two weeks since the green bug parked (as in forever) infront of a grocery store has been gone.  it's been in that grocery since the first day i moved to pasay showing no evidence of being used.   in fact, it looked as if it doesn't even have an engine to make it functional.  i told myself that i will buy it.  by the looks of it, i think they will sell it to me for P5,000.  and then two weeks ago, it's not there.  i felt sad.  i wonder if they sold it already. it wasn't even for sale! well, not that it has a sign saying "for sale".  did someone just walked to the owner and say asked if he wants to sell it to him? geesh, i could have done that! so many if's now that it's no longer there. geesh....&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have this obsession for bugs okay.  now reading it's history that hitler  was the one (who probably) who brought it to the world makes me think twice if i  shold buy it.  hitler killed millions of jews. i am not a jew but what he did is so inhuman... but he doesn't own VW, right?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105780089162552730?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105780089162552730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105780089162552730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105780089162552730' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105762655903991020</id><published>2003-07-07T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T20:15:39.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am finally back in front of the computer *teehee*.  i was a little damned, i didn't get my cellfon last sunday so i was not able to greet &lt;a href="http://www.0ne1.net/rain/"&gt; rain&lt;/a&gt; a happy birthday.  yes, her bday was last sunday, july 6. so rain if ur reading this right now, it's not intentional that i didn't get to greet you, okay.&lt;br /&gt;and i recieve an email from my ate at long last.  it's been a year since i started searching for her email addy over the internet but i guess they don't do that (give email adds).  so anywayz, im glad to get an email from them with a bonus hi from her son Jordan who is so-o malambing always to her tita peachy, all of her titas too i think.&lt;br /&gt;and my mom celebrated her bday yesterday.  i didn't get to see her since i am in the city. well happy bday mother. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105762655903991020?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105762655903991020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105762655903991020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105762655903991020' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105718938439504966</id><published>2003-07-02T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T22:25:33.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here is what i don't understand:&lt;i&gt;A bill comes due that you'd swear you already paid. An uncomfortable dream persists long after you wake. The Stars compel you to grapple with things that you'd rather avoid. It's now or never. &lt;/i&gt; yes, my &lt;a href="http://www.astrology.com/"&gt;horoscope&lt;/a&gt; says so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;saw this at &lt;a href="http://test.thespark.com/sextest/sex.cgi"&gt; sparks.com &lt;/a&gt;'s sex test.  it made me grin *tehee* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 1 - Biology &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that there are actually two types of humans? The slightly larger and less intelligent kind, males, have protruding external genitalia called "penises" that are used for making important life decisions. Meanwhile, females have these nifty things called "vaginas" that no one understands yet, especially males. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105718938439504966?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105718938439504966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105718938439504966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105718938439504966' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105710300869368054</id><published>2003-07-01T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T16:45:26.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i wanna give a shout out to a friend, &lt;a href="http://www.0ne1.net/rain/"&gt; RAIN &lt;/a&gt;, who decided to go bact to the blogging world (may be she misses us *teehee*), welcum  back gurl!  hey your bday is cuming up...&lt;br /&gt;then, i do not have anything more to say today, as of yet.  my mind is not functioning well and i am hungry.  didn't  i just down i plate of &lt;i&gt;pancit&lt;/i&gt;? damn this stomach, i eat and i cannot get full!!&lt;br /&gt;nono is still sick. he is coughing as if anytime his lungs will pop out of his mouth.  geesh, yesterday he was feeling a lot better.  it must be of the weather, it's too fucking hot and it's supposed to be the rainy season already!&lt;br /&gt;later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105710300869368054?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105710300869368054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105710300869368054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105710300869368054' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-105667065990581027</id><published>2003-06-26T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T16:39:16.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt; has a new look! yesterday i couldn't open my blog and now here it is, much improved and all. hmm... i can get use to this *teehee*.&lt;br /&gt;and my horoscope for today says:&lt;i&gt;Flattery wears thin as the day gets older. Too many people are kissing up to you and currying favor. You created this situation, and you can also put a stop to it. Romance is possible in a climate of honesty. &lt;/i&gt; wonder what it means. hmm...and now where is the new set of my &lt;a href="http://fridayfive.org"&gt;friday five&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-105667065990581027?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105667065990581027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/105667065990581027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105667065990581027' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-96007530</id><published>2003-06-24T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T23:36:51.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my very late &lt;a href="fridayfive.org"&gt;fiday five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is your hair naturally curly, wavy, or straight? Long or short?&lt;br /&gt;naturally wavy. midlength&lt;br /&gt;2. How has your hair changed over your lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;depends on my mood.  when i feel "loaded" in the head  it's short-short.&lt;br /&gt;3. How do your normally wear your hair?&lt;br /&gt;wash and wear.  but now i use leave on conditioner to tame it.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could change your hair this minute, what would it look like?&lt;br /&gt;a dread or those curls that debra messing (will ang grace) have&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever had a hair disaster? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;yes. i went to this fag to cut my hair.  he or she was chatting with a fellow fag obviously mad over some jewelries that were stolen from him/her without realizing he/she was cutting way beyond than i wanted.  my hair ended up being like that of winona ryder in Alien 4, turns out it fits me well so i guess it's a blessing in disguise *duh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-96007530?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/96007530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/96007530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#96007530' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95998050</id><published>2003-06-24T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T17:15:42.