<?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-5219737</id><updated>2012-02-17T21:16:34.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dun dun DUN!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Simple and Clean :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>678</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-1401202760106629328</id><published>2007-09-25T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:47:12.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we like the same books?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just a friendly reminder that I invited you to Shelfari. Come see the books I love and see if we have any in common. Then pick my next book so I can keep on reading.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Click below to join my group of friends on Shelfari!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/Register.aspx?ActivityId=19157209&amp;InvitationCode=9bec846e-57ab-4a34-bcc1-3139ba8ba100"&gt;http://www.shelfari.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color:#666666;"&gt;Shelfari is a free site that lets you share book ratings and reviews with friends and meet people who have similar tastes in books.  It also lets you build an online bookshelf, join book clubs, and get good book recommendations from friends.  You should check it out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-size:x-small;color:#666666;"&gt;     You have received this email because Mi (mi@miii.net) directly invited you to join his/her community on Shelfari.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     It is against Shelfari's policies to invite people who you don't know directly.      Follow this link to &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/actions/emailoptout.aspx?email=hidoitenshi.michan@blogger.com&amp;activityid=19157209"&gt;prevent&lt;/a&gt; future invitations to this address.     If you believe you do not know this person, you may &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/miii"&gt;view&lt;/a&gt; his/her Shelfari page or report him/her in our      &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/Feedback.aspx"&gt;feedback&lt;/a&gt; section.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Shelfari, 616 1st Ave #300, Seattle, WA 98104 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-1401202760106629328?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1401202760106629328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=1401202760106629328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/1401202760106629328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/1401202760106629328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-we-like-same-books_25.html' title='Do we like the same books?'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-121342478030827168</id><published>2007-09-22T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:23:51.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we like the same books?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just joined Shelfari to connect with other book lovers. Come see the books I love and see if we have any in common. Then pick my next book so I can keep on reading.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Click below to join my group of friends on Shelfari!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/Register.aspx?ActivityId=17512605&amp;InvitationCode=9bec846e-57ab-4a34-bcc1-3139ba8ba100"&gt;http://www.shelfari.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color:#666666;"&gt;Shelfari is a free site that lets you share book ratings and reviews with friends and meet people who have similar tastes in books.  It also lets you build an online bookshelf, join book clubs, and get good book recommendations from friends.  You should check it out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-size:x-small;color:#666666;"&gt;     You have received this email because Mi (mi@miii.net) directly invited you to join his/her community on Shelfari.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     It is against Shelfari's policies to invite people who you don't know directly.      Follow this link to &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/actions/emailoptout.aspx?email=hidoitenshi.michan@blogger.com&amp;activityid=17512605"&gt;prevent&lt;/a&gt; future invitations to this address.     If you believe you do not know this person, you may &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/miii"&gt;view&lt;/a&gt; his/her Shelfari page or report him/her in our      &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/Feedback.aspx"&gt;feedback&lt;/a&gt; section.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Shelfari, 616 1st Ave #300, Seattle, WA 98104 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-121342478030827168?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/121342478030827168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=121342478030827168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/121342478030827168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/121342478030827168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-we-like-same-books.html' title='Do we like the same books?'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116392529962032203</id><published>2006-11-19T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:34:59.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;UCLA Student Gets Tased by UCPD Officers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/VP_M8s0GFEc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/VP_M8s0GFEc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116392529962032203?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116392529962032203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116392529962032203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116392529962032203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116392529962032203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/ucla-student-gets-tased-by-ucpd.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116392114720799082</id><published>2006-11-19T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:25:47.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="'01bc6517f452faeb78e8'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116392114720799082?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116392114720799082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116392114720799082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116392114720799082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116392114720799082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116357443796678661</id><published>2006-11-15T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:07:17.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moved :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116357443796678661?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116357443796678661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116357443796678661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116357443796678661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116357443796678661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/moved-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116346676962905964</id><published>2006-11-14T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:46:42.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;OOPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BROKE MY BLOG. I'LL FIX IT LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私のバカ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BROKE IT WHILE ADDING THE WABLET THINGIE. :&lt;&gt;_&lt;)/ だれも、助けてください！&lt;br /&gt;Someone fix my layout for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or new layout suggestions. I'm feeling pretty lazy.&lt;br /&gt;T_T but but but for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;＝＿＝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Oh yeah ... My request for Nat Sci 2 didn't get approved. I'm kinda annoyed but somehow, I'm also glad. More free time for me, then. &gt;_&gt; More time with Matt if he comes here? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116346676962905964?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116346676962905964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116346676962905964&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116346676962905964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116346676962905964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/oops.html' title='OOPS'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116346414327796191</id><published>2006-11-14T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T08:29:03.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Flatpack Project by John Haddon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/o7YxD7LOpSc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/o7YxD7LOpSc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;NICE!! i love  it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116346414327796191?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116346414327796191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116346414327796191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116346414327796191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116346414327796191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/flatpack-project-by-john-haddon-nice-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116345736252363920</id><published>2006-11-14T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T06:36:02.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wablet</title><content type='html'>!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wablet in testing. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116345736252363920?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116345736252363920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116345736252363920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116345736252363920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116345736252363920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/wablet.html' title='Wablet'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116340867617016361</id><published>2006-11-13T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:12:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Idiots allowed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I were looking up requirements and stuff for visiting and he was like, "Beth! I can't visit you! I can't come to the Philippines! They won't allow me! Because of Rule #1!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the rules is insignificant.... .. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.immigration.gov.ph/immigration_laws.php"&gt;MEDICAL EXAMINATION OF ARRIVING ALIENS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Sec. 28. Designation of examining team. - The physical and mental examination of arriving aliens shall be made by medical officers of the Government designated under order of the President to make such examinations, who shall certify for the information of the immigration officers and the boards of special inquiry any and all physical and mental defects or disease observed after an examination by them of such aliens. Should such medical officers be not available, private physicians may be employed for examining arriving aliens, the necessary expenses therefor to be chargeable against the appropriation provided for the Bureau of Immigration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCLUDED CLASSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec. 29. (a) The following classes of aliens shall be excluded from entry into the Philippines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    (1) Idiots or insane persons and persons who have been insane;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (2) Persons afflicted with a loathsome or dangerous contagious disease, or epilepsy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (3) Persons who have been convicted of a crime involving moral turpitude;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (4) Prostitutes, or procurers, or persons coming for any immoral purposes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (5) Persons likely to become, public charge;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (6) Paupers, vagrants, and beggars;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (7) Persons who practice polygamy or who believe in or advocate the practice of polygamy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (8) Persons who believe in or advocate the overthrow by force and violence of the Government of the Philippines, or of constituted lawful authority, or who disbelieve in or are opposed to organized government, or who advocate the assault or assassination of public officials because of their office, or who advocate or teach principles, theories, or ideas contrary to the Constitution of the Philippines or advocate or teach the unlawful destruction of property, or who are members of or affiliated with any organization entertaining or teaching such doctrines;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (9) Persons over fifteen years of age, physically capable of reading, who cannot read printed matter in ordinary use in any language selected by the alien, but this provision shall not apply to the grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, wife, husband or child of a Philippine citizen or of an alien lawfully resident in the Philippines;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (10) Persons who are members of a family accompanying an excluded alien, unless in the opinion of the Commissioner of Immigration no hardship would result from their admission;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (11) Persons accompanying an excluded person who is helpless from mental or physical disability or infancy, when the protection or guardianship of such accompanying person or persons is required by the excluded person, as shall be determined by the Commissioner of Immigration;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (12) Children under fifteen years of age, unaccompanied by or not coming to a parent, except that any such children may be admitted in the discretion of the Commissioner of Immigration, if otherwise admissible;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (13) Stowaways, except that any stowaway may be admitted in the discretion of the Commissioner of Immigration, if otherwise admissible;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (14) Persons coming to perform unskilled manual labor in pursuance of a promise or offer of employment, express or implied, but this provision shall not apply to persons bearing passport visas authorized by Section Twenty of this Act;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (15) Persons who have been excluded or deported from the Philippines, but this provision may be waived in the discretion of the Commissioner of Immigration: Provided, however, That the Commissioner of Immigration shall not exercise his discretion in favor of aliens excluded or deported on the ground of conviction for any crime involving moral turpitude or for any crime penalized under Sections Forty-Five and Forty-Six of this Act or on the ground of having engaged in hoarding, black-marketing or profiteering unless such aliens have previously resided in the Philippines immediately before his exclusion or deportation for a period of ten years or more or are married to native Filipino women;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (16) Persons who have been removed from the Philippines at the expense of the Government of the Philippines, as indigent aliens, under the provisions of section forty-three of this Act, and who have not obtained the consent of the Board of Commissioners to apply for readmission; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (17) Persons not properly documented for admission as may be required under the provisions of this Act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(b) Notwithstanding the provisions of this Section, the Commissioner of Immigration, in his discretion, may permit to enter any alien properly documented, who is subject to exclusion under this section, but who is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (1) An alien lawfully resident in the Philippines who is returning from a temporary visit abroad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    (2) An alien applying for temporary admission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sec. 30. Any alien seeking admission into the Philippines may be required to testify under oath on matters relating to his admissibility. The burden of proof shall be upon such alien to establish that he is not subject to exclusion under any provision of the immigration laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just highlight if you want to read the rest... there's something about overthrowing the government... #8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then just today, I got a forward from Marix... It was a newsclip about Working with idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.miii.net/WorkingWithIdiotsCanKillYou.jpg"&gt;WorkingWithIdiotsCanKillYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;This clip is probably not authentic. But it's still funny anyway. Karu, for example, is always complaining about her idiot cousin and how she's going crazy because of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... BE CAREFUL OF IDIOTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116340867617016361?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116340867617016361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116340867617016361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116340867617016361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116340867617016361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-idiots-allowed.html' title='No Idiots allowed!'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116335446143006303</id><published>2006-11-13T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T02:01:01.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are like apples.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.miii.net/uploaded_images/1155775443276-751982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://blog.miii.net/uploaded_images/1155775443276-717914.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt sent this picture. :D it's nice. Don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116335446143006303?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116335446143006303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116335446143006303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116335446143006303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116335446143006303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/girls-are-like-apples.html' title='Girls are like apples.'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116333679304839630</id><published>2006-11-12T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:06:33.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Customs and Traditions.</title><content type='html'>I told Ma that Matt might be coming. I asked ... if.. lol ... I asked if ever he did come, would she allow me to sleep over at his place sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said something like being a Filipina. =/ Mama said what if something happens between us if I sleep at his place. I said nothing will happen. She said I can't say that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we get back to the virginity issue. I'm not pro pre-marital sex. This has nothing to do with my being Filipino or with my being Catholic. I just  would like to reserve myself for the man I'm going to marry--after exchanging marriage vows. Josh always said I think this way because of religion, and we argued about this a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not planning to get married before I'm 25 either. Mm.. just so. &gt;_&gt; :D hmm.. who knows that story... lol. There's something I'm afraid of by the time I reach 25 years old. :D oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... HMm... I don't know. Maybe either after I'm 25 or after I finish my Masters degree. x_x which will still be by the time I'm 25. Haha. Since Masters is going to take two years... I'm going to be done by October 2007, have a break the semester after that, graduate April 2008, Then Masters from June 2008-March 2010. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then... Even if I plan my life for th next 5 years or so, no one's sure of what's going to happen in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm sure at the moment... I want to be with him for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;shimatta. &gt;_&lt;&gt;_&lt; Internet!!! :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me goes check PLDT requirements... maybe they can have it set up in a week or less?&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/o\ DOUSHIYOu /;_;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Requirements for Applications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from a fully accomplished “Customer Information Sheet (CIS)” and Conforme Sheet (if needed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following documents required (preferably with photo and signature)&lt;br /&gt;1. If renting a notarized affidavit of undertaking from lessor to assume obligation in case  the lessee vacates the place&lt;br /&gt;2. Proof of Billing Address (2 months latest SA)&lt;br /&gt;-utility bill&lt;br /&gt;-bank statement&lt;br /&gt;-credit card statement&lt;br /&gt;-barangay certificate with customer’s signature&lt;br /&gt;-club membership&lt;br /&gt;3. Proof of Income Documents&lt;br /&gt;-Employment certificate&lt;br /&gt;-Recently filed income tax return (ITR)&lt;br /&gt;-Pay slip&lt;br /&gt;-Notarized deed of sale&lt;br /&gt;-Notarized contract of lease&lt;br /&gt;-Bank documents&lt;br /&gt;-Credit card statement (past 3 months)&lt;br /&gt;-Credit cooperative document&lt;br /&gt;-Vehicle registration&lt;br /&gt;-Pensioner’s check&lt;br /&gt;-Remittance document&lt;br /&gt;-Dollar exchange receipts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can't apply immediately after coming here. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwaa Matt's on. Bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- o..  my topic was customs and traditions..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be courted! ok. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116333679304839630?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116333679304839630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116333679304839630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116333679304839630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116333679304839630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/customs-and-traditions.html' title='Customs and Traditions.'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116325997220946816</id><published>2006-11-11T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:46:12.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of person am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 300px; min-height: 250px; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; height: 4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 0pt 0pt 5px; background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="padding: 3px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Kind of Person are You? [beautiful anime pics,  and lengthy details, as usual!