<?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-875322306423101737</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:04:16.340-07:00</updated><category term='favorite girl'/><category term='baksyon'/><category term='regrets'/><category term='lolo'/><category term='dying'/><category term='race with time'/><category term='bagong balat..haha'/><category term='good friends'/><category term='coping'/><category term='alagang hayop'/><title type='text'>lilathoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Chronicles of the Purple Goddess</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-5837869422354325266</id><published>2009-12-12T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:52:05.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is my best friend.</title><content type='html'>What a blessing this day has been. &lt;br /&gt;Praise God for that! :D&lt;br /&gt;Our GYG focused on surrendering everything to the Lord and being totally dependent on HIM.&lt;br /&gt;This is quite a challenge I must say. It is almost natural for people, such as myself, to be dependent on worldly things. I was just talking to my good friend some days ago about decisions that i should be making. It was in this conversation that I was reminded once more that our own strength should not be the one we are using. There will be times when God weakens us so that His glory will be revealed. It just struck me..seeing how appropriate that is at this point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am taking on the challenge. I surrender everything to the Lord..every little thing, every little problem, every little decision..I shall confide all to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;He is the only one who has total control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-5837869422354325266?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/5837869422354325266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=5837869422354325266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5837869422354325266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5837869422354325266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2009/12/jesus-is-my-best-friend.html' title='Jesus is my best friend.'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-133111408073599739</id><published>2009-12-09T02:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:53:37.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>half way through Job</title><content type='html'>i plan to finish it tonight so i could start on another book tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm using the diary again. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening. God loves you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-133111408073599739?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/133111408073599739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=133111408073599739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/133111408073599739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/133111408073599739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2009/12/half-way-through-job.html' title='half way through Job'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-1680724269433438812</id><published>2009-12-07T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:45:29.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise God for the good things. :D</title><content type='html'>these past few days have just been filled with both happy and sad emotions, both at extreme levels. oh what joy! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I thank God for everything. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-1680724269433438812?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/1680724269433438812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=1680724269433438812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1680724269433438812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1680724269433438812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2009/12/praise-god-for-good-things-d.html' title='Praise God for the good things. :D'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-3983174973741403551</id><published>2009-11-29T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T02:18:35.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh life. :P</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a Sunday.. a fun-filled one.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up later than I hoped for. It was 9am. Late considering that I have to meet a friend at the train station at 10am. So I rushed my shower and got ready. I arrived almost half an hour after ten but it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to spend some time with former street children. They are now being cared for by a foundation. It was really fun. everyone was so excited..the energy level was just HIGH. I especially liked the games where the volunteers and the children were paired up. It was plain to see that everybody was really into it and that just made everything more FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;there was something sad about parting ways with them. Hopefully, i'll find myself visiting them again or doing another activity such as this.&lt;br /&gt;okay..next stop: our church. me and my friend, Mae, went their for the youth concert.&lt;br /&gt;my brothers were already there when we arrived. it was really a good experience. :D&lt;br /&gt;i also got to see some friends that i missed so much. (special note: KATH :D)&lt;br /&gt;after the concert, a friend gave me his purple shirt that i have been asking him for. i did not think that he would seriously give it to me. but then he did, so i was like YAY! haha.&lt;br /&gt;I went home feeling really happy about how that Sunday turned out. Thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I couldn't deny that it was also SO tiring. I went home and had dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, I fell asleep.. too tired to write about it. So there.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-3983174973741403551?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/3983174973741403551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=3983174973741403551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/3983174973741403551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/3983174973741403551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-life-p.html' title='oh life. :P'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-2829807235010784744</id><published>2009-11-28T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:41:40.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not pride. it's self respect.</title><content type='html'>my face is flushing. i don't even know how i feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;sad and angry at the same time. not such a good combination.&lt;br /&gt;okay i put my thoughts of the day in parts but i'll put them together here.&lt;br /&gt;after all, no one reads it. HA!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just feel like someone is taking me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;i clearly don't deserve it since i do all i can for that person.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts. you probably guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't want to be affected by it anymore, seeing that THAT person won't change anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall resort to caring less. i just wish i could stick to the plan.&lt;br /&gt;i mean there's too much emotional involvement.&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way..this is not a romantic relationship! (which is the funny part..it might sound like it is..it's not. seriously. haha :P)&lt;br /&gt;this is just about friends who are not being good friends. yes, as easy and as complicated as that.