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p a;ign="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that's been in my head lately:&lt;br /&gt;i believe in karma.  both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be brainy than beautidul.  though if i could have both, i won't complain.&lt;br /&gt;i will never ever marry for money.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be alone than be with someone i am not happy with.&lt;br /&gt;i will never let anyone tell me what to do.  i take advices though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95998050?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95998050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95998050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95998050' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95816741</id><published>2003-06-18T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T23:30:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite was a little eerie.  when nono arrived at home late last nite he told me to look at the man standing in the fly over (our unit, which is on the 4th floor of the building was facing the fly over).  so i peered through the window and saw the man looking agitated and was thinking hard.  nono asked me if i thought he would jump.  i cannot answer coz deep down i don't wanna know what that man was planning to do.  so we (nono and i) went to the kitchen to fix dinner.  then nono checked the man once more before entering the bed room.  when he was inside the bedroom, i got curious and checked the man out.  geesus, the man was actually positioning himself to jump (he got his right leg up the railing) and i was frantic.  i told nono to go out and distract him.  when nono went out, i turned on the light (which i think distracted the man since our room was in front of him) then i went out as if to look after nono.  then the man went away.  i was glad.  i was thinking did he really think of killiing himself?  i wonder where he was right now.  i hope he had time to think over his problem and forget about suicide.  geesus... &lt;br /&gt;now, &lt;a href="http://www.insultmonger.com/swearing/filipino.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is one hell of a site, i was all red reading it, try it and have fun (don't worry you can still enjoy your meal).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad to se another blogger go. &lt;a href="http://crawlin.my-islandgetaway.com/"&gt;joyce&lt;/a&gt; i'll miss yah siste, hope you come back as soon as.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95816741?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95816741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95816741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95816741' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95779309</id><published>2003-06-17T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T21:53:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img width=75, height=75, src="http://www.bookrags.com/img/amazon/cho.gif"align=left&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt; i just came back from lunch.  and i have good news for myself and nono *laughs".  after lunch, essie, alma and i dropped by at the drugstore to by some pantyliners (yes, some days you really cannot live without it).  on our way out the grocery store, my attention was drawn by a big box full of books with prozes ranging from P10-up.  so i bent infront of that box and scour the books one by one looking for a familiar title.  well, i didn't find anything of asher lev.  then i went inside the stall and with one scan i almost jumped for joy, laying in the bottom of a file of books was Chaim potok's &lt;i&gt;THe chosen&lt;/i&gt;.  i was like, shit, i'm almost there, i can smell asher nearing.  well i didn't find asher but i bought&lt;i&gt; The chosen&lt;/i&gt; anyway.  it cost me P60 (i was not ecstsactic since they used to cost P12, well 7 years ago*tehee*) it's like $1 and a few cents maybe.  so today i have in my hand another novel by the late chaim potok.  i think nono will be as happy as i am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95779309?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95779309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95779309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95779309' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95771176</id><published>2003-06-17T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T17:21:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt; i am staying away from corporate look, it was just so un-me and it doesn't suit me.  i got  a little frustrated yesterday when i tried a colared beige long sleeves from &lt;i&gt;human&lt;/i&gt;, size small.  well, i got problem with my shoulders (meaning they're not broad enough to hold it in place) so it looked pathetic on me.  i really really loved that piece of clothe but how on hell will i wearit if it looked that way on me.  pitty that i am skinny. pitty that i am not tall.   geesus, the assets that i lack.  i ain't complaining (i have flat chest, i ain't complaining). i mean i look good wearing torn jeans and midriff but sumtimes when i feel a little bit of my age i wanna wear sumthing different.  anyway, i guess i am stuck with the torn jeans and midriffs, shit. &lt;br /&gt;anywayz, here's one interesting site &lt;a href="http://www.idiofunctional.blogspot.com/"&gt;donnie&lt;/a&gt;.  i had fun reading his entries. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95771176?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95771176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95771176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95771176' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95739750</id><published>2003-06-16T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T16:30:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt; i am scouring every booksale hoping to find a copy (used or new) of "the gift of asher lev".  unfortunately, it's not available.  and i am also trying to find a copy of "my name is asher lev" as my copy is all worn out from previous reading and re-readings that nono and i do (yes, we're taking turns in reading and re-reading it).  i came upon "my name is asher lev" when i was 16.  i picked it up out of curiosity.  you see, i just finished reading a book called 'the portraits" about a family of jews. suddenly i was interested with jews.  so when i found out (through the back cover) that it was about a jew, i picked it up.  whne i got home, i never read it.  then came a day when i have outgrown the books so i stack them up at the back of the house only to dig them eight years later when someone was borowing some books from me.  so i started digging through dust and webs unitl i found what i was looking for and with it comes the  book of "my name is asher lev".  i thought i'll have time read it to kill time when i don't have anything to do but as again, i never did so i stack it away for the second time, this time in the cabinet on the dirty kitchen.  it wasn't until last year when nono, while watching me washing the dishes noticed the book at the top of hte cabinet.  he asked me if it was a good book, i told him i never read it.  he did and told me how good it was.  so after he read it, i got curios if he was telling the truth (nono has a way of describing things, more often than not, he was exaggerrating), well he was lying all right, the book was more than what he have described it.  thus start our addiction to "asher lev".  right now, we really are dying on getting our hands on "the gift of asher lev", when we'll have it in "real" paperback, we yet do not know.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95739750?