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SinfulSoul/1126054736_onelegantu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality is the proper, poised, and elegant one. Yes, elegant. You were brought up right and you plan to keep it that way. You, rule-follower, are the most graceful of them all. You plan to bring up your kids the way you were, and believe me you have it in you. Loosen up. You've got a great personality, which will stay with you forever, but you can still try to add to your figure. Although you have friends that respect you, a family that is proud of you, and are /content/, you are still seeking more. You want not only to be respected, but to be known as a great person, which you are. Just show it to the world. Because you can!&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/SinfulSoul/quizzes/What+Kind+of+Person+are+You%3F+%5Bbeautiful+anime+pics%2C++and+lengthy+details%2C+as+usual%21%5D"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding: 2px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/SinfulSoul/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=2030399"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Um... lol. it made me laugh. &gt;_&gt; just shows how some "quizzes" could be so stupid..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116325997220946816?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116325997220946816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116325997220946816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116325997220946816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116325997220946816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-kind-of-person-am-i.html' title='What kind of person am i?'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116324912502678419</id><published>2006-11-11T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:45:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johari Window</title><content type='html'>the student I'm tutoring sometimes sent me a link to her Johari window. So out of curiosity, I checked if mine still existed. and it still does. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=michan"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116324912502678419?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116324912502678419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116324912502678419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116324912502678419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116324912502678419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/johari-window.html' title='Johari Window'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116320011750286197</id><published>2006-11-11T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T07:08:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>It's funny how some songs take on a new meaning... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://song2play.com/k/kci_amp_jojo-3896/love_always-18021/all_my_life-239002.html"&gt;K-Ci &amp; Jojo - All My Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly a song I liked... but ... listening to it again... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116320011750286197?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116320011750286197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116320011750286197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116320011750286197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116320011750286197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116317421090918100</id><published>2006-11-10T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:56:52.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>I'm still resisting calling up Matt. I don't want to be an obsessed girlfriend... T_T just 2-3 more days to wait... just a little more..... &gt;____&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WROTE TO THIS DR. CARLO A. ARCILLA, OFFICER-IN-CHARGE OF THE SSP ... I FORGOT WHAT IT STANDS FOR. HE HANDLES NATURAL SCIENCES AND STS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAID, "SIR I AM GRADUATING NEXT SEMESTER. I AM NOT UNDER THE REVITALIZED GE PROGRAM. THIS IS MY LAST GE. PLEASE ALLOW ME TO ENROL IN THIS CLASS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my letter was longer than that, of course. And more polite. And not in caps. It's just so frustrating. They said I would get a reply  by 4pm today... but noooooooooooooooo.... The Student assistant said I'll have to come back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:30 I went to NIGS to try prerog.&lt;br /&gt;10:00 prof said NO PREROGS! but at least she suggested writing to the OIC unlike that bitch professor from yesterday who just said ABSOLUTELY NO PREROG. She didn't even give a fcukin alternative.&lt;br /&gt;10:20 I went to College of Science to beg. Well, I asked if there was another way I could do so I could get a Nat Sci 2 subject. The SA said I could try writing a letter to Dr Arcilla.&lt;br /&gt;10:30 I was panicking. WHERE THE HECK AM I GOING TO GET BOND PAPER? :&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; The nearest photocopier was like... miles awayyyy.. well, at the Math building... which &lt;b&gt;IS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;FAR&lt;/i&gt;. I went to the DEEE Building, planning to go to the ERG Tambayan. LOL. And beg for paper. Heck, I would ask from Circuit too. But I saw Ate Guard outside and asked for paper. She said she only had scratch paper. Then I saw some students loitering outside VLC...I SAW JURIS! My orgmate from UP SAVER. :D AND!!! HE HAD PAPER! OMG. I never imagined EEE would save me... well, I don't know that yet. But Probably... ..... &lt;i&gt;IF&lt;/i&gt; I get that damned Nat Sci 2 subject, then EEE will have saved me. Gotta wait till Monday for the result.&lt;br /&gt;10:40 I was writing a lot of BS for the letter.&lt;br /&gt;10:45 I was on my way to the Educ building.&lt;br /&gt;11:00 I was at Educ... Got my grad pic prints. Exchanged some gradpics with others. OMG SOMEONE SAID I NEEDED TO TAKE MATH1. I mean. OMFG. I finished until Calculus III... and I Have to take MATH ONE??????!!!!!! :D bought lunch with Ana &lt;3 ate lunch with Ana &lt;3 hung around until 12:45&lt;br /&gt;12:45 I sat in class and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;14:00 we got dismissed early. My big framed picture has arrived. I went to the next class immediately. It was at another building... 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;14:30 prof garcia didn't show up. I went back to the CS building lugging around my paper bag with my large framed picture. No results yet. I went to the admin building to ask about my Math 1. they said I had to go to the Math Building.&lt;br /&gt;14:45 Off I went to the Math Building.... Lol. I couldn't remember where the admin was. I had to ask. LOL. embarrassing. I asked if my Math 17, 53,54,55 could replace Math 1. :&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; AND THE GIRL SAID YES! OMFG!  I just need to get a substitution form... To think I was like.... fuming about it for HOURS. On Monday, I'm going to ask about my Hum1 to Eng11 ... coz they're not considering my Eng11 as Hum1. damned .... AE*#(^%@)(#*^% Humanities 1 is already phased out. I wonder if they realize that. it doesn't exist anymore!!!!! ARGHHh&lt;br /&gt;15:45 went to CL 121 class. OMG... Diff Building again. And it was at the 4th floor... at the end of the hall... ...&lt;br /&gt;17:00 Aureus dismissed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. this Prof Aureus seems very interesting. He said he'll make sure we'd ENJOY Poetics... it's like Literature Theory. And that even if we didn't agree with him, he thinks it's the most enjoyable thing he's ever come across with, and that he'll never ever find something more enjoyable than Poetics.&lt;br /&gt;He's kinda peculiar.... Just that... he gives really mean exams. For this sem, he's only going to require 2 exams--midterm and final, and one paper. He's also giving us an option to only have 1 exam... a worry-free semester. the only worrying would be the finals... that would probably last 5-6 hours. Lol. &gt;_&gt; two 1.5hr exams vs a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG exam?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for the two exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. I started this entry around 6:30pm... it's now 11:40pm.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my pet project -- The ONENESS Project. &lt;br /&gt;I used Mimi's Girls mix and tried my own too. &lt;br /&gt;Here, if you want to listen. I used YSI ... uhh.. I'll use Gigespace when i get unlazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://download.yousendit.com/C94E320B73AD42B3"&gt;ONENESS [Mis Mix]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://download.yousendit.com/BB3807F9171208DF"&gt;ONENESS [Miz Mix]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt said I was too strict in keeping the lengths and sustains uniform that it just explodes in the choruses. He suggested I keep the sustains and try not to be so strict ... But... tooo laaaatee!! I already chopped them into teeny bits. Mimi's mix kept the excess sustains and so on, so it's kinda Matt's suggestion too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD   I probably overdid mine =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, I made the girls chorus louder for both mixes, since there are more guys (not to mention guys out of tune)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; T_T I can't wait for Matt to come back. I'm worried like hell....        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more days ... just a few more days....&lt;br /&gt;I won't call. =/ Sure i could buy credit, and call offpeak... but... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I miss his voice. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like we have to be virtually together all the time, right? He's in my thoughts all the time, in my heart... But I have to get used to this too. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RiGHT?&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116317421090918100?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116317421090918100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116317421090918100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116317421090918100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116317421090918100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_10.html' title='&gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116311793803350893</id><published>2006-11-10T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T08:18:58.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger is shit?</title><content type='html'>=/ lately blogger's been giving me problems. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116311793803350893?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116311793803350893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116311793803350893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116311793803350893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116311793803350893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogger-is-shit.html' title='Blogger is shit?'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116309266364341334</id><published>2006-11-10T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:17:43.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~__~</title><content type='html'>I slept early... More like... fell asleep early. I was asleep by 8!!! I woke up around 10 ... and now it's 12 something and I'm awake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer is running slow like shit. And everytime I boot up, there's this IE thingie popping up. I'm thinking it's because I let Pop use the computer a few days ago. So I scanned... =/ But nothing really came up. I'm gonna try housecall in a  little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.... I'm so frustrated.. I was crying last night. Because I can't get this stupid Nat Sci 2. It's just general Biology and Geology bunched together in one subject. It used to be a required subject... Now it's just optional... Unfortunately, I'm included in those who are required. And soooooooooooo I couldn't get it yesterday. That bitch teacher wouldn't allow prerogs. I said I'm not RGEP &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; graduating next semester and I can't take it along with my practicum (I can ... I just don't want to) ... but nooooo she was like .. "Absolutely&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt; prerog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spoke with another advisor and she said if I'm in graduating standing then of course I could go underload. She said she wouldn't advice me to take it during my practicum semester because it's going to be really hectic, and that we'll practically be real teachers short of salary. But if I have classmates doing one major and one GE or one Minor during their practicum sem, ... I can do it too! I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn. I need to slim down a bit and buy clothes... I'm TRYING already... I've been buying fruits. I'm trying to cut down on eating... since MOnday. LOL. But my brother just had to go and cook this absolutely delicious ... thing. I don't know what it's called. &gt;____&lt; And since I practically skipped lunch and was so hungry... ;_; I had three bowls of it. OTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOoo If .. _IF_ I still don't get it tomorrow, I'm going to go underload. I don't really care. I don't mind if I take it this summer. :D I'll take another PE subject so it wouldn't be such a waste. ^____^ PE is free anyway. AAAAND Since I'm graduating, I could take 2 PEs :D That would be great!!! Hmmm.. &lt;a href="http://crs.upd.edu.ph/schedule/index.jsp?searchkey=PE&amp;ay=2005&amp;sem=3"&gt;This is the list of PE subjects available last summer.&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm..... :D Maybe Stretching.  I wonder if they're going to offer Yoga next semester. Maybe I could also go take Weight Training again. :D I wouldn't mind failing coz I've completed my PEs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless.... Matt has plans for this summer. x___x :D I hope he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...  &gt;_&gt; &lt;_&lt; &gt;_&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Emma's blog and I remembered some fish stories from other people... Someone's sister put two fishbowls of fighting fish near each other and the two fish died coz they kept on charging at the other fish....through the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish... I remember too. Because of a Fish I got a friend back. lol. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116309266364341334?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116309266364341334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116309266364341334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116309266364341334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116309266364341334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='~__~'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116304174208408443</id><published>2006-11-09T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:09:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes</title><content type='html'>quotes ... I stole from &lt;a href="http://exaggerated.wordpress.com/quotes/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always want to give up so easily? I really hate those It can't be helped" or "I got bad luck" type of people.Or those that carry around their pain while trying to be patient about it. I can't predict the future. Since I can't, I don't want to lose sight of it. I need to do what I can right now. I don't want to give up until I know what awaits me at the very end of my life. - Rosette Christopher [ Chapter 04:Sinners, Chrno Crusades]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my time is limited, I don't have any time to waste by hesitating. That is why I can walk straight ahead. That is why I never stop. - Rosette Christopher [ Chrno Crusades]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that there's nothing I can't change - Chrno [Chrno Crusades]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know theres something I believe. I want to try to live my life carrying all of my memories with me and even if those memories are painful. Even if they do nothing but hurt me I want to keep them, even those memories I sometimes wish I could forget. As long as I carry them with me, as long as I can keep holding on, then someday, someday I'll be strong enough that those memories don't hurt me anymore, and then I'll be glad I have them. That's what I believe, with all my heart, that's why all my memories are precious to me. I don't think it would be okay to forget a single one. - Momiji Sohma [Episode 15, Fruits Basket]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing. - Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering. - Colette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is dark enough, you can see the stars. - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with. - Harry Crews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love goes unreciprocated for so long it is whittled down to a sliver of what it once was, a different emotion bearing the guise it has worn for years now simply because it has known no other way of being. - dementedchris [A Telling of Other Worlds]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always assume that there's only the couple to think about in every love story. But what they don't realize is that there's always somebody else. There are three sides to every story: his, yours, and mine. Everything will always be in a confusing triangle. - dementedchris [Defying Gravity]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only spring would be as foolish as to follow winter's frozen trail. - Leni [Seasons]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate exists but it can only take you so far, because once you're there, it's up to you to make it happen. - CAN'T HARDLY WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love while at the back of our minds we know that the person we trully love will always be an exception. - Ally McBeal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116304174208408443?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116304174208408443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116304174208408443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116304174208408443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116304174208408443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/quotes.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116304067810245483</id><published>2006-11-09T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:51:18.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored x_x</title><content type='html'>Without Matt to bug (or the other way around) ... my life just seems boring at the moment. I know there are other people. There's Yu, there's IRC ... I could go record a song (I did two days ago), I could finish this damned pet project of mine (The ONENESS Project, a group of people singing one song... so damned hard to mix together), I could read a book... I started 1984 *AGAIN* a couple of days ago, but stopped *AGAIN* ...  I go to school too... I mean... first day of school again today... I could play the guitar until my fingertips bleed... There's so much stuff I could do! I could even clean my room for a change. I have a ton of Anime and Movies I've yet to watch, not to mention my Manga... I haven't been reading my manga. orz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks... It's almost like a routine. I wake up. Check if Matt is on. If not, I go back to sleep unless I find someone talking. If he's on, we talk. We talk on GTalk while I close my eyes because the computer screen is too freakin bright in the morning. So we talk until the sun goes up or until it's time for me to eat, and then we talk again... When I can open my eyes already and look at my screen, we're still talking.... talk talk talk. lol. I don't even stay on the phone for more than 15 minutes now unless it's one of the Amigas who wanted to talk... *sigh* we talk until he gets sleepy. Or until he has to go somewhere. Or I have to go somewhere. But... Unless there isn't anything, we're just talking and having fun. Exchanging links lol. and umm... videos. (lol) exchanging stories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched some anime now... I've been watching movies too. Hehe.. what am I saying... Matt just left yesterday. lol. aaaaargh /o&lt;br /&gt;um. so. yeah. I'm picking on my blog. ....  :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* For just a short time, he's become an essential part of my life. A day without Matt feels empty. :&lt; And he hasn't been gone for more than 24 hours yet.... but but... =/ He'll be gone until Saturday or Sunday... or Monday for meeeeeeeeee..... I hope I'll be enrolled by then. If I have to beg later to get the 1-2:30 slot of nat sci 2.... I will. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt said I should start planning what I want him to do or to eat or experience here when he comes... but... x_x I don't even know. Considering my schedule... it will be kinda hard to go to places. x_x =/ I want to tell him not to come this January &gt;_&lt; because I don't want him to waste his time. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doushiyou? /o\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116304067810245483?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116304067810245483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116304067810245483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116304067810245483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116304067810245483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/bored-xx.html' title='Bored x_x'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116303333902029414</id><published>2006-11-09T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:10:42.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life's soundtrack</title><content type='html'>This is from Dyan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc). -- FOOBAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play.&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that’s playing.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how it goes. Considering I currently have 16071 songs in my music library.... I uploaded the songs so if anyone's interested ... lol. =_= I'll take it down next month or when I badly need the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Lea%20Salonga%20-%20I%27d%20give%20my%20life%20to%20you.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lea Salonga - [Miss Saigon #10] I'd give my life to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waking Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Joe%20Hisaishi%20-%20The%20World%20of%20the%20Dead%20II.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joe Hisaishi - [Princess Mononoke Soundtrack #28] The World of the Dead II. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an instrumental...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Day At School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Travis-Hit_Me_Baby_One_More_Time.