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i should care less. just so i won't keep on getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;going back to the title..it's not pride. it's self respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. in the remote possibility that THAT person reads this..&lt;br /&gt;i got something to say: if the shoe fits, WEAR it! (because i am SO tired.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. this is making me SO emotional. I don't like this..at all.&lt;br /&gt;okay. *thinks happy thoughts* bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-2829807235010784744?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/2829807235010784744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=2829807235010784744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/2829807235010784744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/2829807235010784744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-pride-its-self-respect.html' title='it&apos;s not pride. it&apos;s self respect.'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-8549453192734982361</id><published>2009-11-26T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T02:03:35.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends don't leave each other</title><content type='html'>hmm..just a significant feeling from today's activities.&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't want to dwell on this.&lt;br /&gt;i just know it involves friends, McDo and some texting.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it will make sense to me when I read this after a year.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i hope it does. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-8549453192734982361?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/8549453192734982361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=8549453192734982361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/8549453192734982361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/8549453192734982361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-dont-leave-each-other.html' title='friends don&apos;t leave each other'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-1110165155563347046</id><published>2009-11-26T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:35:32.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, that was just me being stupid. :P</title><content type='html'>was finally able to edit the profile. yay! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-1110165155563347046?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/1110165155563347046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=1110165155563347046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1110165155563347046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1110165155563347046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-that-was-just-me-being-stupid-p.html' title='okay, that was just me being stupid. :P'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-5862888278640170517</id><published>2009-11-26T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T04:56:20.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog, why are you messing with me?&lt;br /&gt;i already edited the profile. but no, you still choose to display my old profile.&lt;br /&gt;well come on and get fixed already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-5862888278640170517?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/5862888278640170517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=5862888278640170517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5862888278640170517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5862888278640170517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-why-are-you-messing-with-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-4063509933263994211</id><published>2009-11-25T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:38:53.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am bad blogger. TSK.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I have neglected this blog for almost a year already. Tsk. This is bad. I just have SO many other blogs and stuff. From now on though, I will pay this one the attention it deserves. That probably means writing more often...and that is a good thing!!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please give me THE drive to write again. I need to pass those articles tomorrow. And yeah, another assignment for the class blog is due. I hope the internet cooperates this time so I'll be able to upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that internet connection is just ANNOYING. It seems that something is always wrong with it. You think I am overreacting? well, try being disconnected every 3 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;So now you see what I am dealing with here? tss..it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i have so much to say but i have more things to do. I would love to be back here later when I am done with my work and tell you more about stuff that bugs me to no end. Yes. I love to rant, don't I? Well, I think you should get use to it since you're reading my blog. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thought: WOW. That was totally random. I don't care though..I am writing again. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-4063509933263994211?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/4063509933263994211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=4063509933263994211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/4063509933263994211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/4063509933263994211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-bad-blogger-tsk.html' title='I am bad blogger. TSK.'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-1965277002276049180</id><published>2008-12-11T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:39:50.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not in the mood for a party</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is the department's christmas party..&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i guess there are lots of parties lined up for the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;after all, christmas is right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, though, i just don't feel excited.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the the one who finds thrill in xmas countdowns. This year, though, i feel like i am too tired to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is brought about by the overwhelming activities, exams, and requirements marked in my calendar right after the christmas break. and yeah, the big report on monday..i need the vacation badly..why can't it come sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, going back to the party..&lt;br /&gt;I can't bring myself to be excited. You see, there's this annual caroling competition per year level.our block really doesn't take these things seriously so i am really not sure what to expect tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;But there's no reason to be all pessimistic about it..Also, my blockmates have a plan..i just wish it all goes well..and hopefully, i'll get my holiday spirit up..soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-1965277002276049180?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/1965277002276049180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=1965277002276049180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1965277002276049180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1965277002276049180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-in-mood-for-party.html' title='not in the mood for a party'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-5650731648895020488</id><published>2008-12-09T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:22:03.