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95739750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95739750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95739750' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95653754</id><published>2003-06-13T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T23:03:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img width=150, height=90 src="http://www.ranaroyale.com/McConaughey/htlagpromopic2.jpg" align=right&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt; i saw how to loose a guy in ten days- again.  yes.  ican't get enough of it.  and of &lt;a href="http://www.ranaroyale.com/McConaughey/"&gt; matthew mcconaughey&lt;/a&gt; as well. damn, he is sooooo sexy. anyway, the movie is good.  well i am talking about it being a funny love story movie, you know.  have you seen it? will you agree with me if i say that kate hudson looks like (or at least have a resemblance) J.lo?&lt;br&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95653754?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95653754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95653754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95653754' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95608934</id><published>2003-06-12T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T20:10:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy independence day! i am actually a day late since independence day was yesterday, june 12th, but in the office today is the "honored" day, meaning no work or double pay.  as for me and the rest of my officemtes, it's just an ordinary day since we follow holidays of US (my boss resides there but is a Filipino whom i think forgot that he used to be one of "us").  anywayz, yesterday i got 2 mini philippine flag from mercury drug store.  i was a little bit amazed that they actually spent time (or money) to bring the independence 'spirit' in every filipino they can reach.  i was feeling patriotic i got two flags (the one belonged to alma actually).  so there i was, carrying the mini phil flag on my way home.  i had to stand in the bus (since it's crowded during rush hours) wiht open windows, thus sending my mini flag waving.  yes, i was being patriotic (how many times did i said it?)  while walking on my way to the building where i live, a policeman asked for one of the mini.  i was being selfish i thought i won't give it to him but i was thinking "whoa, someone like a mini flag too?"  it's something you know.  most filipinos will walk over it if i drop it on the street, but this one was actually asking to have it?  so alma and i gave it to him. two patriotic persons, hmmm...not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espie (my nextdoor neighbor) knocked on the door last night to tell that an old woman won a P100,000.00 playing bingo. i forgot to blab about what i did last wednesday, welll espie and i went to bingo to have fun.  i mean she was left most of the time in their unit tending to her two cute kids and the house chores so i think it is only fair that her husband gave her that day to go out with me.  i didn't win anything but i had a great time.  espie won. yes. i was ecstactic when her final number was called, i think the onlookers were as ecstactic as i was since they start cheering too. she won the P3,000 price which was split for two since a man also bingoed with the same last number. that's about it.  espie and i will go back since she have tickets (which were forcely sold to her when she won)  and she wants me to go with her since she consider me a lucky charm.  eww, i don't think i am lucky at all, she is the one who is lucky.  later...  &lt;br /&gt;BTW, yesterday i went to surfing the net and i came across two interesting sites with very interesting and kewl lay out and i am blabbing about &lt;a href="http://www.haunted-heart.net/laura/"&gt;laura&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://musicofmyheart.deep-ice.com/"&gt;hannah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://crawlin.my-islandgetaway.com/"&gt;joyce&lt;/a&gt; have a bunch of interesting linkage (yes, it's from her site that i got tempted to visit the two kewl site (i was always peeking *shhh*).  visit them. you can even donate an oral sex ( i am not kidding!) if you wanted to.  well, i thought i have to inform you...tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's &lt;a href="fridayfive.org"&gt; friday five &lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;. What's one thing you've always wanted to do, but never have?&lt;br /&gt;sing in front of thousand of people and i think i'll never be able to do (i can't sing you know)&lt;br /&gt;2. When someone asks your opinion about a new haircut/outfit/etc, are you always honest?&lt;br /&gt;i try to be. if i don't like it i make sure to say it in a nice way though&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever found out something about a friend and then wished you hadn't? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;yes. i was never allowed to visit their house unless i spill it over her family (the secret that is)&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could live in any fictional world (from a book/movie/game/etc.) which would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;geesh, let's see...this is actually a difficult one since there's so many i wanted to be *tehe*.  well, i wanna be asher lev.  to have the "gift".&lt;br /&gt;5. What's one talent/skill you don't have but always wanted?&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to paint but i guess  i lack too much imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95608934?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95608934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95608934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95608934' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95576961</id><published>2003-06-11T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T21:21:59.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;what kind of &lt;a href="http://www.paradiseawaits.com/Tree.html#poplar"&gt; tree &lt;/a&gt; are you? well, i am a Poplar tree. and it says:&lt;br&gt;Poplar, The Uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;Looks very decorative, no self-confident behavior, only courageous if necessary, needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, artistic nature, good organizer, tends to philosophy, reliable in any situation, takes partnership serious.&lt;br&gt;meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95576961?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95576961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95576961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95576961' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95573688</id><published>2003-06-11T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T19:38:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all get hurt&lt;br /&gt;we all cry&lt;br /&gt;we all get wounded&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i get hurt as often as the season changes&lt;br /&gt;i cry more often than the rain&lt;br /&gt;i get wounded easily &lt;br /&gt;(c)peachy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95573688?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95573688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95573688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95573688' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95568336</id><published>2003-06-11T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T16:31:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back.  not that i left but i was ust so-o lazy to blog and there were no things to talk about really.  i got a headache.  what's new? i always get headaches.  well the headache was not intentional (headache is an excuse if i was too lazy to go to work*teehee*).  