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Travis - [(clean) #01] Baby One More Time (cover).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... a cover by Travis of Britney Spears' song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Mr%20Children%20-%20Kaze%20%28The%20Wind%20Knows%20How%20I%20Feel%29.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.Children - [Everything #04] Kaze (The Wind Knows How I Feel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fight Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Yuna_Ito_-_Endless_Story.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REIRA starring YUNA ITO - [ENDLESS STORY #01] ENDLESS STORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.... This is a Japanese version of "If I'm Not In Love With You" ... lol...&lt;br /&gt;~It's so hard to say I'm sorry...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breaking Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Megumi%20Hayashibara%20-%20da.i.ki.ra.i.mp3"&gt;Megumi Hayashibara - [center color #11] da.i.ki.ra.i.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha... daikirai means something like I hate you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Hiro%20-%20Kimi%20to%20Boku.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hiro - [Ranma 1/2 Complete Vocal Collection Vol. 2 #09] Kimi to Boku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means "You and Me" ... lol.. it'll be a good song to dance to during prom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life Is Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/ROUND%20TABLE%20featuring%20Nino%20-%20Beautiful.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROUND TABLE featuring Nino - [APRIL #03] Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. I haven't seen a translation of this song. lol. But I guess Life could be beautiful if want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mental Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Wild%20Arms%203%20Advance%20-%20Only%20the%20Night%20Sky%20Knows%20%5bEnglish%20Ver.%5d.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknown - [Wild Arms 3 Advance - OST #23] Only the Night Sky Knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who sang this... and it's just 57 seconds long. I found an English (More like Engrish) Version so I'll upload that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Yoko%20Shimomura%20-%20Deep%20Jungle.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yoko Shimomura - [Kingdom Hearts Original Soundtrack [Disc 1] CD1 #28] Deep Jungle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. I guess... Considering the streets of Metro Manila.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/KOTOKO%20-%20I%20can%27t%20get%20over%20your%20best%20smile.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KOTOKO - [Onetei Image song LOVE A RIDDLE #05] I can't get over your best smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwahahah.. ;D I don't really like KOTOKO that much. So ... lol. I have no idea of what this song is about either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting Back Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Aki%20Misato%20-%20Happiness.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aki Misato - [Ashita wo Tomenaide #02] Happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. First time hearing this song. LOL. but it sounds happy. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Mr.Big%20-%20Going%20Where%20The%20Wind%20Blow.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.Big - [Deep Cuts-The Best Of The Ballads #13] Going Where The Wind Blows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Someone said.. Life is for the taking...~&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.. I actually wanted the electric guitar version of Canon in D for my wedding.. and X Japan songs... demo, kore mo ii yo. ~Or Have I Lost My Mind? Maybe this is my chance, and it's coming to take me away~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paying The Dues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Little%20Mermaid%20-%20Part%20Of%20Your%20World.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Mermaid - Part Of Your World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hahahaha… Hahahaha… Hahahahahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Night Before The War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Sondre%20Bratland%20-%20It%20Was%20Jesus.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sondre Bratland - [A Tribute To Johnny Cash: We Walk The Line, Inside A Norwegian Prison #12] It Was Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... Listening to this song for the first time. Who the heck is Johnny Cash and Why do I have this song? But lol.. the title.. .. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/RURUTIA%20-%20Sanctuary.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RURUTIA - [Kazuo Umezu Kyofu Gekijo: Rurutia Tracks #14] Sanctuary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RURUTIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Hm... Yeah, this could be a Final battle theme. It's just ~aaaahhh aaaaahhh~ though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moment of Triumph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/THE%20BLACK%20MAGES%20-%20Zeromus%20%28FINAL%20FANTASY%20IV%29.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Black Mages - [THE BLACK MAGES II The Skies Above #02] Zeromus (FINAL FANTASY IV).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also just an instrumental... But I don't think it's quite .. for Moment of Triumph.. Hm.. Well.. maybe. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death Scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/Kaoru%20Wada%20-%20Dearly%20Beloved.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaoru Wada - [Kingdom Hearts II Original Soundtrack [Disc 1] #01] Dearly Beloved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. This is... just an instrumental too... x___x but it does sound sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funeral Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/TWO-MIX%20-%20DEAR%20MY%20REGRET.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TWO-MIX - [BPM143 #08] DEAR MY REGRET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol... This song is slow but somehow still sounds happy and sad at the same time. First time hearing this song too. :&lt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miii.net/dls/MiST/ZONE%20-%20believe%20in%20love.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ZONE - [E #17] believe in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Well... I don't understand it. It's in Japanese.... but... x_x it sounds nice. Maybe I shouldn't have put in my whole library. x____x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I’m done. Woohoo! =) So what’s your life’s soundtrack? Include all your music files. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. I kinda enjoyed... hearing songs for the first time. nyahaha.. =X&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116303333902029414?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116303333902029414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116303333902029414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116303333902029414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116303333902029414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-lifes-soundtrack.html' title='my life&apos;s soundtrack'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116300781773635363</id><published>2006-11-09T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:43:37.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting x_x</title><content type='html'>Matt went to the hospital today... Going to be staying there until saturday or sunday. Hix operation is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope nothing bad happens. Somehow, at the back of my head, i'm thinking he isn't telling me something I should know. But for now, I'll just take his word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people ask me how the heck can I fall in love with someone I've never met in real life. How, indeed... I tell them  they just don't understand my lifestyle. It's not like I go out a lot and meet a lot of new people. In fact, I spend more time online "socializing" than offline. I mean... I don't like going out. It's not like I'm xenophonbic or anything. Let's just say I'm more comfortable with the people I know from the "Online world." After all, how can you even guarantee the authenticity of people offline? Not saying that online people are more real. I'm just more comfortable with them... And considering I see most of them regularly... most of them everyday....  I've established pretty strong foundations with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people who don't have this lifestyle will never understand this. Take my professor in Creative Writing for example. With all her intelligence and knowledge of the world and of analysing people, she just couldn't grasp this ... online relationship thing. Online relationships aren't just about love life. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. well.... I'm rambling... Because I don't want to think about Matt right now. Not that I can not not think about him. &gt;_&lt; =/ Lately.... we've been talking for hours almost everyday. Talk -- not just text chat but also voice chat. These last few weeks have gone by so swiftly. Before I knew it, school is starting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... School. &gt;_&lt; There's this subject they added--Educ101--I expected to be just taking 9 units this semester. 3 subjects. Now it turns out I neeed 15 because of this subject that I thought should be taken during practicum sem... =_= I found out that I could've taken it a long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... my worries about this ... Matt said he's coming January... I'll be having a total of 17 units (2 units of PE) and classes from Monday to Friday......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/ That wouldn't really leave us a lot of time to go out and stuff. I know I shouldn't be planning this soon.... =/ Since... *crosses her fingers* it's still about 2 months from now. Anything could happen in two months. but....   I do want him to come. badly. I don't want to be the one going there because that would mean he'll have to pay for my  ticket which is the last thing I want at least for the moment. waaahhh... =/ I want to live with him x____x when he comes here. I want to stay wherever he's staying. Lol. he can help me do homework or something. I don't think parents will allow it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A~aahhh... What to do... Maybe I'm too excited too soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.... Saturday or sunday... T_T If I can't stand it I'll call him up. =/ it's easy to buy a call card. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Gonna prerog for NatSci2. I hope I get it. =_= after all, i'm non-RGEP and on graduating status. The perfect combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*siiiigh*&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh... Matt.. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. yeah. I read somewhere .. When you love, don't give yourself completely. If you do, in case he leaves, you won't be left with anything. My prof in counseling also told us... In a relationship, keep 1 peso of yourself, the 99 to the other person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. But I'm thinking... Why do I need to just keep 1%? I don't think I need to...&lt;br /&gt;I'm 50% of the relationship. And he's a part of me already. and he's my other 50% :D &lt;br /&gt;Why keep myself to myself when I can share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh... I love too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116300781773635363?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116300781773635363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116300781773635363&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116300781773635363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116300781773635363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/waiting-xx.html' title='Waiting x_x'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116293410560158323</id><published>2006-11-08T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T07:45:44.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>i had a nightmare... i couldn't get anymore subjects. and I saw my 4th year high school advisor..... T_T &lt;br /&gt;que horror..&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116293410560158323?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116293410560158323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116293410560158323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116293410560158323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116293410560158323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116237615614880018</id><published>2006-11-01T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:02:57.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bokura ga Ita</title><content type='html'>I've been watching this anime... it's nice. it's about teenagers falling in love and being in love, staying in love. the guy has this deep past he would want to forget about while the girl is a sweet innocent girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the episodes, one of the advices given to the girl regarding her love life was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a new love to forget about your old love. It's not like you got an new love just to forget about your old love, but it's because you found a new love that you were able to forget about your old love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's touching... and meaningful. My brother said something similar before. Something like... You can never really forget an old love until you've found a new one.... or... something. O.o I forgot. but ... eeehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I looked for Matt... he just... he was just there... Like.... :D A hot meatbun that fell on my lap. :D I didn't even intend to look for a new love... aaahh..... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... i kinda got mad at matt earlier.. lol.. coz he changed the topic. I just wanted a yes or a no. oh well.. &gt;_&lt; but... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;mmm.... hi Matt. When you've reached this point, i'll think that you know too much about me already. ;D it kinda scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... shirann. what i do know is... I love you. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ずっと。。。好きだよ。。。永遠まで &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. that was probably wrong grammar :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116237615614880018?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116237615614880018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116237615614880018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116237615614880018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116237615614880018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/11/bokura-ga-ita.html' title='Bokura ga Ita'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116214238904103716</id><published>2006-10-30T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:04:17.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything</title><content type='html'>I am the wind&lt;br /&gt;I am the sky&lt;br /&gt;I am the clouds&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the eagle&lt;br /&gt;i am the lark&lt;br /&gt;i am the hawk&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the river&lt;br /&gt;i am the sea&lt;br /&gt;i am the ocean&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the sun&lt;br /&gt;i am the moon&lt;br /&gt;i am the universe&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.x march 30, 2003 01:51 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D repost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit::&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... Matt said, I don't need to be any of those. I just need to be myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116214238904103716?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116214238904103716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116214238904103716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116214238904103716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116214238904103716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/10/anything_30.html' title='Anything'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116213048037441576</id><published>2006-10-29T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:33:53.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Like a Boat</title><content type='html'>This is a song I sang and sent Matt Too much feeling in it though, I guess, and in case anyone's curious, no, I'm not sending it to anyone else. &gt;_&gt; not that I would think there is someone else who would want to hear. lol. I used RogueRouge's  Instrumental and made it faster. I uploaded the original anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://miii.net/dls/Rie Fu - Life is Like a Boat.mp3"&gt;Life is Like a Boat&lt;br /&gt;.:Rie Fu:.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this empty before&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever need someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna comfort me, and keep me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all rowing the boat of fate&lt;br /&gt;The waves keep on comin' and we can't escape&lt;br /&gt;But if we ever get lost on our way&lt;br /&gt;The waves would guide you thru another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooku de iki wo shiteru toumei ni natta mitai&lt;br /&gt;kurayami ni omoeta kedo mekakushi sareteta dake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..Each breath escaping my body becomes transparent and goes far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..And even when I think everything’s dark, I’m only blindfolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inori wo sasagete atarashii hi wo matsu&lt;br /&gt;azayaka ni hikaru umi sono hate made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..Offering a prayer, I wait for a new day to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..Until the reflection of the sunrise sparkling on the sea disappears completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they just don't give a damn&lt;br /&gt;But if I ever need someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;I know you would follow me, and keep me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hito no kokoro wa utsuri yuku nukedashitaku naru&lt;br /&gt;tsuki wa mata atarashii shuuki de fune wo tsureteku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..People’s hearts are constantly changing, peeling away fresh layers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..with each new phase of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;The oceans heave up to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna strain at the oars&lt;br /&gt;And soon I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;When will I see the shore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I never though I'd feel this way towards you&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever need someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you, and keep you strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tabi wa mata tsudzuiteku odayaka na hi mo&lt;br /&gt;tsuki wa mata atarashii shuuki de fune wo terashidasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..And still, the journey goes on, even on these calm days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..And still, each new phase of the moon reflects its light onto my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inori wo sasagete atarashii hi wo matsu&lt;br /&gt;azayaka ni hikaru umi sono hate made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..Offering a prayer, I wait for a new day to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..Until the reflection of the sunrise sparkling on the sea disappears completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unmei no fune wo kogi nami wa tsugi kara tsugi e to watashitachi wo osou kedo&lt;br /&gt;sore mo suteki na tabi ne  dore mo suteki na tabi ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..We are all rowing the boat of fate, the waves keep on coming and we can’t escape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..Even that is a beautiful journey; even anything is a beautiful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I posted the lyrics of the song above before already, but yeah... The message of the song hits the spot.. at least for the situation yesterday and today, it really did. I had to re-record at least 10 times not always because I miss a beat, but sometimes coz my voice wavers or shakes, i completely lose my voice,  or I break down and cry. I know I'm a cry baby... even songs make me cry, especially when I can really feel it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First month together (tho not physically &gt;_&gt; ) and so many things have happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't argued, but .... I've had had to deal with personal issues, and I'm really guilty and ashamed that I even bring it up.. but it bothers me too much, so yeh. They aren't really serious, but it's my peace of mind at stake.  He makes me say them anyway. lol, damn I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt also has problems and issues and I worry for him too. Sad that I can't be with him or even hug him... It's frustrating when I can't do anything to comfort him. It was also frustrating for me to see him get so worked up because of another girl. orz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also worried to death for him...about him... =&lt; &gt;_&lt; *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm Although he avoids reading my blog, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ずっと。。。ずっと 愛してる、Matt. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&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/5219737-116213048037441576?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116213048037441576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116213048037441576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116213048037441576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116213048037441576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-like-boat.html' title='Life is Like a Boat'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116195751853507783</id><published>2006-10-27T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:58:38.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehehe</title><content type='html'>In reply to &lt;a href="http://blog.miii.net/2006/10/i-feel-stupid_26.html"&gt;gystara's comment to this post&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.. i forgot to mention that that certain person called me up when she was having a falling out with that other person. Hm... she also told me that she didn't swing tht way, lol... and that she has a bf, whch was the reason why they don't talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~ it's in the past. i don't really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, i'm really worried about Matt. he's not home yet... i think. or he's just asleep... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My former student came back to the Philippines ... he's Korean, and i tutored English for about half a year. He's back. =_= they called up earlier to tell me they wanted to hang out with me. it's already 9:50pm and no call/sms yet. wtf =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go out anyway. I want to wait for Matt =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116195751853507783?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116195751853507783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116195751853507783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116195751853507783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116195751853507783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/10/ehehe.html' title='Ehehe'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116183657401890287</id><published>2006-10-26T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:22:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel stupid</title><content type='html'>i remember a time when i liked a certain person who is my friend... and another someone liked that certain person. what did i do? i helped bridge their... gap... and they got close.. really close..... and i got left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah asked me last night, 'why bother when i might be hurt in the end anyway?'&lt;br /&gt;what's funny is... there isn't even an end yet but i get hurt already.&lt;br /&gt;i told sarah the same thing i told hane. i don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;but i love him anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116183657401890287?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116183657401890287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116183657401890287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116183657401890287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116183657401890287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-stupid_26.html' title='I feel stupid'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116160221217268948</id><published>2006-10-23T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:16:52.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS</title><content type='html'>A POST DEDICATED TO MY BESTEST BESTEST BUDDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako nagtext kasi... wala akong load. err =__= kakaload ko lang kaninang umaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO *Drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Loraine F Gallevo, CPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKS.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116160221217268948?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116160221217268948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116160221217268948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116160221217268948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116160221217268948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/10/congratulations.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116083078800097022</id><published>2006-10-14T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:14:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making dreams come true</title><content type='html'>Well... It's not really a dream, but it's something I've been wanting for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's.. a... &lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;('_' )&lt;br /&gt;(._. )&lt;br /&gt;( ._.)&lt;br /&gt;( '_')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANK ACCOUNT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I had a bank account was like when I was 11 years old... but we had to close the account a few months later because we were running out of money. LOL. Those were the days when there came times I couldn't go to school because we didn't have enough money to commute to school. Or... this isn't an exaggeration.. Mama makes me choose between candy (like a bar of chocolate or marshmallows) and a day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. what happened now?&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, Mama asked me to deposit money to her account, P6000 :D then I said I wanted to open a bank account. :I Mama  said okay and suggested to open at BPI Family since maintaining balance is only P2000, but I said I don't want to go very far. BPI is just across the street, why go farther? The maintaining balance of BPI (Not Family) is P5000 ... I only had P2000 on hand, so Mama said she'll just lend me money, but I will have to pay for it. :D~~~~ so I was like YEY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my ATM card last Thursday :D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pre-enlisting on the CRS a couple of days ago... and I wasn't prepared for the big disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had 3 subjects left, aside from the practicum units....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So annoying... =/ 2 of them are majors.. so I can't petition to advance on practicum and finish off the remaining units in summer. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... When I stopped and thought about it... It's not that much of a problem really. I'm graduating. :) Soon. I mean... Patience ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched the Philippine Madrigal Singers. lol... expensive shit, but damn good shit. &gt;_&lt; i even bootlegged... gonna have to burn tomorrow for Loraine. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up Next: A Lea Salonga Concert!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she has a concert next weekend... 2 actually. Oct 21-22. But... &gt;_&lt; I can't... not yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.... ......&lt;br /&gt;And... at the moment, I have someone special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------off topic&lt;br /&gt;my internet is being shit. :&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116083078800097022?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116083078800097022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116083078800097022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116083078800097022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116083078800097022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/10/making-dreams-come-true_14.html' title='Making dreams come true'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116017807926306930</id><published>2006-10-07T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T07:41:19.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u_u</title><content type='html'>I felt teary-eyed when I read Loraine's write-up for me for the yearbook. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh called last night. At first, I couldn't believe. lol. Coz his name (his name on my phonebook isn't Josh... not telling either XD) was flashing... and International calls used to not reflect the number calling. Josh's did though. It was funny coz I was talking to someone on skype when he called. -_-; I had to leave the one on skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we just talked about uni life, how time has passed, how I needed to hassle him (he said it should be through email. =_=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun talking to him after all these years. I'll say that again and again. Last time he called me was 2003 i think. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116017807926306930?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116017807926306930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116017807926306930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116017807926306930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116017807926306930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/10/uu.html' title='u_u'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-116012978437822682</id><published>2006-10-06T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:16:25.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tulog.jpg (JPEG Image, 496x327 pixels)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/avo4pics/fourthyeargallery/tulog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days of innocence! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-116012978437822682?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/116012978437822682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=116012978437822682&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116012978437822682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/116012978437822682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/10/tulogjpg-jpeg-image-496x327-pixels.html' title='tulog.jpg (JPEG Image, 496x327 pixels)'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115994973956068009</id><published>2006-10-04T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:15:39.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WEBHOST IS BEING SHIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="3" width="275"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="index1" nowrap="nowrap" width="120"&gt;Disk Space Usage&lt;/td&gt;                &lt;td class="index2"&gt;27.20 Megabytes&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;                &lt;td class="index1" nowrap="nowrap" width="120"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                &lt;td class="index2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;tr&gt;                &lt;td class="index1" nowrap="nowrap" width="120"&gt;Disk space available&lt;/td&gt;                &lt;td class="index2"&gt;72.80 Megabytes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is this? yday or the other day i was like ... only 10mb free. =_=&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what it deleted.&lt;br /&gt;damn them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115994973956068009?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115994973956068009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115994973956068009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115994973956068009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115994973956068009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-webhost-is-being-shit.html' title='MY WEBHOST IS BEING SHIT'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115955430143364140</id><published>2006-09-30T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:25:01.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy O.O</title><content type='html'>:D Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.. well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love someone. x_x it just happened. &gt;_&lt; too happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115955430143364140?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115955430143364140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115955430143364140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115955430143364140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115955430143364140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-oo.html' title='Happy O.O'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115955388223073281</id><published>2006-09-30T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T03:05:45.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quiz of Sevens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://melodymedleyba191.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt; wanted me to do this ... umm... more than a year ago. Friday, September 16, 2005, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things that scare you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejection&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Slow Death&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;Total Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things you like the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Internet&lt;br /&gt;Koala&lt;br /&gt;Noodles&lt;br /&gt;mIRC&lt;br /&gt;Anime&lt;br /&gt;Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven important things in your bedroom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;MP3 Player&lt;br /&gt;Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Bed&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;Microwave oven&lt;br /&gt;Food stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven random facts about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Jollibee than McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;I stay in front of the computer more than half a day everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm going to die by the time I'm 25.&lt;br /&gt;I have an active online social life and i don't have much of an offline social life.&lt;br /&gt;I have long black wavy hair that I want to have cut but I'm just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I can survive with just music.&lt;br /&gt;I cook instant noodles using microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to drive.&lt;br /&gt;Visit at least 20 countries&lt;br /&gt;Meet most of my friends online&lt;br /&gt;Get married and have kids.&lt;br /&gt;Teach Tagalog to foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;GET THIN omfg&lt;br /&gt;Learn to play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things you can do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;br /&gt;type at 55 WPM with 95% accuracy&lt;br /&gt;whistle&lt;br /&gt;make decent sounds with a harmonica&lt;br /&gt;fix noobs' computers the noob way&lt;br /&gt;annoy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things you can't do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linux&lt;br /&gt;drive&lt;br /&gt;swim&lt;br /&gt;bike&lt;br /&gt;Tumble&lt;br /&gt;Headstand&lt;br /&gt;Program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;Eyes when smiling&lt;br /&gt;Voice&lt;br /&gt;Brain&lt;br /&gt;Talents&lt;br /&gt;Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things you say the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmk&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;uhh&lt;br /&gt;rawr&lt;br /&gt;lawl&lt;br /&gt;omfg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven celeb crushes (whether local or foreign):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keanu Reeves&lt;br /&gt;Aya Ueto&lt;br /&gt;That other guy in Gokusen&lt;br /&gt;Shota in Shota no Sushi&lt;br /&gt;That guy in My Lovely Kim Sam-Soon&lt;br /&gt;Koyasu Takehito&lt;br /&gt;=_= Mojako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Obviously I couldn't think of anyone else anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(more than) Seven people you want to see to take this quiz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu&lt;br /&gt;Sara?&lt;br /&gt;Sarah?&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;Avos!&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;Anyone =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115955388223073281?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115955388223073281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115955388223073281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115955388223073281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115955388223073281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/09/quiz-of-sevens.html' title='The Quiz of Sevens'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115953132767904630</id><published>2006-09-29T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:31:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typhoon Milenyo</title><content type='html'>or internationally known as Xangsane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine name for it is more fitting though. We've experienced typhoons before but this is by far the most depressing ever since Typhoon Angela (Rosing) in 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Typhoon Rosing, I was in the middle of nowhere, living in a bamboo house with a bamboo grove nearby. I could hear the wind swooshing around the house, the house itself swaying left and right. I remember papa having to brave the storm outside and put cement hollow blocks on our roof so it wouldn't fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember if there was a power outage that time, since ... well, being in the middle of nowhere... I think we were going about with kerosene lamps and kerosene stove... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typhoon yesterday was  utterly frustrating. Classes were suspended early Wednesday evening. Around 6 or 7? Since typhoons here aren't really new, I didn't expected the power to go out. At first I tried fightng it, keeping the computer on. I gave up when the power was completely out. I tried to get someone on GTalk so we could talk a bit even if I can't be online, but he had to go. I played on my cellphone a bit-- Solitaire and BlockBreaker DeLuxe. I slept a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that I was pushing my cousin Mark off the computer. Mama woke me up and told me that she cooked Chicken Sotanghon soup. I ate. My phone had lost its signal. Mama said some cellphone towers went down. Eelai was happy because she didn't need to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept again after eating. I turned off my Zen because i only had half the battery left. Iks woke me up asking me what I wanted to eat from Chow King. He was going to have food delivered. I couldn't go back to sleep. I could hear him and my other cousins guffawing 2 doors away. I went to find out what was taking my Chow King so long. Apparently, all fast food chains weren't delivering. McDonald's and Jollibee at the corner were closed. Pizza Hut was closed... All fast food chains weren't delivering. orz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iks got my guitar out and we sang a bit, not minding if the chords were wrong, or we were out of tune. Until dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one thing the typhoon accomplished, it was getting us complete like the old times. I mean, me and my cousins. It wasn't a usual sight to see all 6 of us complete. We had no choice anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. Blogger. shit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh.. =/ my long post got deleted. and that was all that was left. I AM SO NOT GONNA TYPE ALL THAT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to make the long story short. I was dreaming of having electricity too. i read in candle light. etc etc. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, this is so frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115953132767904630?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115953132767904630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115953132767904630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115953132767904630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115953132767904630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/09/typhoon-milenyo.html' title='Typhoon Milenyo'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115940053022531779</id><published>2006-09-28T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:51:39.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep last night, even if I told Yu I didn't want to sleep. I don't even know what time... it was like 10:30pm or so. I woke up about an hour ago. I was browsing some of my past blog entries, wondering what he found interesting. What &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; found interesting was that I called the dream the same codename as Jin. meh.. I've forgotten about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining all night. Classes are suspended for today, and the suspension might be until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want to do my schoolwork, and he's not online.... I'll just answer the yearbook questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Pedagogia 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Info:&lt;br /&gt;Name: etc./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course: BSEd English/Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Write-Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 3rd person and should not be more than 150 words.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; In English or Filipino, otherwse, translations must be included.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; You could come up with another write-up for the interactive CD if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If the color of the bluebook would be changed, what would you suggest? Why?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; First, if the color of the bluebook were to be changed, it shouldn't be called bluebook anymore, so I would not want it to be changed. Second, blue is soothing and calming, which would be very important especially for students taking UP exams. It is at these critical moments, taking exams, when students need that calming effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the best thing you learned from your favorite professor in UP?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; You learn the best and most important things outside the classroom, and not inside. And that love for your country and your language is as important as education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we Filipinos lack in general. We lack love for the country. It's sad, yet true. I would WANT to stay here..... but. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Among your accomplishments in college, what do you value most?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; My acceptance at the College of Education was like being given a new life, a new chance to make things right for myself. I wouldn't be writing this if I didn't get that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To whom do you dedicate your college diploma?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; To my family, especially to my mother. She's the one who's been with me all my life, the one who pushed me to reach higher, and the one who urged me to go on when everything felt like ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's the person closest to you in Educ?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; Liz Sagucio, my classmate in the DOST-SOEP, my blockmate, and my constant companion in Educ. The moment I saw her in the Educ100 classroom, I felt hope surging into me, because I knew I wouldn't be alone in a new world. She's also my source of strength in times of weakness in my academic life, my confidante, and my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you can say one last thing to UP, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's the best concert you've attended in UP?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; A plop concert in financial terms, but the best, in my opinion. The lack of people who attended allowed the artists to mingle and chat with the audience and other artists as if they were ordinary people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How do you see yourself 15 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; Asking myself why I question questions like these. I don't think the question should be asked this way, instead, something like "How do you want to see yourself 15 years from now?" =_= しらない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Even after 4 (or 5) years in UP, I still believe...