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>call me lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;i am running away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;yes. running away from my duties and responsibilities as a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;what i am saying is simple..i am too lazy to study right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;so instead of doing schoolwork, here i am blogging and also "seeking out" my passwords for other accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;i know..i would probably be killed by my groupmates tomorrow..haha oh well, i guess i need to start working if  i plan on finishing things..hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-5650731648895020488?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/5650731648895020488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=5650731648895020488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5650731648895020488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5650731648895020488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2008/12/call-me-lazy.html' title='call me lazy'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-4933042704890619445</id><published>2008-10-27T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:26:04.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A milestone...</title><content type='html'>I just had one of  the most memorable days of my life yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I had no idea what that day's turn of events would be.&lt;br /&gt;All the stress and trouble made me doubtful about the "success" of the whole affair..&lt;br /&gt;But now..I know that all the "hardships and sacrifices" finally paid off..and it is all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to describe the happiness I felt..still feel..haha&lt;br /&gt;What made it all better were the people who shared those moments with me..&lt;br /&gt;That I won't forget..ever.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves a special moment in their lives similar to what I experienced yesterday..it was a blast! And I thank God for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-4933042704890619445?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/4933042704890619445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=4933042704890619445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/4933042704890619445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/4933042704890619445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2008/10/milestone.html' title='A milestone...'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-1775452299561709731</id><published>2008-09-27T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:02:27.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insensitive people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wow..it's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, am here to rant..haha&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed that more and more people are being insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if they really are or if I'm only being overly sensitive about things because of too much stress.&lt;br /&gt;well, it could also be both cases.&lt;br /&gt;Another point that adds to that is these people don't really know they are insensitive because..well, they are INSENSITIVE! haha;p&lt;br /&gt;And so one question bugs me at the moment: how do you make insensitive people be sensitive about their being insensitive?&lt;br /&gt;ok. *pause* that sounded weird. haha;p&lt;br /&gt;After this hell week at school, i hope I'll be able to sort things and find out if there is really an issue of insensitivity here or just a displacement of anger and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;But then...i can only do that IF i survive this HELL WEEK..*sigh* damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-1775452299561709731?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/1775452299561709731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=1775452299561709731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1775452299561709731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1775452299561709731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2008/09/insensitive-people.html' title='insensitive people'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-2198562429244964486</id><published>2008-02-29T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:08:34.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dying'/><title type='text'>What happened? (this is how i show my love)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/R8jcacKhYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/XO6o9VKHCsU/s1600-h/Lolo's+favorite+girl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/R8jcacKhYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/XO6o9VKHCsU/s320/Lolo's+favorite+girl.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172626518830047458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay..I have posted recently something about my being alive and kicking..no make that "blogging," not kicking. Well, before I go on posting like nothing happened.. I guess I'll have to give a bit of an explanation as to why I "left my blog to rot." (rot..such a harsh word).&lt;br /&gt;Well...last October ..a tragedy happened.&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Let me enlighten you:&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy = death in the family&lt;br /&gt;Yes. A death in the family.&lt;br /&gt;It has been hard for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Although this might sound “selfish” (in whatever sense), I feel the need to say that it has been extra…EXTRA.. hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;You see.. my Lolo died of complications primarily due to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it “extra hard” for me?&lt;br /&gt;That’s because I am my Lolo’s favorite. (and no one can contest to that).&lt;br /&gt;I actually can’t give a direct reason why. Maybe because I was among the few who gave my time to patiently listen to what he has to say. Or maybe I was the only one who bothers to prepare him something to eat whenever I can…Whatever…I am just glad that I was able to share that special bond with him. A bond with the “soft side” of Lolo..and not the “hard to reach” person most people would perceive him to be. He is actually pretty strict but I guess I have learned to see past that.&lt;br /&gt;So let me go back to the tragedy…&lt;br /&gt;This happened last October 29. That’s exactly two weeks after my birthday.. the gift I least expected.&lt;br /&gt;We knew of his condition two years before…And I have been in that rollercoaster of emotions for that two years.&lt;br /&gt;The doctors actually gave him only six months..but he managed to live for another year and seven months. (A miracle, I know—considering that he was in the last stages of cancer when we found out)&lt;br /&gt;Having the knowledge of his imminent death helped us to value the time but it did not help to ease the pain. Not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like gray sky overhead. Pretty much like waiting for a strong and terrible storm that is about to come.&lt;br /&gt;Still, there were good days…comparable to sunny days.. almost giving false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;Though they gave false hopes, I was glad that they were there to help us go through the two years with joy left.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seeing that we were running out of time, we tried to cherish each moment with him. This would include the weekly get-together of the family…at his favorite place.&lt;br /&gt;By the bank..Riverbanks.. Simple and peaceful. We would stay there for hours without anything in particular to do. I guess we enjoyed the “spontaneity” of our trips there. We would simply relax and try not to think of what is to come.