alma, essie, sir randy and i have formed a habit.  we do tong-its.  tong-its is a form of card games,yes i think it is considered ag gambling since it is, more often than not, involve some money.  so there, the habit started in the office when one time we were so-o bored and there was no work (dictations, i work as a med transcriber you see) coming for a month.  so there, out of boredom, our editor at that time, kuya Pax, suggested that we buy cards and that we play ( i think the guys got bored playing casino online so they brought it to life.  anyway, there start the usually a game to kill time to a more frequently played game even after work hours.  and yesterday, we brought it home.  i swear i ain't gonna do it again.  we did it for five or six hours (yes *sigh*), we started at six o'clock pm til 12 midnight.  so after six hours, my stomach is lurching (this is a game when you got sucked in will make you unconscious of time), my back aches, i won four pesos.  yes, four pesos.  it's not even enough to buy me an alaxan.  so right there and there i swear i ain't gonna do it again.  now i wonder, how on hell do they do it? i mean of the people who sits around day and night doing it.  may be they just got so immune they cannot even differ pain from pain.  geesh, i don't wanna grow old that way, by the way, i cannot stand back pain.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95568336?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95568336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95568336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95568336' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95357563</id><published>2003-06-05T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T22:05:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's &lt;a href="fridayfive.com"&gt;friday five:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many times have you truly been in love?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. the intensity isn't just the same as the last one.&lt;br /&gt;2. What was/is so great about the person you love(d) the most?&lt;br /&gt;i guess that'll be he can bring out the best in me.  it's not a cliche, ok. it's true.  one more thing is that he is so family oriented and since i grew up in a dysfunctional family, i am learning how it feels to have a family and i am getting ideas on how a to raise "normal" family in the future.  &lt;br /&gt;3. What qualities should a significant other have?&lt;br /&gt;there are so many qualities but of course one cannot posess all of them.  at least he should have one of these though: unselfish. understanding. someone who neutralizes you. someone who accept mistakes and who can see you as the most beautiful person even if you are in ur worst time (ok shoot me.  i guess i am watching too many romantic movies). these are some of the few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to think i had but i guess somewhere back in time i had, unintentionally. but i guess they'll thank me now if they find someone that better suits them.&lt;br /&gt;5. If there was one thing you could teach people about love, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;in love, no one is perfect. you should be able to accept ur and ur partner's  mistake.  and don't forget to love, it's one of the nicest thing around. getting hurt is part of it, but what is life wihtout obstacles, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95357563?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95357563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95357563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95357563' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95352324</id><published>2003-06-05T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T22:30:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt; &lt;img width=70, height=75, border=1, src="http://www.missuniverse.com/images/home3-1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img widht=70, height=75, border=1, src="http://www.missuniverse.com/delegates/2003/images/main/PH.jpg"&gt; &lt;img width=70, height=75, border=1, src="http://www.missuniverse.com/delegates/2003/images/main/US.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda mess the site again i guess.  yesterday's post was a real mess.  well, i was talkin about the miss u pageant.  as i posted (but it's not there) i haven't seen it in the tv so i logged to the &lt;a href="missuniverse.com"&gt;miss u&lt;/a&gt; site and i checked on the reigning miss u, ms. DR the new miss u, miss US, and miss philippines.  i guess there'll be only three interesting candidates there, the candidate representing ur country, even if you don't like her of course ur hoping that she will take home the crown.  second, miss USA, well of course , miss usa is miss usa. miss u is like incorporated with miss usa.  then lastly, the one who took the crown.  i guess i wanted to know if she really deserves to win.  so there.  i checked. miss dominican republic, amelia vega (gosh she looks like a doll&gt; deserves to win.  i read her "written" interview" and she has fantastic answers unlike miss Phi who seemed nervous answering even if it was a "written" interview. i wonder what happened (to ms. Phi).  she seemed OK when i saw her in the Binibining Pilipinas pageant, seemed collected and full of confidence.  i wonder what happened.  about miss usa, hmmm, well she wanted to be an actress that's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;it only ocurred to me that the reigning miss u lookoed like my classmate back in high school.  i wonder where jack is rght now.  that beautiful girl..hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95352324?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95352324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95352324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95352324' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95319407</id><published>2003-06-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T23:37:08.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i learned today (well i knew it before okay), is that people like those peolple who are good at them.  i mean there's nothing wrong with that right?  well, thing is if i were that person, i wouldn't care if you won't like me just because i don't agree with the things you believe and do.  i mean even if you are my friend or a part of my family,  if i think it won't be good for you i won't tolerate it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, who saw the miss universe pageant?  i didn't so i logged to &lt;a href="http://missuniverse.com&gt;missuniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;.  miss philippines didn't even make it to top 15.  when i read the interview, i clearly know why.  and miss domincan republic deserves it.  her answers were very solid compared to that of ms. philippines whom i think was nervous even if it was a written interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95319407?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95319407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95319407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95319407' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95311107</id><published>2003-06-04T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T19:22:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt; earlier i studied html.  yes frames and tables.  i didn't know it was that easy.  anyway, i got a surprise for all meteor garden fans, i got the lyrics from the OST *yeah*.  