&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; ... that life is still meaningless and absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What type of test are you? Why?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; Fill-in-the-blanks, also known as Complete-the-sentence. This type of test doesn't always have the luxury of choices, nnd you would just have to write the correct answer. As an incomplete person, I've learned that life isn't always about making the correct choices, but usually puttng in the correct answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your impression of UP students? Do they still hold true today?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; UP students are intelligent creatures. Now, I know that UP students are intelligent creatures, but would sometimes get lazy and irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the thing that you would miss most when you leave UP?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; The sights--the skies, the flowers and fields, the Carillon Tower, the peeled paint from the walls, the drawings, the vandalism on chairs and toilet doors, the different people. The sounds--the noise of the students from the next room, the frenzy during change of classes, the groans of the students when the teacher has announced an exam, the cries, shouts, and music of the activists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite Educ subject?&lt;br /&gt;--=&gt; Educ100. Aside from it being the only subject I got a 1.00 on, it really changed a lot of my opinions, and it planted in me a deeper love for my country. It also made me value myself a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Testimonials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 3 one-line testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; can be from anyone, just include relation to the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEADLINE is on October 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yet graduating. I just signed up for the yearbook and had my grad pics taken already. I'm going to finish my undergrad in October 2007... So I guess it's okay to get the 2007 yearbook. Besides, I wouldn't know anyone anymore if I get the 2008 yearbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miii.net/dls/InsideMyHeart.mp3"&gt;14533. 김정은 - [My Lovely Kim Sam-Soon OST #11] Inside My Heart. Played 275 times.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115940053022531779?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115940053022531779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115940053022531779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115940053022531779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115940053022531779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/09/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115935028555486464</id><published>2006-09-27T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T17:44:45.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Inside my heart~</title><content type='html'>There's this song I've been listening to. lol. it's Korean.. so I don't understand a thing. It's not like I understand Japanese very well, but somehow, I get the gist of it. And I know where I could find translations or someone to do translations if I get desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this song is from a Korean drama -  My Name is Kim Sam-Soon.  or My Lovely Kim Sam-Soon. You can watch it on &lt;a href="http://aznv.tv"&gt;AznV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* It sounds so sad. heh... it's so fitting for the atmosphere -- confusion, rain, the cold, the tension. -- the thoughts running through my head. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, like this addiction to this song...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, like all the past feelings I've had...&lt;br /&gt;It will pass. :D&lt;br /&gt;Like the rain that's falling right now, it will pass.&lt;br /&gt;Like the passing of time, it will soon be over before I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the song by the way: &lt;a href="http://miii.net/dls/InsideMyHeart.mp3"&gt;김정은 - [My Lovely Kim Sam-Soon OST #11] Inside My Heart. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows the other song (it wasn't in the OST, and I'm pretty sure it's from the same drama... it just goes ~rarirarara~~ rarirararaaaahh~ etc), send me T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115935028555486464?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115935028555486464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115935028555486464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115935028555486464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115935028555486464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/09/inside-my-heart_27.html' title='~Inside my heart~'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115910124739809489</id><published>2006-09-24T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T20:34:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rebound</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be a rebound girl. I don't want to get a rebound boy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115910124739809489?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115910124739809489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115910124739809489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115910124739809489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115910124739809489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/09/rebound.html' title='rebound'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115894367829387347</id><published>2006-09-23T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:49:27.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 303px; height: 343px;" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Romanticist&lt;/b&gt;. Romanticism encourages society to look backwards to find our solutions. Your rationale is that things were much better a few hundred years ago so we should thus look back to those times and replace them in our modern society. You believe in a simple life and that the complexities of the modern world have turned it upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Postmodernist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cultural Creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Romanticist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Existentialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Modernist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fundamentalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Materialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Idealist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=23320"&gt;What is Your World View?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115894367829387347?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115894367829387347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115894367829387347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115894367829387347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115894367829387347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/09/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115885673301131326</id><published>2006-09-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:38:53.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>夢</title><content type='html'>lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird. Someone  sent me a bunch of pictures... he instantly reminded me of 夢 ... for some reason.... i thought, he looks like the one in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm becoming desperate, or I'm going out of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115885673301131326?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115885673301131326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115885673301131326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115885673301131326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115885673301131326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_22.html' title='夢'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115860164439693141</id><published>2006-09-19T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:47:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=__=</title><content type='html'>Is it because I can't get 夢 out of my mind...   that I'm starting to see a face?&lt;br /&gt;Because...  whenever I think of the dream now,  i can now see a face.. sort of. Somewhat distorted...... &gt;___&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT /o&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there really was a face... I just wasn't able to remember right after... but now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;____&lt; I CAN SEE...not clear, but there IS! It's still somewhat a blur......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orz. The face isn't familiar anyway. =_= There's a face, but I still don't know him. I mean, I don't know anyone who looks like  him. NOt even close...                                                                                                        OTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;___&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115860164439693141?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115860164439693141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115860164439693141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115860164439693141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115860164439693141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='=__='/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115825459372116122</id><published>2006-09-15T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:42:30.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with a dream</title><content type='html'>And I don't mean this figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I'm in love with someone miles away, or a cartoon character, or someone who would never love me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a bitch of a mood because of... well.. I'm in love with a dream--literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dream a couple of days ago and I've been feeling terrbly empty since then. Empty and sad. When I sink into idleness, when my mind starts wandering, I think of him and i feel this ache in my chest. I feel empty, so empty that my chest feels like it's about to explode. (lol).&lt;br /&gt;I can't think... I'm being moody... Hard to talk to. well... &gt;___&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to do about it. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts more, I know it will never happen, I can never get someone like that. Is this pain because of the hopelessness of the case, or because of that man in my dream? Well, I think of him, and not the situation... So I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be better off dreaming about actors or actresses. Heck, even anime characters. At least I know I can fill this emptiness by ... um. .. like downloading their stuff and what not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a DREAM! I can't even put a face to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd... I am so hopeless. 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                        &lt;span class="fontbyline"&gt;By Armand      Nocum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span class="fontbyline"&gt;Inquirer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span class="fonttimestamp"&gt;Last updated 02:25am (Mla time) 08/27/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;p class="fonteditor"&gt;      Published on page A5 of the August 27, 2006 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer     &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;THIS time Justice Secretary Raul Gonzalez has picked on the University of the Philippines school system, saying it mainly produces militant protesters and fraternity men and women who run around the campus naked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“That school breeds the destabilizers that haunt the country year after year. They are acting as if they are the only ones who know how to run the country,” Gonzalez told the Inquirer yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made it clear, however, that he was not assailing the entire university population because “there are many students there who are bright and good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewed by phone while he was with President Macapagal-Arroyo in Guimaras, Gonzalez pointed to the Oblation run of the APO fraternity as another indication of the kind of students that came from UP.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I doff my hat to them because they initiate the running of naked people... That’s also one kind of culture that they develop there,” he said, noting that women had begun to join the naked run as well which is held in December.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Maybe we are going in that direction... there are now women running naked. I will not be surprised if they will go to school with only their books, nothing more,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonzalez made the statements while lamenting that UP was the site of numerous protest rallies and symposia calling for the resignation of President Arroyo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“In every storm that takes place, UP students are in the forefront,” he said. “As a matter of fact, our history will show that since the martial law years, students from UP were the ones who went underground and fought the government. In fact, many of them went to China and never came back.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bomb-making in labs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gonzalez said he came to see the militant activism of UP students first-hand during the First Quarter Storm of 1970 when then Sen. Genaro Magsaysay formed a panel to look into the violent protests there and he saw pillbox bombs being assembled in the school laboratories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said this was not the way the students should repay the government for giving them a world-class education.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“They should consider the fact that the state is the one paying for their schooling. Why fight the state? Why try to bring it down. I think some degree of gratitude should be there also,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He noted that UP had always been known as a “cradle of leadership” but he was worried that with the way some students there were acting, some serious questions would be raised about the “kind of leaders we will have in the future.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But he said he was “not degrading UP per se,” but was only questioning the kind of students that came from it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ‘I am well-behaved’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the matter of the high “tolerance to education freedom” should be raised to UP officials and teachers during the annual budget hearing for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked what school he graduated from, Gonzalez replied: “University of Sto. Tomas... that’s why I am well-behaved.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gonzalez is known for speaking his mind on most issues and creating controversy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Earlier, when he was asked if he was going to arrest the widow of the late presidential candidate Fernando Poe Jr. for inciting to sedition when she spoke out against President Arroyo, he said she was too pretty to be arrested.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another time when it was revealed that he was undergoing dialysis for kidney stones, he said that was not what made him launch verbal tirades against critics of Ms Arroyo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“What does [having the] balls [to say things] got to do with that?” he said when he was asked if the painful passing of stones in his urine was the reason he was grouchy to critics and media people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gonna write about this after my paper on FS - Fucking Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115695990565876826?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115695990565876826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115695990565876826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115695990565876826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115695990565876826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/gonzalez-up-breeds-destabilizers-naked.html' title='Gonzalez: UP breeds destabilizers, naked runners - INQ7.net'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115692372839599546</id><published>2006-08-30T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T15:42:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hidoitenshi - Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b112/hidoitenshi/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This... this depression has got to stop. it's interfering with my school work =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115692372839599546?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115692372839599546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115692372839599546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115692372839599546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115692372839599546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/hidoitenshi-photobucket-video-and.html' title='hidoitenshi - Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115670314902748911</id><published>2006-08-28T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T02:25:49.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>*sigh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this friendster paper so slow. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah... confused thoughts. must ... must... forget. must ignore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115670314902748911?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115670314902748911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115670314902748911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115670314902748911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115670314902748911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115642148376283496</id><published>2006-08-24T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:11:23.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLDT MyDSL is ... well... unfair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.miii.net/2005/08/globextm-message_11.html"&gt;Remember this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not. I forgot about it too. I just realized when I read &lt;a href="http://www.alleba.com/blog/2006/07/13/pldt-mydsl-sucks-the-saga-continues/"&gt;this blog.&lt;/a&gt; I was thinking if my connection was ever sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought of it... No, not really. The only time there was a bad downtime when it was down for the whole weekend I think, but the whole Manila or something was affected anyway. Aside from that, my connection doesn't drop with no reason. Usually it's because of electrcity surges when there's a thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm really peeved about is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From January 2006, I think, the speed for 3000/mo is 2mbit/s. And now the August 2006 the speed should now be 2.2mbit/s .......... WHY AM I NOT GETTING A SPEED INCREASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS INJUSTICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I signed up, it was a package.. free computer. But that means it's FREE. FCOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call them up, i think. =/ I remmeber when I saw 1.5mbit/s upgrade for 3000/mo and I ignored it. Argh &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115642148376283496?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115642148376283496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115642148376283496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115642148376283496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115642148376283496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/pldt-mydsl-is-well-unfair.html' title='PLDT MyDSL is ... well... unfair.'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115641446396198947</id><published>2006-08-24T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:14:23.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/account/blogs/blogclaim.html?url=http://blog.miii.net&amp;amp;claimcode=qqrtsjgmge&amp;amp;postclaim=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/claim/qqrtsjgmge" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115641446396198947?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115641446396198947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115641446396198947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115641446396198947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115641446396198947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/technorati-profile_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115641427229541483</id><published>2006-08-24T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:11:17.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/claim/qqrtsjgmge" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115641427229541483?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115641427229541483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115641427229541483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115641427229541483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115641427229541483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/technorati-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115625477350478159</id><published>2006-08-22T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:19:13.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster Mobs - portable buddy list at pusit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pusit.com/blog/2006/05/18/friendster-mobs-portable-buddy-list/"&gt;Friendster Mobs - portable buddy list at pusit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped caring about &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about two years ago when it got boring with the bulletin board having nothing but stupid questionnaires and surveys for bored people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now for my paper for my creative writing class, I'm seeing Friendster once again as something interesting. Not because of the new features launched in this website, like more photos being uploaded, customizable layouts, blogs, music and videos and what not. I'm interested because MySpace rocks the world for everyone else. I mean, in other countries, especially in the US. I understand why facebook isn't a hit here. For one thing, it's not supported in the Philippines. Believe me, I've tried signing up for an account. I have my .edu email. However, they don't have Philippine schools listed. That sucks. So why in the Philippines, it's Friendster? To the point that it launched pre-paid advertising and instant messaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, because my proposal about online sociology got rejected, (I had even thought of a title for it already -- Real People in a Virtual World), my paper is going to be about Friendster. Well, my second proposal is actually just about Online Social Networks like fster and myspace, but my prof, dear prof, told me to focus on the Philippine setting. That would be Friendster. I've browsed through tech blogs, pinoy blogs, news, and all other websites I could think of currently, but I haven't come across (yet?) an explanation as to why it is a major hit here. All these networking websites are just the same. They connect people's profiles, a network of so-called friends. Why not MySpace? Yahoo launched Yahoo 360 and I've been getting a lot of invitations to be ... what was the term? to be connected to them or something. Well, I've had my 360 account long ago when it was still in the beta stages, when it was still an invite-only thing. But anyway.... &lt;a href="http://google.com/trends?q=friendster%2C+myspace%2C+multiply&amp;ctab=1&amp;geo=all&amp;date=2006-4"&gt;According to Google Trends, in the Philippines, Friendster is leading by a mile.