&lt;br /&gt;Well… enough reminiscing for the moment (maybe I’ll have a separate post for that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was telling you.. knowing in advance of a loved one’s death was not enough to prepare us. No..nothing could have prepared us. And when it did happen..I was not ready. Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember that day..We were with him hours before..that…&lt;br /&gt;I was holding his hand. I was staring him straight in the eye. I could not speak. I did not know what to say. He was suffering.  Yet..I can’t tell him to let go. I can’t do it (maybe it was more for me..selfish me). It seems that he knows the pain I feel inside. He could not speak clearly anymore at that time. But I managed to understand most of what he said. He was telling me not to cry. And so I tried the best I can to keep the tears from rolling down. He would close his eyes and breathe deeply. And when he would close his eyes for a moment too long, it was as if I could not breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Hours went by..and he seemed to have stabilized. And so we headed for home. A mistake..or is it?&lt;br /&gt;Barely two hours after we left, we we’re informed that he passed away. We rushed back to where he was. I did not cry on our trip back. Everyone was silent in the car..I was singing. No one cared. So I sang my heart out…maybe I was trying hard not to think about it. I guess I was in denial.&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as the car stopped, I went down immediately and hugged him..his body was starting to feel cold. I was once told that someone who died can still hear you an hour after death. I checked the time..I still had five minutes. So I stayed close to him and whispered how much I love him. And that was when tears started to fall.&lt;br /&gt;I actually did not know what to feel…I was relieved that he did not have to feel the pain again. For the first time in months, he looked peaceful. Free from pain.&lt;br /&gt;However, the selfish side of me is so damn sad because of losing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he passed away, I also lost a part me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now..as I cope with the fact that I won’t be able to see him again, something inside of me is also dying. A part of me that still wants to see him in the flesh. Still, I know that I did not really lose him. He will be in my heart forever. I can feel that he is with me always. Guiding me. Making me stronger. Like what he had been doing for the seventeen years and two weeks that he had been with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am writing about this four months after it happened because it is only now that I am ABLE to write about it without bursting into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(note: this is not my first attempt to write on what happened...i was just too "hysterical" on the previous attempts to go on with this entry that I couldn't continue after the second paragraph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say that I am over it (I don’t think I’ll be over it soon) but I am keeping my emotions under control.&lt;br /&gt;I still cry..almost everyday. But I try to focus on the wonderful things that are happening right now: new friends, new experiences…a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened has changed me. I do hope it is for the better.&lt;br /&gt;I strive to make my parents proud of me. I strive to make HIM proud.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I’ve changed…there is one thing that I hope remains…&lt;br /&gt;at heart, I will still be Lolo’s favorite girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-2198562429244964486?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/2198562429244964486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=2198562429244964486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/2198562429244964486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/2198562429244964486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-happened.html' title='What happened? (this is how i show my love)'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/R8jcacKhYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/XO6o9VKHCsU/s72-c/Lolo&apos;s+favorite+girl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-5143950233051471789</id><published>2008-02-21T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:25:14.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;well, will you look at that..i am still alive. Yeah, I know,  I haven't been writing for the last four months. (could be rusty...)&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to post anything long right now. I just wanted to stop by to divert my attention... You see, I don't want to start with my concept paper. And guess what? It is due in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me then!&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be back soon to "blog" again. I owe my blog a longer post...maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-5143950233051471789?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/5143950233051471789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=5143950233051471789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5143950233051471789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5143950233051471789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2008/02/alive.html' title='alive'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-3967513335734643020</id><published>2007-10-17T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:34:53.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;yes. i am now seventeen years old....*eek* i hate growing up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;actually, today's not my birthday..it was last Monday (the fifteenth).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh..shoot..I still have my finals tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The translated version would be: I don't have time to write about my birthday now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I promise I'll write something about it soon, very soon. Happy? haha;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay..see you soon..I still have lots of studying to do...Oh, who am i talking to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;haha;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-3967513335734643020?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/3967513335734643020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=3967513335734643020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/3967513335734643020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/3967513335734643020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-bash.html' title='birthday bash'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-3799757439084291271</id><published>2007-09-22T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T06:57:37.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cramming=panic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;here I go again. Finally, after more than a month, I am able to write again....this should be short though. It is because I am currently cramming a.k.a PANIC mode. I have a research paper for History due on Thursday. And guess what....?! ...my group mates and I have not started yet..talk about major cramming...&lt;br /&gt;so that's all the time I have right now...&lt;br /&gt;time to go back to cramming...good luck and god bless to me and to those who are in the same situation. haha&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-3799757439084291271?