here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo yao te ai (ost. meteor garden) &lt;br /&gt;Sui ran jing chang meng jian ni Hai shi hao wu tou xu &lt;br /&gt;Wai mian zheng zai xia zhe yu Jing tian shi xing qi ji &lt;br /&gt;BUT I DON'T KNOW Ni qu na li &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sui ran bu ceng huai yi ni Hai shi tan te bu ding &lt;br /&gt;Shui shi ni de na ge wei yi Yuan liang wo huai yi zi ji &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Wo ming bai Wo yao te ai Hui ba wo chong huai &lt;br /&gt;Xiang yi ge xiao hai Zhi dong zai ni huai li huai &lt;br /&gt;Ni yao de ai Bu zhi she yi lai &lt;br /&gt;Yao xiang ge da nan hai Feng chui you ri sai Sheng huo zi you zi zai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *~,~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can sing it wholeheartedly, though i can't 'stand any of it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95311107?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95311107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95311107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95311107' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95212168</id><published>2003-06-02T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T18:44:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astrology.com/"&gt;daily horoscope:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter when you awaken, you have the feeling that it's sunrise. A new day, week and month stretch before you, brimming with fresh potential. Sing your song in any variation that comes to your lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess one thing you should do to forgive is to eat your pride.  forget that you've been hurt. and forget striking back, hurting that person as bad.  i did.  well the only person i cannot forgive i guess is my boss *teehee*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95212168?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95212168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95212168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95212168' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95180950</id><published>2003-06-01T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T16:35:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear peachy,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your horoscope&lt;br /&gt;for Sunday, June 1:&lt;br /&gt;You can't shake the feeling that you had something valuable and then lost it. Try to calm down before you make some hasty decisions. The story isn't over yet. &lt;br /&gt;get yours &lt;a href="http://www.astrology.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95180950?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95180950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95180950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95180950' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95173633</id><published>2003-06-01T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T19:37:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i really really abhor my boss.  offset na lang daw un ipinasok ko nung wednesday na supposedly ay off ko.  i was like wahhaattt? tangna nya.  hindi na nga double pay un i offset nya pa.  hindi ba nya alam kung gaano kahirap gumising pag may bagyo at gaano kahirap mag commute?  tadew nya.  wag nya akong matawag tawag ulit pag off ko dahil hindi ko siya sisiputin.  tang ina nya.  talaga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95173633?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95173633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95173633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95173633' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95115349</id><published>2003-05-31T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T02:55:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sick.  i woke up healthy then after two hours at work i developed a fever.  *sniffs*.  last night i saw a history in the making.  i watched the &lt;a href="http://www.pba.com.ph/all-star/news.htm"&gt;Crispa-toyota reunion&lt;/a&gt;.   crispa and toyota were dubbed as the greatest rivalry of all time in philippine basketball.  i was rooting for crispa but they lost.  anyway, it was a nice game.  all the players were basketball seniors (of 1975-1983) so you can imagine most of them having beer belly and white hairs.  at first i thought the game will be a drag since they're kinda old.  at the start of the game it looked like it since the used to be players were very hesitant to run in the hard court.  after a few minutes i think they forgot that they have brittle bones and graying hair as they start gaining momentum knocking each other out.  the first minute it seemed like a friendly game as if they were playing for hte benefit of those who were in the audience who were very eager to see them again, so the players were all grinning.  after awhile they all looked serious, each one wanting for their team to win.  as saldana puts it "yung players ng crispa ewan ko nambabangga na and nananakit" in a rude way.  right now i hated saldana.  what, did he think he'll be playing with marsmallows there?  anyways, the last two minutes were of adrenalin rush.  geesus, i cannot remember since i last screamed out of joy, but last night i was.  i didn't care if the neighbors thought i was crazy and all, but i was cheering for my team.  anywayz, so the ever famous jaworski took the last fatal shot and assured his team-toyota for a win.  it was his only shot for the game actually and it was from the three point line and i hated him for it but love him for making the crowd happy.  i think no one thought he was capable of pulling it.  was it a lucky shot? i can't tell but it sure is a lucky shot for toyota.  anyway, right now i am more intrigued of the atoy co-alona alegre thing. hmm.. how come i did not know that? well i was five years old at that time so forgive me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way why dont you try &lt;a href="http://fridayfive.org/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fridayfive.org/f5button.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95115349?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95115349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95115349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95115349' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-95011410</id><published>2003-05-28T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T16:42:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your horoscope&lt;br /&gt;for Wednesday, May 28:&lt;br /&gt;Sweep the world into your arms with a vast, dramatic gesture. Expect positive feedback. When you claim to be wealthy, most people understand that it's a figure of speech. Money does seem to enjoy your company. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money...hmmm i love the sound of that word *tehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-95011410?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95011410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/95011410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95011410' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94973505</id><published>2003-05-27T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T16:42:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;okay it's raining.  i love rain more than i love summer.  but not today. it is supposed to be my off but due to bulky work that came today alma called me and so i am here.  nice rain.  the front of the building is flooded thus soaking my boots all the way. nice day huh?  that's what i figured.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94973505?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94973505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94973505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94973505' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94813946</id><published>2003-05-23T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T19:24:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align"center"&gt; &lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now i feel betrayed.  i have lost my sense of trust.  