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so because of my Friendster research, I'm trying to renew my ties with dear ol' Friendster, my Friendster. I remember those days when I spent almost an hour looking for my Grade School classmates on Friendster. Back then, the number of pictures you could upload was 4 or 6. I can't even remember. There weren't blogs yet. Heck, it even seemed to be forever in their Beta stage. The bulletin board hasn't changed though, which gives me this sense of familiarity. It's still full of useless questionnaires and pointless surveys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should put up my survey on the bulletin board. O.O .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I think that'd be a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll do that later.&lt;br /&gt;For now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an operator on &lt;a href="irc://irc.dal.net/japan"&gt;#Japan&lt;/a&gt; on DALnet and one of the most annoying lines you would see from a n00b would be something like "Got fs?" or "Add me pleeeeeeaze: thisismylameemailaddress@someusualemailservicelikeyahoo.com" or "who has fs here?" or some lamers would have nicks like co-cr-ce-FS. How lame could that be? They want to add "friends" ... Don't they have friends in real life? Isn't that a bit sad? I remember being an operator in a channel with the sole (lame) purpose of exchanging email addresses to add to their Friendster network. Is Friendster a contest? To have the most number of friends? (And accounts?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second major annoyance... next to "asl pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.... I'll try to email Mr. Terence Pua. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. WANNA ADD ME ON FRIENDSTER? here's my bogus email address to keep you company: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supladita@maldita.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115625477350478159?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115625477350478159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115625477350478159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115625477350478159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115625477350478159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/friendster-mobs-portable-buddy-list-at.html' title='Friendster Mobs - portable buddy list at pusit'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115608979063274649</id><published>2006-08-21T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:03:10.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahnessity</title><content type='html'>having confused thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115608979063274649?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115608979063274649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115608979063274649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115608979063274649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115608979063274649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/blahnessity.html' title='Blahnessity'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115590016964937574</id><published>2006-08-18T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:22:49.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A question of identity(Excerpt)</title><content type='html'>: "A question of identity(Excerpt)&lt;br /&gt;By Conrado de Quiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....There are of course pitfalls(to the study of Philippine History) that we must avoid. Chief of them is the temptation to romanticize the pre-colonial past that tends to hound propositions like this. There were two particularly strong varieties of this sometime ago. One was the tendency to belittle or even scorn the Western influences, to see them as having had only a superficial effect on us. This particular viewpoint, which sparked a debate in the 1960s, said that if you scratch the Filipino deeply enough, you will find a pristine non-Western core inside. This was soundly refuted by the Institute for Philippine Culture, which called this the 'onion skin theory of Philippine identity.' The problem with peeling off the layers of onions -- which represented the various 'external' influences on the Filipino -- is that you end up with nothing. There is no core, the onion is its layers. From another direction, which was the creative one, Nick Joaquin showed how deeply Spanish and American culture lodged in the Filipino psyche. You took them off, and there was no Filipino. (Other experts say that using 'Halo-Halo'(Filipino mixed cold dessert) as a metaphor instead of the 'onion skin' is more appropriate because the Filipino culture is a not a 'layered' but more of a mix or mestizo culture) The other, though far less well known, pitfall is exagger"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115590016964937574?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115590016964937574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115590016964937574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115590016964937574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115590016964937574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/question-of-identityexcerpt.html' title='A question of identity(Excerpt)'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115571194922446635</id><published>2006-08-16T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T15:05:49.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATED MY WEBSITE!</title><content type='html'>HAR HAR HAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115571194922446635?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115571194922446635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115571194922446635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115571194922446635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115571194922446635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/updated-my-website.html' title='UPDATED MY WEBSITE!'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115522096905122403</id><published>2006-08-10T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:42:49.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blah</title><content type='html'>I feel so blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking down this road of confusion and lies&lt;br /&gt;i stop and turn around&lt;br /&gt;i turn around&lt;br /&gt;i run&lt;br /&gt;i fall&lt;br /&gt;i get up&lt;br /&gt;i walk slowly&lt;br /&gt;i walk briskly&lt;br /&gt;i start running&lt;br /&gt;i fall, i'm in pain&lt;br /&gt;i get up and fall again&lt;br /&gt;i get up and stand straight&lt;br /&gt;i take in a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;i hold if for a minute&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i exhale slowly&lt;br /&gt;i walk slowly&lt;br /&gt;i walk fast&lt;br /&gt;i run a bit&lt;br /&gt;i walk&lt;br /&gt;i run &lt;br /&gt;i run&lt;br /&gt;i walk&lt;br /&gt;i run&lt;br /&gt;i fall&lt;br /&gt;i run&lt;br /&gt;i am lost&lt;br /&gt;i turn around &lt;br /&gt;i am lost&lt;br /&gt;i walk&lt;br /&gt;i run&lt;br /&gt;i am gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;who knows. i, myself, do not know. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115522096905122403?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115522096905122403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115522096905122403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115522096905122403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115522096905122403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/feeling-blah_10.html' title='Feeling Blah'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115487797605972325</id><published>2006-08-06T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:26:16.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>Lately... Actually, I feel guilty for a lot of things lately.... I know I did something wrong, but I ignore it. This is not just for one person. You might know who you are, you might not. You might be reading this, you might not. I've been meaning to write these for some time now. It's not that I never got the chance. It's just that I went ahead and did something else until I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being insensitive, I'm sorry. I know I should've been paying more attention, but I don't. I have no excuse for this behaviour, even if I do give excuses. I know they're not excusable. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For asking how I am, thank you. I've told you that I didn't like asking it because I felt it was so fake. It's just like a greeting. Under Jakobsons theory in applied linguistics or something, it's called a "ritualistic" message. It means... It means it doesn't mean anything. It's just a greeting. I feel that that question or greeting is only to be asked for people I haven't seen or spoken with for a long time. Maybe when I get the guts to message you and talk to you, I'll say, "Hey, how are you?" I imagine it'll be some time before your anger with me will if not disappear, at least lessen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being cold, I'm sorry. It's just that I don't want to be bothered much by other people's troubles while I handle mine... likewise, I don't want to bother other people much with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; own troubles. This is unexcusable too. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For trying to talk to me, thank you. I'm grateful for the effort all the time. It's just that it's me who wouldn't want to exert an effort in return. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For neglecting you, I'm sorry. I'm hanging out with a new bunch of people, but not much really. Still, I want you to know that I miss you. I miss all the randomness and stuff. Oh we still talk, I know. But sometimes, I feel as if ... sometimes you're feeling bleh because of me. For that, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ... doing all those favors for me sometimes, even if I could've done it myself, thank you. Eh. I'm sorry for not being able to do anything in return. Nonetheless, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being so full of myself lately, I'm sorry. I won't make excuses. I won't explain either. However, I do feel sorry. Just please try and understand... I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For keeping your distance for now, thank you. Be it anger, or something else, thank you. Maybe I do need space, time, and so on. For everything you've done, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ MI! Genki da ne ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115487797605972325?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115487797605972325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115487797605972325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115487797605972325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115487797605972325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115436417118633842</id><published>2006-08-01T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:42:51.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>I was looking for my booklet inlay of Savage Garden's Affirmation + Declaration albums... I couldn't find it. I'm sure I put it in a place where "I could easily remember it and it'll be safe there" or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking for it, I found a piece of paper where I wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;"18 May 1984 - 18 October 2002&lt;br /&gt;18 years and 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;Today I died. You may know  me but you don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean? What happened that day? Frankly, I don't remember. If it's school related, that's around vacation I think. If it's about love life, no, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know. I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some of the letters from my senior year in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my mother's stamp collection that I was looking for a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my pencil case with the two compasses I last used almost 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my campain bookmarks when I ran for my school's Student Leader thingie when I was 8 or 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a pr0n CD of my brother's hidden among &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BETCHI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BETCHI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BETCHI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BETCHI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt; CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found couplw od kwtxcains, pens, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I odud all those... excep t the inlay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for the EAC prem\sets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to browse my chats withn Jin....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i efel sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115436417118633842?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115436417118633842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115436417118633842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115436417118633842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115436417118633842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/08/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115289570227868888</id><published>2006-07-15T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:48:22.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally was able to talk to Toshi!</title><content type='html'>Well...I wanted to befriend him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the interview was my chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got an invitation to go eat okonomiyaki when he cooks some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115289570227868888?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115289570227868888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115289570227868888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115289570227868888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115289570227868888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-was-able-to-talk-to-toshi.html' title='Finally was able to talk to Toshi!'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115283666921247119</id><published>2006-07-14T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:24:29.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GTalk and Chikka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="black text18"&gt;&lt;a href="http://corporate.chikka.com/press/press20060410.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="black text18"&gt;&lt;a href="http://corporate.chikka.com/press/press20060410.html"&gt;Chikka, Google Talk Interconnect&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 10, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, Chikka Country.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome your new buddies from Google Talk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yup, Chikka Country now connects to the Google Talk community and vice-versa. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;For Chikka users, simply enter the Gmail address of the person you want to chat with in the Send Message window of your Chikka client and wait for them to accept your invitation to chat. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On Google Talk, add a Chikka user by clicking on Add Friend, and type in your friend’s &lt;chikka&gt;@chikkatalk.com (for example: 639171234567@chikkatalk.com). Your Chikka buddy will now appear in your Google Talk buddy list. Then simply double-click on your buddy’s name to send a message. It’s that easy!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Google Talk, Google’s downloadable Windows application is preferred by millions of on-line users to to talk or send instant messages over the Internet to their friends for free. Meanwhile Chikka’s mobile instant messaging service is in wide use by a community that likes to send text and MMS messages to mobile users in countries like the US, Guam, Philippines, India, and Thailand. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Chikka-Google Talk interconnection is made possible under a federation of communication service providers promoted by Google, to interconnect with Google Talk and bring popular messaging communities together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Now, I can be reached through GTalk!!! Simply by adding my number on the gtalk contact list. It's so cool! just add 63915XXXXXXX@chikkatalk.com and then you can send me messages FOR FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cooooool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone interested, email me. Har Har Har&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding me, however, does not mean I would be replying. =_= it's a bit expensive to reply. P2.50 per sms. BUT AT LEAST! It's free to send to me. Har Har&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115283666921247119?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115283666921247119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115283666921247119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115283666921247119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115283666921247119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/07/gtalk-and-chikka.html' title='GTalk and Chikka!'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115266989869771398</id><published>2006-07-12T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T13:47:13.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ....&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: .&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ....&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: .&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ....&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: .&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ....&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: .&lt;br /&gt;Mi:&lt;br /&gt;Yu: .&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ....&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: .&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: .&lt;br /&gt;Mi:&lt;br /&gt;Yu: .&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: .&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ..&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ....&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ....&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi: ....&lt;br /&gt;Yu: ..i.&lt;br /&gt;Mi: lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115266989869771398?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115266989869771398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115266989869771398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115266989869771398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115266989869771398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/07/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115175053460431819</id><published>2006-07-01T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:42:14.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling for Iced Tea</title><content type='html'>I'm not really a fan of iced tea, but it is usually the beverage listed in restaurant menus that can be bottomless -- meaning, you can have unlimited refills. For crying out loud, the iced tea they serve is just powdered instant iced tea. They shouldn't be too stingy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home last Tuesday, on the jeep, with my headphones on, I suddenly realized that I haven't checked my cellphone for messages all day because I usually keep it on silent or vibrate mode when in school. After successfully digging it out from my bag, I found that I had five unread messages and three missed calls. I checked the caller of the missed calls. Liz. I read her message. She wanted to go skating. So much for quick decisions. Suddenly my phone was ringing. Good thing Liz called. I ran out of phone credit so I wouldn't have been able to message her back. I told her I'd wait for her at the QC Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the skating rink we passed by some restaurants. I told her that I haven't eaten at Kamameshi House. She said we could eat there after we skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to drizzle. I was already having second thoughts on this 2nd skating adventure. My first skating adventure with Liz at the QC Memorial Circle Skating Rink was not quite a disaster, but I wasn't quite dry afterwards either. But I still went ahead and rented skates with Liz. While we practiced standing up and walking around (instead of skating...) the rain was going down harder. Liz started to sing. It's a common joke here that sometimes when it rains, it's because someone's singing badly. The more out of tune the singer's song is, the harder the rain falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain DID stop, but I've already decided not to skate that night and have returned the skates already. I told Liz I'd stay with her while she skates and that I'd just run around or something. I had my mp3 player so I wouldn't really be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at Liz when she went straight towards a grassy muddy part and got wet, then told her that she could hold on to me when she goes out of balance when she stood up. So I walked/jogged alongside her most of the time. I was able to save her once or twice, I think. However, on her second fall, she took me down with her. So much for not skating because I didn't want to get wet. I was sure I'd fall if I skated. I didn't expecting falling while not skating. It was fun though. I didn't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kamameshi House afterwards. When I got the menu, my eyes went ( O.O) . It was expensive. It was our first time to eat there, and we kept asking questions at the waiter (or was he the cook?)  about the food listed on the menu. We took our time ordering. After all, we couldn't really go all out because of the prices. We ordered Sashimi (I forgot what kind) , Yakiudon, Torigohan, and Iced Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given appetizers -- sauteed bean sprouts and sweet and spicy anchovies -- and the Kamameshi House Iced Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iced tea was heavenly. That was the first word that came into mind when I had my first sip. I was in pure bliss. I've never had iced tea that great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; good. I don't know how to describe it exactly. The ice in it wasn't shaved nor crushed. It was almost ... creamy? But it was ice. ... AH! It was like  a good Starbucks Frappuccino, texture-wise, but not quite. It was REALLY smooth. The taste had a good balance of tangyness and sweetness and iced tea-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll DEFINITELY come back there, if only to drink iced tea. Itwas the best 50-peso drink I have ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115175053460431819?