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/3799757439084291271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=3799757439084291271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/3799757439084291271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/3799757439084291271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-i-go-again.html' title='cramming=panic'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-3900112484915760463</id><published>2007-08-16T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:58:03.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A love story: watch it before you judge it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't usually watch Filipino films but watching this one was not a mistake. That I have proven. What am I talking about? Well, it's the film called "A Love Story." Yes, I know what you are thinking...aga x angelica, no way! But hey, why don't you give it a try before you judge it? Sounds like a good idea, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;It's directed by Maryo J. Delos Reyes..I wonder if I spelled that right.;p&lt;br /&gt;Imagine having 2 big stars: Aga and Maricel in one movie!&lt;br /&gt;and if that is not enough, Angelica shines too.  Actually, I did not think that she would do very well..but boy was i wrong. They were all good! Wait, that doesn't sound right, it's an understatement..They were  GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;I am not only talking about the love story. I also love the way they presented the complicated family relationship. I believe that many people can relate to this.&lt;br /&gt;The love affair was also bizarre. It makes you think of what love really is. This proves that it is not only about the physical appearance. It's more of what makes you happy and what makes you feel complete. But then again, it will be selfish to think only about what is best for you.&lt;br /&gt;There were also a lot of note-worthy lines and quotes. My favorite would have to be, "hindi lahat ng nagpapasaya sa atin ay tama." I couldn't agree more. (if you want to know who said this line, you'll have to watch it) In connection with this line, I most certainly loved the ending. They did not let the story end in the wrong way. They chose what is right. And this is why I think this movie is great. No matter how painful it is, choosing what is right is always the perfect choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I don't want to say much because I don't want to spoil it for those who haven't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to know the whole story, go and watch in the cinema house nearest you. I can almost assure you that it will be worth your time and money. (Only almost because I can't guarantee what others might think. Still, you are entitled to your own opinion and I to mine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piece of advice: you better watch it from the beginning, not from the middle and most certainly not from the ending parts..it might spoil the story. Watch out for the twist...remember, your assumptions can still be proven wrong. You'll know what I mean if you watch the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so enough with the plugging. (they ought to pay me for publicizing this movie, even to my friends who already have bleeding ears because of my non-stop chatter about this..haha;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-3900112484915760463?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/3900112484915760463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=3900112484915760463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/3900112484915760463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/3900112484915760463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-story-watch-it-before-you-judge-it.html' title='A love story: watch it before you judge it'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-7168037537875486389</id><published>2007-08-13T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:11:12.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RsOyMNS-3wI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gx43EJmXq_I/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RsOyMNS-3wI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gx43EJmXq_I/s320/DSC01164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099115125910986498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hey! guess where i am? i know you can't guess so i'll tell you. I am here at cybernook in cas, up manila. My next class will start in about fifteen minutes so i'll make this quick. I just want to say how irritated i am right now about something..make that someone. haha. my friend next to me  agrees...haha;p (by the way, that friend is PJ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;that's all i am saying for now..haha;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;short and senseless...i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;see you on my next post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-7168037537875486389?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/7168037537875486389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=7168037537875486389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/7168037537875486389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/7168037537875486389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-guess-where-i-am-i-know-you-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RsOyMNS-3wI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gx43EJmXq_I/s72-c/DSC01164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-2521501656034696525</id><published>2007-08-13T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T04:20:01.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RsA-TksOE8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/w8vhbZAkIcU/s1600-h/seniors%27+night+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RsA-TksOE8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/w8vhbZAkIcU/s320/seniors%27+night+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098143284170986434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i don't know what to write about. You see, i have this assignment in comm1. The task was to write an essay about something abstract and current. What am I to write about? Oh my, I am screwed. It is due tomorrow and I am still clueless. And that is why I decided to stop by my blog. Who knows? I just might come up with an idea. haha;p&lt;br /&gt;So something/someone out there, please give me a sign on what to write about. I really need to get this homework done. And that is what I should be doing right now. But before I go, I would like to share my happiness..*smiles* I was able to chat with a very close friend awhile ago. We have not talked for months..that is why the "chat" made me really happy. haha;p&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I would be able to see my old friend soon. I miss them big time.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-2521501656034696525?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/2521501656034696525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=2521501656034696525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/2521501656034696525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/2521501656034696525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-know-what-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RsA-TksOE8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/w8vhbZAkIcU/s72-c/seniors%27+night+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-4158970126737794793</id><published>2007-08-08T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:59:35.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bagong balat..haha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yehey&lt;/span&gt;! I have a new skin....I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Lara for assisting me..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;bye...&lt;br /&gt;i need to study now...(told you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; be posting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-4158970126737794793?