i find it hard to trust someone else's right now without being paranoid.  i get very crazy.  so when people say things i only half listen, thinking they're lying.  i guess that's one thing you get when your own friend doesn't trust you.  it's so fucking to think that people think they knew you when they really don't.  so i am disassociating myself from someone right now.  my sense of self has been torn to pieces and i am not laughing.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94813946?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94813946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94813946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94813946' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94769041</id><published>2003-05-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T23:12:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align"center"&gt; &lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namnamin ang karangyaan&lt;br /&gt;na galing sa kasamaan&lt;br /&gt;tawanan ang mga&lt;br /&gt;taong iyong naapakan&lt;br /&gt;ito na marahil ang huling&lt;br /&gt;panaahon &lt;br /&gt;na ikaw ay magkakaroon&lt;br /&gt;ng ganitong pagkakataon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gumising na sila&lt;br /&gt;wala ng tali sa paa&lt;br /&gt;nakakakita na &lt;br /&gt;wala ng piring sa mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muli ay babangon&lt;br /&gt;sarili ay iaahon&lt;br /&gt;sa mundong iyong sinakal&lt;br /&gt;at mga yamang  iyong binungkal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako man dati ay bingi&lt;br /&gt;nagbubulag-bulagan&lt;br /&gt;halos walang karapatan&lt;br /&gt;ngunit hindi na ngayon&lt;br /&gt;iba na ang panahon&lt;br /&gt;ako ay aahon&lt;br /&gt;mula sa pagkakabaon&lt;br /&gt;(c)peachy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94769041?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94769041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94769041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94769041' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94764851</id><published>2003-05-22T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T01:30:38.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no longer care..&lt;br /&gt;my hands  are tied&lt;br /&gt;but i am not blind&lt;br /&gt;i am scared &lt;br /&gt;i am weak&lt;br /&gt;i am running &lt;br /&gt;and i cannot speak&lt;br /&gt;the truth lingers&lt;br /&gt;but then it fade away&lt;br /&gt;leaving me wasted&lt;br /&gt;and unwanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got blisters on my feet now&lt;br /&gt;and my skin's burned&lt;br /&gt;my head is aching &lt;br /&gt;and my stomach churns&lt;br /&gt;memories haunts me&lt;br /&gt;and i lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not me&lt;br /&gt;i am not you&lt;br /&gt;i keep reminding myself&lt;br /&gt;i no longer care&lt;br /&gt;(c)peachy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94764851?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94764851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94764851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94764851' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94759635</id><published>2003-05-22T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T16:39:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning... nono and i decided to not to watch.  there was nothing that we  wanted to watch anyway.  so we scour the mall for nothing until we came upon The Dawn performing. it was worth the night.  jeff pangan has a good vocals and range.  they sung their hit songs plus a cover of &lt;i&gt;in the name of love&lt;/i&gt;, i love the way jeff performed it.  one thing i cannot help noticing was how beautiful jeff's fingers were..geesh..nice hands jeff. &lt;br /&gt;after watching the dawn we went home.  then we listened to&lt;i&gt; asin&lt;/i&gt;.  asin brought me back in candaba. i remember the tress, the haystack, the rain, the smell of earth, and my yellow dress...anywayz, i like asin better now since i can understand the lyrics more.  the lyrics were very poetic (in my opinion) and political.  may be you should try listening to it, it will give you new perspective in life, well, may be.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94759635?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94759635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94759635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94759635' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94729960</id><published>2003-05-22T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T03:04:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day, huh? i'm so-o full.  just finished my snack, that of shrimp cracker (yes, that stinky cracker) and a zesto calamansi soda (which i got for free, sir randy paid for it *tehehe*).  i'll be leaving at about six pm.  nono and i will see a movie at the megamall tonite.  she called earlier to tell me that.  it was kind of prize from yesterday since nono said, "ang dami mong nilabhan kahapon".  yup, i did the laundry yesterday-loads of laundry for that matter.  i don't really mind doing house chores, i like keeping myslf busy especially if there was music to pump my adrenalins out.  so tonite we'll be seeing a movie.  truth is i do not know what movies are being shown tonite but i'll be in megamall in less than an hour...so tata!&lt;br /&gt;i wrote sumthing awhile ago...it's nice to know that i can still write.  i stopped for about a year but then it is comin' back to me...anyway, i really gotta go...and yes, i was not able to see meteor garden today.  i don't feel like sitting in front of the t.v. that's why.  sumtimes i get to lazy to do sumthing... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94729960?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94729960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94729960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94729960' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94727984</id><published>2003-05-22T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T01:35:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am moving so slowly&lt;br /&gt;while the world around me spins&lt;br /&gt;everything is weighing down on me&lt;br /&gt;and crushing me in between...&lt;br /&gt;i cannot breath using my mouth and nose&lt;br /&gt;i think i got a little something of everything&lt;br /&gt;and got overdosed...&lt;br /&gt;my head aches&lt;br /&gt;my stomach burns&lt;br /&gt;i am now crying&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot run...&lt;br /&gt;hold me, rock me&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep somehow...&lt;br /&gt;(c)peachy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94727984?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94727984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94727984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94727984' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94720929</id><published>2003-05-21T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T01:35:11.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess you can have a friend you trust yet they won't trust you.  this is a clear case between me and essie.  ever since she  got married i lost the privilege to visit in their house and see her cute niece paopao.  the only reason she said is that i do not know how to lie.  so she is assuming that i will tell her sister, brothers and her whole family about the not oh so secret marriage.  i was hurt.  i know i am not like that.  she doesn't trust me.  well she does not know me well.  back to the &lt;i&gt; hurt &lt;/i&gt; part.  i pitied myself.  here i am considering a friend who is not ready to trust me.  i've lost lots of people around me, so i guess this is not so ordinary anymore. i have other friends and they trust me. then why can't a &lt;i&gt;bestfriend &lt;/i&gt; trust her bestfriend?  