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115175053460431819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115175053460431819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115175053460431819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115175053460431819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/07/falling-for-iced-tea.html' title='Falling for Iced Tea'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115134123827964379</id><published>2006-06-27T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:00:38.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen MicroPhoto</title><content type='html'>I finally bought my mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to buy at first the Zen Nano Plus. And then the Zen 20Gb. And then the Zen Neeon 5Gb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left the house, I was so determined to get the Zen Neeon 5Gb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I got there, my mind suddenly changed. Well, the unavailability of the Gray Zen Neeon helped. I ended up buying the Zen MicroPhoto 8Gb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... Anyway, I already have my player. I can now record lectures. I'm always sleepy in my classes. CL40 is pure lecture. Eng 21 is pure lecture. Eng 120 is lecture and.. well, Stylistics. Fil 155 seems to be pure lecture. CW 140 is discussion. EDL 112 is pure lecture with a trying-hard discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I met with Vani and Dan last Saturday too. I handed Vani her CDs and her PopTarts and so on. blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115134123827964379?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115134123827964379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115134123827964379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115134123827964379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115134123827964379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/06/zen-microphoto.html' title='Zen MicroPhoto'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115134065793370662</id><published>2006-06-27T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:04:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG DUO!</title><content type='html'>I told Bao to get my cover of &lt;a href="http://omgsong.net/viewuta.php?id=386"&gt;Kokia's Arigatou from omgsong.net&lt;/a&gt; because he's so crazy about Kokia. Well, I've been crazy lately about my ratings in omgsong. =_=;; So I wanted more people to download my songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his reaction was very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;23:49:52 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; oh btw I'm going to compare&lt;br /&gt;23:49:59 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; the Arigatou you sung&lt;br /&gt;23:50:02 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; with Kokia's&lt;br /&gt;23:50:02 | &lt;@Mi`&gt; oh&lt;br /&gt;23:50:02 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;23:50:04 | &lt;@Mi`&gt; it's bad&lt;br /&gt;23:50:04 | &lt;@Mi`&gt; =_=&lt;br /&gt;23:50:06 | &lt;@Mi`&gt; &gt;_&lt;&gt; I'm still comparing&lt;br /&gt;23:50:16 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;23:50:21 | &lt;@Mi`&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;23:50:23 | &lt;@Mi`&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;23:50:35 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; HOLY FUCK&lt;br /&gt;23:50:41 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; NO FUCKIN WAY&lt;br /&gt;23:50:52 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; Mi`!&lt;br /&gt;23:50:58 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;23:50:58 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; I mean&lt;br /&gt;23:51:01 | &lt;@Mi`&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;23:51:01 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; your voice~!&lt;br /&gt;23:51:07 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; holy SHIT&lt;br /&gt;23:51:14 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; this is your voice&lt;br /&gt;23:51:16 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; and yousay&lt;br /&gt;23:51:18 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; it's bad&lt;br /&gt;23:51:22 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; oh fuck you&lt;br /&gt;23:51:23 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; lo&lt;br /&gt;23:51:27 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; lol*&lt;br /&gt;23:51:30 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; it's good =_=&lt;br /&gt;23:51:48 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; oh ok&lt;br /&gt;23:51:58 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; maybe some parts of the chorus are a bit off Mi`&lt;br /&gt;23:51:59 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; BUT&lt;br /&gt;23:52:03 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; it's still good..&lt;br /&gt;23:52:26 | &lt;@^Seraphim^&gt; I feel like a complete failure after hearing your voice Mi` =_=&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started requesting me to sing songs, then what if he plays the piano for what I'm going to sing, and so on. One idea lead to another, and soon, we had this idea that we're going to form a duo, with him on the piano, and me on the vocals. The idea is great! I'm already excited about it. We plan to release the album hopefully by December, and releasing singles along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've even thought of a name for the duo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SeraMi-XtC&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XtC&lt;/span&gt; standing for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xtra-terrestrial Creatures&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sera&lt;/span&gt; comes from his nick ^Seraphim^ while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi&lt;/span&gt; is my Internet identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we serious? Yes, somewhat. At least... at the moment, we are. The wheels are in motion now. While I wait for him to do his piano work to send to me so I could sing on it, I'll do the requests for omgsong. Yeah, some people have requested me to do a couple of songs, like Sayonara Solitia (Chrno Crusade, Chiba Saeko), Aishite irukara (Kokia), Mou Sukoshi (Midori no Hibi, Atsumi Saori) (indirect request. Guu said sing something he knows. i.e. A song with lyrics he contributed to &lt;a href="http://www.animelyrics.com"&gt;animelyrics.com&lt;/a&gt;), Kono Namida ga Aru Kara Tsugi no Ippo to Naru (I forgot coz I never watched that anime,  Tokitou Ami. I also plan to sing Natsumachi&lt;br /&gt;(ARIA the NATURAL, ROUND TABLE featuring Nino).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many songs to sing, and my throat isn't well at the moment. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about the collaboration with Bao. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115134065793370662?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115134065793370662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115134065793370662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115134065793370662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115134065793370662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg-duo.html' title='OMG DUO!'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115073770603741855</id><published>2006-06-20T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:21:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGSONG!</title><content type='html'>Okay... These past two days, I've been recording like crazy. for this website, OMGSONG.net xD Lol. It's a site where people upload their karaokes of anime/basically any song you want to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Other people can vote for you (rate the song/performance) and even comment. It's cool. XD I like recording...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;a href="http://omgsong.net/viewfailure.php?id=162"&gt;here's my omgsong page.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download and vote! the voting is kinda tricky as of this moment. You have to have cookies on and then after downloading, you should refresh the page. This doesn't always work though. I don't know why. But... if you can vote, please vote. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constructive comments are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115073770603741855?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115073770603741855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115073770603741855&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115073770603741855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115073770603741855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/06/omgsong.html' title='OMGSONG!'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115048510110084821</id><published>2006-06-17T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:09:22.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I (insert phone model here), therefore I am</title><content type='html'>Good article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First posted 08:20pm (Mla time) June 16, 2006&lt;br /&gt;By Pepe Diokno&lt;br /&gt;Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELL PHONES HAVE BECOME like extra appendages—for a lot of us, our phones have been part of our bodies since before we even started high school. Back then, we couldn’t get enough of texting, the vibrating alert (admit it), and even Snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infrared came in, and oh my god, we were able to play Snake with each other. (I realize that sounds more off than it should.) We showed off our new operator logos and picture messages; we couldn’t stop composing monotones; we looked out for newspaper ads to see the stuff we could download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given the freedom to personalize our phones. We bought different cases; we put stickers on them, and even those little dangling things. We were so proud of our personalized 5110s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colored screens debuted, then Bluetooth. We were ecstatic swapping stuff and wondering who has what Bluetooth ID. We weren’t just able to play games against one another; we didn’t even have to be facing each other! That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the unthinkable happened—some genius decided to put a camera in our phones! It changed the world. God, it changed the world. It wasn’t just those cool games where you had to chase mosquitos around the room. It wasn’t just the birth of a class of camwh*res.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of people started raising their phones to eye-level, capturing everything they see. It became so easy, and so tempting, for one to document their life. And with this came a new image of “me.” We became our own icons, our own paparazzo’s and stars. We started to see the importance of “me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to separate the Me generation from their cell phones. I think it’s because, together with the Internet, it created the generation. With cell phones came individuality, freedom, importance, connectivity-things that make this peer group what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as cell phones evolve, so does our generation. It seems that we are what we can do with our phones. Within the next few years, we’ll have TV on our mobiles, Internet and video calling. One day we might have movies on our mobiles too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean for our generation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and movies are one of the few things that bring people our age together. I bring my iPod around just to show my friends funny videos. Whole groups huddle around a stereo just to hear a song. They are integral parts of individuality, but music and movies on cell phones is all about sharing them with friends.&lt;br /&gt;You know, it’s one of the great things about our generation—we’ve somehow come to realize that knowing ourselves brings us closer to others. That we can personalize our phones all we want, but still be extremely connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be fun—shelling out thousands just to keep up with things. Or … not. It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk of new cell phone models makes me salivate sometimes. (I’m not talking about Kelly Misa, Nicole Hernandez, and Christina Garcia—they’re Addict models, not cell phone models.) Heck, Engadget.com’s on my Gmail RSS feed. It’s fun to ogle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a problem with all this. We never asked for any of this. We’ve never asked for Spiderman ringtones and wallpapers. We’ve never asked for TV on our phones. What’s happening is that the supply of possibilities creates our demand for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’m saying is, content providers want you to receive their content—they’ll bring it to you no matter what. They’ll make you download and stream their product. You’ll lap it up, put them on your phones and have a ball. It’s never been the other way around. You’ve never been crazy about this Koreannovela before it’s been shown on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As things become more available, we’ll get lost in everything. And when we’re so lost, we’ll realize, “Hey, this isn’t the Me generation anymore.” Cause we’ll realize that we didn’t make our personalities, content providers did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us are victims of this already. I’m talking about people who see themselves in their cell phones, those who attach their being onto the things they buy. Lots of us gets sucked into fads—we buy flip flops just cause they’re cool or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot turn this generation into one that allows companies to construct our personalities for us. That would be too much of an insult on ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with this influx of possibilities we should know how to weed things out. We should never be slaves of “what’s in,” or, “what everyone’s doing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should also learn to separate ourselves from the material symbols of personality—you’re who you are whether you’re naked or clothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lemme put it in simple terms: Girls and boys, you’re not your cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or please, let us not be the cell phone generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it’s “Me,” and not “my cell phone”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was retaking my EEE33 a couple of years ago. The discussion class teacher was Dr. Guevara, the current dean of the College of Engineering at UP Diliman. She always told us, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Do not be slaves of technology. Instead, let technology be your slaves."&lt;/span&gt; Indeed, she let it be her slave. She explained to us that she only checked her cellphone for text messages once a day -- at night, at a certain time. If you sent her an important message and it didn't come on time, then you'll just have to wait the next day for her to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a time when it seemed to be a trent that students used their cellphones for texting even DURING classes. This was the time when the cellphone was coming into full boom, that most people could not live anymore without their cellphones, be it a measly Nokia 5110 or what not. Nowadays a lot of teavhers tolerate it. At least, I've seen a lot of teachers tolerate it, to a certain extent. Nowadays, it seems to be a way of life for most students, even teachers, for people in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm not one of them. I depend on my cellphone a lot. For one thing, it's my timepiece. Prof Caces told us, "Your cellphone is not a watch. Do not give me that excuse if I ever catch you." She had this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I do not want to see a cellphone in my class&lt;/span&gt; policy. If she ever sees a cellphone, she's going to confiscate it and you'll only be able to get it if the owner drops from class or during enrolment of the next semester. You can't give a reason like "I was just checking the time." I got a 2.25 from her, by the way, to think that she's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; famous terror teacher of PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dependence on my cellphone, however, is practically limited to that -- my timepiece -- and practically only when I'm out. At home, if ever I forget to take my phone out from silent, then too bad, urgent messages, wait until I get to read you. There have been times when Mama or Papa was calling me up on my phone and I didn't get to answer. There were also times when I misplace my phone inside the house, and I have to ring it to locate it, which becomes useless sometimes because it's on Silent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am not overly dependent on my cellphone, I am very dependent on my computer. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115048510110084821?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115048510110084821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115048510110084821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115048510110084821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115048510110084821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-insert-phone-model-here-therefore-i.html' title='I (insert phone model here), therefore I am'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115047216998240114</id><published>2006-06-16T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:24:46.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management Lessons.</title><content type='html'>I need to control my anger. So far, all the controlling I've been doing is just refusing to speak to the certain someone I'm angry with to avoid further conflict and/or hurt the person (more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... For some reason, I just feel so angry right now. I was playing Kingdom Hearts II... for about 2 hours... But I haven't had enough fights yet for me to vent my anger on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so angry. I want to thrash something, someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why. I don't know why I'm so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I went with BJ to the QC Hall to eat those orange eggs. The street vendor we wanted wasn't there yet so we sat at the benches while waiting. It rained, and we just sat there, with our umbrellas, with people passing by, staring at us, looking at us as if we're weirdoes. BJ told me again the story of his life -- when he realized he was bi, when and where he had his first sex experience, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, stared at the sky, watching the birds, bats, and the clouds pass by. It was a nice, peaceful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed off with my stylistics teacher. She never let me finish what I was saying. If that's her kind of "stylistics" then damn her and her "stylistics" ... I don't know if I'll learn anything from her. Even if I find it just, I can't imagine why any teacher would allow a student to attend a 90-minute class 85 minutes late. At least, that's what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My professor in my Creative Writing class looked so young. I thought she was a fellow student when she came in, but she had in her hand the classcards. She went on with the usual "introduce yourselves" routine, plus what we like reading, if we write, and  other related stuff to creative writing. I wanted to say that most reading and wrting I do is just with chatting and blogging. Someone else said that about blogging though. It's also good that she's not requiring a blog, unlike the past teacher. who did. I thought I had to give my webby another total make-over. I don't want to, at least at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mailed Jackie's letter. It didn't have a zip code. I wonder if it will reach him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and I talked about some of our teachers, like how this one teacher spoonfeeds us, but another one spoonfeeds us, and chews the food for us, figuratively speaking. Not that I mind so much. That's one less subject to think about so much. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It's just annoying that he doesn't leave space for different interpretations. Like .... in this example on the Benefactor Focus on sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My answer was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The child is for whom the mother killed the chicken in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;He corrected me with this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The child is the person for whom the mother killed the chicken in the kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't understand why my answer is wrong. If someone out there thinks I'm wrong too, please explain to me. I figured that using "whom" would imply already that it's a person... I got pissed off that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I understand now. Ancalime explained to me that "for whom" has to be preceded by a noun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Looking back, it was fairly a normal day, with a nice balance of good ones and bad, why am I so angry now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orc even bought me the promised Chicken McNuggets.&lt;br /&gt;Is it anger? Or depression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I just know right now, it'd be best if I don't talk to anyone tonight. I might end up saying things I don't mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115047216998240114?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115047216998240114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=115047216998240114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115047216998240114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/115047216998240114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/06/anger-management-lessons.html' title='Anger Management Lessons.'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-115016177866952826</id><published>2006-06-13T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:22:58.