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/4158970126737794793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=4158970126737794793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/4158970126737794793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/4158970126737794793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/08/yehey-i-have-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-1446024454809331131</id><published>2007-08-08T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T08:17:57.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RrnelUsOE5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_6gNY0jkxLY/s1600-h/angge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RrnelUsOE5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_6gNY0jkxLY/s320/angge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096349186137133970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;yeah! we don't have classes tomorrow! AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;luck sure is coming my way&lt;br /&gt;i wasted this free day...i was too lazy to even open my bag&lt;br /&gt;haha..my bag is actually wet due to the ran last night..but what the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;I'll fix that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;If it is not obvious enough, I'll tell you: the lazy self I was talking about on my previous post has taken over me.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha * evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;i promise myself that i would really study tomorrow. But if I fail again...I'll be posting...haha;p&lt;br /&gt;I have also been talking to my block mates earlier and everybody seems to be just as lazy as i am. what is this? an epidemic that comes side by side with the suspension of classes?&lt;br /&gt;oh well...i am still happy that classes have been suspended...&lt;br /&gt;I do feel sorry for those who lost their homes (and in some cases, their lives) due to these typhoons and storms...&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it is the suspension of classes we're talking about....&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I ought to write about the math departmental test I had last night..&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't expect to have a high grade for that one...but i guess, it was not as hard as I thought it would be...&lt;br /&gt;I was just depressed because of the mistakes I only realized seconds after passing my blue book...&lt;br /&gt;what's done is done. I guess I just have to do better next time. Maybe on the next test, I'll consider studying for a change...haha;p&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! Is there any cure for this indolence? This has got to STOP!&lt;br /&gt;waaahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;and i also have an upcoming test on Friday ..i really need an inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;something. someone.&lt;br /&gt;Will you be the one?&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-1446024454809331131?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/1446024454809331131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=1446024454809331131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1446024454809331131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1446024454809331131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeah-we-dont-have-classes-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RrnelUsOE5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_6gNY0jkxLY/s72-c/angge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-1106611165484657942</id><published>2007-08-07T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:34:48.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hangover..math exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RrkdmUsOE4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/4I93g8HRaB0/s1600-h/vanity.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RrkdmUsOE4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/4I93g8HRaB0/s320/vanity.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096136997572842370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yeah! no classes today! due to heavy rain and flooding....classes are suspended!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;just what i needed after the math departmental exam last night...a break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i am so happy right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;obviously, i don't have much to do...well, that is until i look into my school bag and see what tons of assignments i really have! haha;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;that will come later. right now, i am enjoying a time of peace while leisurely surfing the net...with the soothing sound of rain as a background music..This is the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;still, i am one lazy blogger...translation: i'll keep this one short ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;till my next short post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-1106611165484657942?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/1106611165484657942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=1106611165484657942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1106611165484657942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/1106611165484657942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/08/hangovermath-exams.html' title='hangover..math exams'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/RrkdmUsOE4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/4I93g8HRaB0/s72-c/vanity.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-2659904147351813138</id><published>2007-08-06T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T03:18:53.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Rrb1BEsOE3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q4QMUPrP7Cw/s1600-h/2l0g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Rrb1BEsOE3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q4QMUPrP7Cw/s320/2l0g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095529427204182898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i am feeling right now. Our Math departmental exam is tomorrow night. Imagine: 5:30-7:30pm! Waahhh! I think I'll be sleepy when the hour for the test comes. I mean, you'll be in school for the whole day! Wouldn't that bore you?&lt;br /&gt;oh, and another thing that I should concern myself with more is the reviewing part for the exam. We also have a test for another subject. I have not finished studying! *panic* how irresponsible of me...oh well, i guess it's gonna be a long night.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i better end this because I have to go and study now. I just wish that my lazy self won't take over tonight...;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-2659904147351813138?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/2659904147351813138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=2659904147351813138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/2659904147351813138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/2659904147351813138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-know-how-i-am-feeling-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Rrb1BEsOE3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q4QMUPrP7Cw/s72-c/2l0g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-5547093167223407855</id><published>2007-07-30T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:37:06.