so i guess it's not worth remaining as such? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda sad.  we've been together for 10 years and now it came to this.  if i knew this would happen, i might as well not uprooted her from pampanga.  the thing is everything was rushed.  she met someone throught chat.  they met.  after two weeks they married.  the conflict is:  she is INC and he is not.  they should have waited.  besides both side of their families approved.  why didn't they wait for him to get converted and got married without anyone in her family knowing? and why did she tell me for (of course i got told after her husband left for guam), only to be told that i may as well cease from visiting their home in case i let it slipped off?  the fuck.  some people can get selfish and all.      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94720929?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94720929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94720929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94720929' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94717852</id><published>2003-05-21T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T23:11:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so alma and i are getting crazy over F4.  i just finished surfing the net learnign more about F4 and alma is currently drooling over it.  so they're not young as i thought them to be so the guilt i felt (as if) on drooling over someone younger was lifted *tehehe*.  dao ming si (jerry yen) is the same age as i am (like it really matters-haha).  anywayz, alma and i changed our wallpapers to jerry yen and alma and i thought of buying posters to put in the office, haha i can imagine sir randy's reaction *lol*.  anywayz, this is really getting crazy, will somebody shoot me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/taiwan_meteorgarden.shtml"&gt; the spoiler &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94717852?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94717852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94717852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94717852' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94709884</id><published>2003-05-21T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T20:02:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only been three weeks and it's hotter than summer itself.  yes, &lt;a href="http://www.mm52.com/chineseidols/f4/"&gt; F4 &lt;/a&gt; is making waves in this side of the world.  imagine a 25-year-old woman practically runnning home to see the 13th episode of it...yes, i did.  and i wasn't disappointed in yesterday's episode.  in fact, alma and i can't stop giggling.  geesh, i miss getting kilig.  i think the only time i was giggling this hard was way back with the new kids.  yes, i did hope for new kids to come and marry me *tehehe*.  and with nick carter of bsb to do the same *lol*.  &lt;a href="http://www.cse.unsw.edu.au/~jpko568/meteor.html"&gt; meteor garden &lt;/a&gt; is fun to watch so if you're a teen and all, watch it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94709884?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94709884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94709884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94709884' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94614224</id><published>2003-05-19T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T19:23:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072102 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am watching you through slow motions &lt;br /&gt;memorizing each act &lt;br /&gt;the way tears escaped from your &lt;br /&gt;slow moving eyes &lt;br /&gt;the way your lips react and smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not a malignant world after all &lt;br /&gt;even queens suffer from wordly disease &lt;br /&gt;and fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who thought of I being invincible? &lt;br /&gt;who thought of I being great? &lt;br /&gt;who thought of I knowing not to cry? &lt;br /&gt;who thought of i not prone to wounds &lt;br /&gt;and bleed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am but one of you &lt;br /&gt;i fall, i get bruised &lt;br /&gt;beautiful face as i am &lt;br /&gt;i am no greater than you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may have launched a thousand ships &lt;br /&gt;i have my own crowd of slaves to &lt;br /&gt;worship me &lt;br /&gt;i am but a flawed creature &lt;br /&gt;nothing less, nothing more. (c)peachy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94614224?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94614224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94614224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94614224' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94567090</id><published>2003-05-18T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T22:56:31.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt; so from cabanatuan we transported the stereo.  nono took some cd's too.  so we arived at 10pm in pasay and the bulb in the kitchen was currently not functioning (actually it bursted) so the light source came from the bathroom giving us a dim light.  i was preparing the late night dinner and nono was setting the stereo and he put a cd on.  think of laura of christopher cross serenaded me, i was half thinking, half-wishing for nono to grab me and start slow dancing with me.  i blushed with the idea but he never did *laughs*.  i was quite disappointed, mind you.  but it's okay.  he's probably too worn out but he was never really that romantic so what do you expect.  later again... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94567090?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94567090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94567090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94567090' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94558673</id><published>2003-05-18T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T21:39:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justified"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a long sunday.  and tiring. but i guess it's worth it.  nono and i went to cabanatuan last saturday.  i9t was kinda funny cuz the bus terminal for cabanatuan is just across the street and we didn't catch the last trip, we're 30 minutes late.  so we took the train to  north edsa hoping to catch a  bus.  we figured if it left 30 minutes ago and there was a traffic, chances are we can catch it.  well, we kinda messed up coz if we stopped at the cubao station, we can actually get a a seat.  since we went straight to north edsa, the buses were already full leaving nono and i riding an &lt;i&gt;ordinary&lt;/i&gt; trip (bus minus the aircon), and we were standing all the way from north edsa to pulilan.  anyway, we made it to cabanatuan at past 12 midnight.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94558673?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94558673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94558673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94558673' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94491058</id><published>2003-05-17T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T22:06:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you i get bored easily hence the new lay out.  i run out of time so it's not quite finished but i'll be back on monday...anyway, one thing today is the last day at work of pax, our editor.  it's inda sad since he's so makulit and he makes work a lot easier and fun.  we'll sure miss him...i won't be in pampanga tonite.  nono and i will go home in cabanatuan instead.  he misses his family a whole lot and i think he realy needs to see them to put his mental thing in place.  so long peeps.  while im away try to sing the lyrics below. have fun. tatah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94491058?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94491058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94491058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94491058' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94486970</id><published>2003-05-16T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T22:40:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;Your wish is granted sooner than you expect. Try to enjoy a special time that was meant for you. Conceal your doubts, and your friends will never know the difference. ..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what wish? i didn't make any, not that i can remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94486970?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94486970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94486970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94486970' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94478019</id><published>2003-05-16T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T17:49:18.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt; i'm a little upset.  nono arived late last night to tell me a bad news.  we &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; didn't finished the movie&lt;i&gt; Matrix reloaded&lt;/i&gt;. i was like, "waaahaaat???whadayamean?".  ted, nono's officemate told him that a lot of people left after the credits were shown.  well, nono and i left when the credits were shown, of course it meant hte movie was over, right? NOT! ted told nono that after the credits, something was still in there.  i was like it can't be.  i mean could that the be&lt;i&gt; Matrix REvolution&lt;/i&gt;?  no, no, no, it can't be.  geesh, i am feeling all fucked up now.  i think i have to see the movie again to see for myself.  but right now i ma actually gritting my teeth. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94478019?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94478019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94478019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94478019' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94427680</id><published>2003-05-15T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T18:03:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt; last night i saw &lt;i&gt;the matrix reloaded&lt;/i&gt;.  the effects were superb, they surprised me though i was expecting this kind but i was blown away. i dont wanna elaborate more about the movie in case you haven't seen it yet. i wouldn't want to spoil it for you, would i? so maybe i will talk about keanu reeves?  well, from the looks of it, he came along way (obviously) from young guns, &lt;a href="http://www.reeves-dogstar.com/pics3/billandted03.jpg"&gt; bill and ted's bogus journey &lt;/a&gt; -btw have you seen this movie? - and who can forget a gorgeous shy looking keanu in paula abdul's music video of &lt;i&gt; rush rush&lt;/i&gt; - he is definitely to die for in that video, mysterious and all - geesh, i remember the feeling *eww*.  then of course the credits goes on and on.  aside from that rush rush video, i liked him best in the movie &lt;a href="http://www.reeves-dogstar.com/pics3/walk03.gif"&gt; a walk in the cloud &lt;/a&gt;.  i think i forgot to tell you that i saw it again last sunday for the nth time and cant get enough of it.  back to movie, who can resist a keanu singing AMOR and who wont fall in love with such a guy (keanu's character in the movie)?  for sure i would.  i think i did *hehe*.  i also  fell inlove with him on &lt;a href="http://www.reeves-dogstar.com/pics3/sweet07.jpg"&gt; Sweet November &lt;/a&gt;. oh yes i love romantic movies but then i love seeing movies like the matrix in the big screen, its nice seeing the effects larger than life.  its more fun seeing them there, romantic movies i can seetle with vhs and a 17" screen and drool over. hehe.  i think i am saying non sense already, later.. i am hungry. now where is that delivery?&lt;br /&gt;click here for more &lt;a href="http://www.reeves-dogstar.com/index.html"&gt; keanu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94427680?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94427680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94427680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94427680' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94361829</id><published>2003-05-14T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T21:18:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;my horoscope for today is:Let your coworkers do more than their share. Leave your charge card at home. Taurus could mistake diminishing cosmic pressure for a ticket to the lap of luxury. Soon enough you'll find something that really excites you. &lt;br&gt;get your personalized horoscope&lt;a href="http://my3.chartshop.com/scripts/runisa.dll?AO.196982:FREEPERSONAL:2072792888:IVFPFREE"&gt; here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justified"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;i wonder what that means....anyway, this lay out is so &lt;i&gt;unme&lt;/i&gt; but i will stick with it for awhile.  as i'd said i get bored easily so who knows i might change the lay out any time.  i don't really like the lay out as i'd said it's so unme but of course you don't judge the book by its cover, right? later. tatah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94361829?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94361829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94361829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94361829' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94255271</id><published>2003-05-13T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T02:31:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt; i guess i will call it a day.  my eyes hurts and i think the only culprit is renovating this site.  yup, i kinda messed the other one so i decided to do a new one and this is it.  i won't be here tomorrow but i'll be back the day after though. im too tired and tired. good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94255271?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94255271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94255271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94255271' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383645.post-94191169</id><published>2003-05-12T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T00:59:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt; it was a little bit weird but i kinda fucked the other blog.  it seems that i can't get through that's why i am in this page.  as i was saying in the other blog that i was not able to publish was earlier this morning i was fucking excited coz i wanted to get the picture of nono and i scanned.  the thing is instead of the regular P10 it now cost P20! like, fucking shit, what the hell happened? so i backed out.  i mean, it's not worth it, not when i know it won't cost that much. &lt;br /&gt;and yes, it's the 12th of may, happy birthday to me.  nono and i went to baclaran earlier this morning to attend the mass.  the weather was good since it was kinda humid and all. then we went to jollibee to eat some pancakes.  well, it's all we can afford for now.  anywayz, tatah for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383645-94191169?l=gettinglost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94191169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383645/posts/default/94191169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettinglost.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94191169' title=''/><author><name>miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785409164248054710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