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well, will you look at that! I can't believe I am posting again...after what seemed like forever. This time, I can really say that I was busy..I still am...but I feel that i ought to write something in my blog again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This won't be long though...I am just in a computer shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You see, our telephone is not working. I don't know what the hell is wrong with that thing. This is not the first time it has happened. I have not been surfing the net for nearly a week now...what torture! well, i surfed the net a few days ago but it was purely for studying...i watched the journey of man in youtube for almost two hours...I can still feel my eyes bleeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am still not able to talk with my friends because of that damn phone. I could not use my cellphone for leisure texting because I am running out of phone credits...yeah, i know, I am so disconnected from the world. And at this horrible time too. I choose not to say what my problem is...but trust me, if you have to this same problem, it would be best to let it out, have someone to talk to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I will continue with my story some other time..i just received a text message concerning my big problem..i need to go now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-5547093167223407855?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/5547093167223407855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=5547093167223407855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5547093167223407855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5547093167223407855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-earth.html' title='back to earth'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-6310237852587913925</id><published>2007-05-17T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:25:56.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race with time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><title type='text'>busy doing nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have not been updating my blog because i was obviously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;doing nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It sucks when summer is about to end....and you look back and realize that you have thrown it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There were a lot of summer activities on my mind. But apparently, nothing was done. And now, preparations for college have to be made. I guess there's no time left for my summer plans. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This has been my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;most useless summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;......well, there's just this one thing that I regret not doing...but i prefer not to say what that "one thing" is. And now, it's making me feel depressed.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;How I wish I could take back time and start over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-6310237852587913925?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/6310237852587913925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=6310237852587913925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/6310237852587913925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/6310237852587913925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/05/busy-doing-nothing.html' title='busy doing nothing'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-7491101215061265789</id><published>2007-04-24T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T03:27:35.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good friends'/><title type='text'>new skin for me: PURPLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;thanks to my good freind: Lara Agay [lara chuvs] , i have a new blog skin!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't in neat? Of course it is!..it's purple you know?!&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't speak blog, i don't really know how to change stuff....&lt;br /&gt;out of lara's goodness, she agreed to help me...&lt;br /&gt;She was not the one who made the skin but she aided me in changing my ultra-boring, old skin.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lara Chuvs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;salamat talaga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-7491101215061265789?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/7491101215061265789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=7491101215061265789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/7491101215061265789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/7491101215061265789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-skin-for-me-purple.html' title='new skin for me: PURPLE!'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-5928374001021090609</id><published>2007-04-13T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:38:10.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alagang hayop'/><title type='text'>meet my p-e-t</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fletchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...that's his nickname...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no, actually, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fletcher&lt;/span&gt;...i got it from one of my favorite books by &lt;em&gt;E&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ion&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;olfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...it's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;protagonists'&lt;/span&gt; name: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fletcher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you might be wondering  what my pet is...i am not that sure too. It is some kind of a crab. My cousins told me a hermit crab...although I really don't know what that is. Well, if that's true then I might as well call it as "Fletcher the Hermit!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, I got him from the beach. i am happy that "he" is till alive even after a week. i really don't know what to feed "him." *i obviously do not know what the gender is* I just assume that it is a male.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, that's all about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fletchy&lt;/span&gt; for now. I'll try posting his picture. And I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;'ll&lt;/span&gt; give pet updates...to see if he could still survive another week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-5928374001021090609?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/5928374001021090609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=5928374001021090609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5928374001021090609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/5928374001021090609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/04/meet-my-p-e-t.html' title='meet my p-e-t'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-7324212458446108321</id><published>2007-04-09T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:48:03.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baksyon'/><title type='text'>vacation adventures = conquering fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey! Here I go again. This time, I have something exciting to share. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We just came home from Pangasinan. Okay, so we arrived last Saturday but I was too tired to write about it. And I am still fatigued from our “journey.” We went to this place called Bolinao…it took forever to get there. Well, not forever but sitting in the crowded car for almost seven hours seemed like eternity. I have never been so restless and anxious. We went to Tara, the last town in Bolinao. You could just imagine how far we traveled. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And get this, we traveled at night. So it was a bit creepy for our car was the only vehicle on the road for most of the time. We did not use the highway…the road we traveled did not have sufficient street lamps. You could feel and see the “darkness” surrounding you. We passed a lot of farmlands…and if you have seen the movie &lt;i style=""&gt;Jeepers Creepers&lt;/i&gt;, you would be scared too.*shivers*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;That was a Thursday, the day I had my first post. As I have said that morning, we will have the beach-thing. I was not sure until my mom told me to pack my things for we are leaving in two hours. I was thrilled! Finally, a cure to my fatal boredom came. We left the house at five in the afternoon. After hours of traveling we arrived at this convent minutes past twelve. This is the place where we stayed. A convent ran by three sisters. But during our stay, only one of the missionary sisters was around. One of the postulants also assisted her. They were really very accommodating.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Another exciting thing was: we get to stay in a &lt;i style=""&gt;bahay kubo&lt;/i&gt;! But there is electricity…that’s a relief. *whew* Still, the “beds” were native…the type that could give you back pains. It was a good thing we brought our Air bed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Okay, enough about the bahay kubo…now, to the beach. The resort’s name is &lt;i style=""&gt;Coco’s Beach Resort&lt;/i&gt;. There was no entrance fee but the rent for the cottage was a little steep. But I guess that’s okay. We were able to enjoy anyway. The tide was low when we arrived. We already walked about half a kilometer but the ocean water barely touched our knees. Another surprise came when we were about to leave, the tide became lower… There were more big rocks that could be seen. If you were there, you could have named the place &lt;i style=""&gt;Hundred Rocks&lt;/i&gt;…The place was actually relatively near to Alaminos…the city that houses the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Hundred&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Islands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Bolinao is just a few towns away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bad thing about low tides is that you can’t really swim…Just a dip in the ocean water for it was too shallow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;You think swimming in the beach is tiring? Well, at that time, we thought otherwise. We went to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Tara&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Falls&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; that very same day. And trust me, the experience was more frightening than traveling at night. The trip there is accompanied by mountain trekking because there was no other way but to walk that one-kilometer path way. But that is not the thing that bothered me. The pathway was the scary thing. All the plants surrounding the path were very thick. There were parts where the plants could almost block the sunlight. There were no signs that the falls were near. All of our cellular phones also lost signal. And because of the very long walk, you would start to doubt if you are really going somewhere &lt;i style=""&gt;safe&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When we finally got there, we were rewarded by an amazing view of the &lt;st1:place&gt;Tara&lt;/st1:place&gt; falls. The water was not exactly sparkling but it was clean enough to encourage people to take a dip. Its coolness is also refreshing especially for that hot day. Unfortunately, we had to leave early. We don’t want to travel that creepy trail at night. So we had to start the one-kilometer trek before the sunset. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Although there was not a hint of civilization in the falls we went to, I can guarantee that it is not dangerous. Am I not a living proof? I am here, alive and kicking. Well, not exactly kicking but writing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Okay, so that’s the end of my second post. Hope you liked taking a little peek into the &lt;i style=""&gt;adventures&lt;/i&gt; I’ve been through. Wait for more posts to come.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-7324212458446108321?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/7324212458446108321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=7324212458446108321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/7324212458446108321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/7324212458446108321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/04/vacation-adventures-conquering-fears.html' title='vacation adventures = conquering fears'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-875322306423101737.post-4104335291697004538</id><published>2007-04-04T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:22:36.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post: Boring...I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WOW! This is my first post. What should I write about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I really can’t think of anything. Well…today: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maundy&lt;/span&gt; Thursday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We were supposed to hit the beach this morning but there was an annoying change of plans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmpf&lt;/span&gt;! “I just wanna be on the beach (sunburn)!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I am really not sure if we would be able to push through with the beach-thing this afternoon. It’s so boring here at home. There is nothing fun to do except watch…I am sick of watching. That’s what I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been doing for the past week. It’s tiring, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don’t believe me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh okay, so watching is not the only thing I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been doing that made me tired. Hay… &lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;I clean the house. As in everyday…dusting, mopping, and sweeping around. Who would not be exhausted? I like cleaning though; it is my form of exercise. What I don’t like about it is getting scratches or bruises from running around the house, doing this and that. Is it normal to get all these “wounds” from cleaning or am I simply too clumsy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think it’s the latter? Yeah, I think so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can boredom really kill? If that’s true then this must be my thousandth life! (I am bored to death)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;There’s nothing going through my head but nonsense. Is it not obvious enough? *dull laugh*I better stop writing before it gets any worse…bye for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;See you on my next post…I do hope it would be soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/875322306423101737-4104335291697004538?l=purplenook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/feeds/4104335291697004538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=875322306423101737&amp;postID=4104335291697004538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/4104335291697004538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/875322306423101737/posts/default/4104335291697004538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenook.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first-post-boringi-know.html' title='My first post: Boring...I know'/><author><name>purplenook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258287789451786574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LN2JaAado/Sw1OLgmSFXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3PTw6l5jYYA/S220/DSC06367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