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school!</title><content type='html'>Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My slothing days have ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-115016177866952826?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/115016177866952826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KTRc9qc0JBo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KTRc9qc0JBo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114982005434037219?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114982005434037219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114982005434037219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114982005434037219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114982005434037219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/06/mrchildren.html' title='Mr.Children!'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114942645015588308</id><published>2006-06-04T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:07:30.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雨</title><content type='html'>for some reason... it's depressing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night it flooded. but not that bad. compared to previous in-house floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still... tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't help my depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114942645015588308?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114942645015588308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114942645015588308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114942645015588308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114942645015588308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_04.html' title='雨'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114929875841750321</id><published>2006-06-03T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T09:39:18.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^;;</title><content type='html'>i feel this discomfort in my heart for some reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114929875841750321?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114929875841750321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114929875841750321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114929875841750321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114929875841750321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='^^;;'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114918051894203721</id><published>2006-06-01T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:48:39.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this smile on my face. my jaws are aching already. I'm going to call him 夢 because this was the sort of allegory I used when I was in confusion between tim and him. the habit, and the dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, he called, and we talked for two hours! two freakin hours! on my cell. and well, to be honest, it didn't feel like 2 hours. it was just like twenty minutes. and when he had to go, i didn't want to put the phone down =/ T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I won't go to the out-of-town trip this saturday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114918051894203721?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114918051894203721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114918051894203721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114918051894203721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114918051894203721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/06/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114895092613407008</id><published>2006-05-30T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:02:07.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XD</title><content type='html'>Drat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I've been saving for an mp3player for months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200Gb Seagate Barracuda Hard Disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheeheee ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes haven't started yet. Why should I get an mp3 player?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in a week or two after classes have started, I could afford the mp3 player.. again. maa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114895092613407008?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114895092613407008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114895092613407008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114895092613407008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114895092613407008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/xd.html' title='XD'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114875015859654117</id><published>2006-05-28T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T01:15:58.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GODDAMNED NEIGHBOR</title><content type='html'>Ok, earlier they were burning something, and then it rained and then all their damned smoke got trapped between the rain and my windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows how sensitive my sense of smell is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the whole room clouds in smoke... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i threw up. it was so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after and now, they're fckn burning RUBBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURNING RUBBER IS AGAINST THE LAW, ISN'T IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if it's not, geezus, think of the children! I know there are KIDS there. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114875015859654117?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114875015859654117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114875015859654117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114875015859654117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114875015859654117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/goddamned-neighbor.html' title='GODDAMNED NEIGHBOR'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114802418842426676</id><published>2006-05-19T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T15:40:50.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 32% Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not miserable, but you could stand to be a lot happier.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on what's right in the world, and you'll be happier than you ever thought possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::|:::&lt;br /&gt;:::|:::&lt;br /&gt;:::|:::&lt;br /&gt;:::|:::&lt;br /&gt;:::|:::&lt;br /&gt;:::|:::&lt;br /&gt;:::|:::&lt;br /&gt;:::|:::&lt;br /&gt;:::|:::&lt;br /&gt;\::|::/&lt;br /&gt;::\|/::&lt;br /&gt;::.|.::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114802418842426676?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114802418842426676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114802418842426676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114802418842426676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114802418842426676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy.html' title='Happy?'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114802185100817687</id><published>2006-05-19T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T14:57:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Galit ako.</title><content type='html'>Oo, galit ako. Naiinis ako sa ilang mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag sinabihan mo ang taong maingay na maingay siya, mali ba iyon? &lt;br /&gt;Kung nakakagulo na sa klase at sinabi mo ito sa kanya, mali ba iyon?&lt;br /&gt;Kung wala ka nang maintindihan sa diskusyon dahil sa kanya at sinabi mo iyon sa kanya, MALI BA IYON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak ng puta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung galit siya sa akin dahil sinabihan ko siyang manahimik at maingay siya, eh di sige! Magalit siya! Galit rin ako! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan na niyang bayaran ang utang niya sa akin sa pasukan. Putang ina. Limandaang piso din iyon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putang ina. Ilang beses siyang nagpa-share-a-load, nagpa-autoload, nagpalibre ng kung anu-ano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta! Naiinis ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa totoo lang... Naa-out of place lang talaga ako ulit. Wala lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114802185100817687?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114802185100817687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114802185100817687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114802185100817687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114802185100817687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/galit-ako.html' title='Galit ako.'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114796561464508673</id><published>2006-05-18T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:20:14.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOps</title><content type='html'>I did it again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114796561464508673?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114796561464508673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114796561464508673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114796561464508673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114796561464508673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/oops.html' title='OOps'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114796233054548654</id><published>2006-05-18T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:25:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighteen</title><content type='html'>you know how we used to go on and off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break up, make up, break up, make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;it was silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that the last time we broke up was today, a couple of years ago?&lt;br /&gt;so long ago, but I can still rememeber when it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final breakup ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes before my 18th birthday ended. The 18th of May 2002. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of my 18th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but How can I forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114796233054548654?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114796233054548654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114796233054548654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114796233054548654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114796233054548654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/eighteen.html' title='Eighteen'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114788261865127851</id><published>2006-05-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:16:58.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HWAHWAHWA</title><content type='html'>OMG i'm 22 !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnXD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114788261865127851?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114788261865127851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114788261865127851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114788261865127851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114788261865127851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/hwahwahwa.html' title='HWAHWAHWA'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114787801643695527</id><published>2006-05-17T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:50:31.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gawd!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wzMJ_RdgHg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wzMJ_RdgHg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SFA16yYe1DA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SFA16yYe1DA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114787801643695527?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114787801643695527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114787801643695527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114787801643695527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114787801643695527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/gawd.html' title='Gawd!!!'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114787107685516429</id><published>2006-05-17T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:04:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gayluv</title><content type='html'>Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my friend asked me to meet his new boyfriend. Yes folks. No typo there. As pretty open-minded as I am, I'm fine seeing male-male couples  together. What I can't stand is seeing them slobbering all over each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... they weren't really slobbering... just... a peck here n there every now n then, while cuddling with each other. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular friend is probably mad at me now too. I told him to shut up because he was so freakin noisy. He had a side comment for everything the teacher and the reporter said. I just got fed up. If he can concentrate on learning while being like that, I can't. The report couildn't move on properl ybecause he always had something to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just.... annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know. I get pretty depressed and bitchy even if I'm like genki genki n stuff.... but... blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't buy my mp3 player yet. Lori sorta won't allow me. So we'll be going around probably at Gilmore to check out stuff.                                                                                                       I agree with her anywa y. If it's 10,000 at SM, then somewhere, it's way cheaper. Probably up to 7k cheaper? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,........... we'll know if we look, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHEDULE UNTIL MAY 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18 - Eat out at Red Ribbon xD&lt;br /&gt;May 19 - PE Final Exam *dies*&lt;br /&gt;May 20-21 - Do Paper for Soc Sci 2, Study for exam&lt;br /&gt;May 22 - Soc Sci 2 2nd exam&lt;br /&gt;May 23 - Do Papers for Fil 50&lt;br /&gt;May 24 - Pass Papers&lt;br /&gt;May 25 ... Hmm.. go out? Have fun? Enjoy life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114787107685516429?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114787107685516429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114787107685516429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114787107685516429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114787107685516429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/gayluv_17.html' title='Gayluv'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114779102162890490</id><published>2006-05-16T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:50:21.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>I ACCIDENTALLY STABBED MYSELF WITH MY PEN. AND IT ACTUALLY WENT INSIDE MY THUMB FINGER. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S BLUE INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd&lt;br /&gt;oomg i almost forgot to do my late paper. haw haw haw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep is so nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114779102162890490?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114779102162890490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114779102162890490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114779102162890490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114779102162890490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114773807013511673</id><published>2006-05-16T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T08:07:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books!</title><content type='html'>I bought 6 books yesterday from a prof. ... Charlene Fernandez. She teachers Creative Writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cat Who Could Read Backwards by Lilian Jackson Braun&lt;br /&gt;The Little Prince complete and unabridged by Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;Philippine PEN Anthology of Short Stories 1962&lt;br /&gt;Complete Idiot's Guide to Creative Writing&lt;br /&gt;Writer's Notebook&lt;br /&gt;and this Literature book or poems, short stories, and plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember the titles of the 5th and 6th books because I resold them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know how much I got them? only PhP200! It was originally 5 books for 200, but I saw another one and got it too, so it should've been 250. But I haggled, and got it for just 200. XD And then I sold the Writers notebook and that other book (which was like 2 and a half inches thick) for 100. So it looks like I got 4 books for only 100. That's ... 25 per book! It's CHEAP! I mean, considering... I can't get them from BookSale at that low price. The Idiot's Guide series is always about 200+ and I got this one for 25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I bought them not because I really want them but because I could get them cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114773807013511673?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114773807013511673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114773807013511673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114773807013511673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114773807013511673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/books.html' title='Books!'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114760220535447131</id><published>2006-05-14T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:42:35.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>おわった！</title><content type='html'>Finally! Fixed the pages. Now the website is 100% Functional... but not really complete. Ehehe.. there are still some spaces I have to fill, but I'm too lazy at the moment. It's gonna be obsolete by the time I update, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't fix the blogger-generated gap on the blog page, so I just filled it with the recent posts links. EHhehehehe... Ingenius! Hwhwahwahwa I'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are anymore suggestions, please check the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About Mi&lt;/span&gt; page for contact details. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a guestbook?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114760220535447131?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114760220535447131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114760220535447131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114760220535447131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114760220535447131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='おわった！'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114725357158151640</id><published>2006-05-10T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T17:32:51.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ROFLMAO</title><content type='html'>I made a chan on Rizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#roflmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's unoriginal.&lt;br /&gt;Someone on DALnet made one and i thought, hey why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blarrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114725357158151640?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114725357158151640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114725357158151640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114725357158151640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114725357158151640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/roflmao.html' title='#ROFLMAO'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114710175785030809</id><published>2006-05-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:22:37.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>Still haven't fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on it when I'm not free. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying for my Soc Sci II midterms... but noooO~ooOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored and started trying to fix this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/ I really don't get what's wrong. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll fix this sooon! Promise! I'll do it during what's left of my summer break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114710175785030809?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114710175785030809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114710175785030809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114710175785030809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114710175785030809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/05/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114640356086549911</id><published>2006-04-30T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:12:52.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mana Replenished!</title><content type='html'>I've been watching this anime, Fate - Stay Night, and.. well, it's good. I like the story. King Arthur became a woman! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, some things happened and I cried my eyes out, something I haven't done for a while now. After crying, i thought, "Ah.. that was a good cry." But of course, I still felt miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo... ANyway, yesterday, i gave John a couple of quotes... quotes on friendship, love, inspirational... well, he pasted this to me this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. &lt;br /&gt;If you don't ask, the answer is always no. &lt;br /&gt;If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place. &lt;br /&gt;Take risks for life goes on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from a forward, I think. Forward or from my subscription on my cellphone for quotes. I thought it was good so I saved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a bunch of quotes, but I realized... I may find them good, but I never really ... followed the advices, and what not. I've been wasting them all along. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, why is the title "Mana Replenished" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In FSN (Fate Stay Night) there are slaves and they've need Mana to exist, to have strength, plus they've got these sort of secret attacks, the Noble Phantasm, which uses a LOT of Mana. Almost all of what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I used up all my Mana yesterday, but tonight, I've recharged a bit. So I had the courage to try again. I just couldn't bear the thought that I'd leave it just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, with my Mana replenished, I tried again. And I defeated my enemy! Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yatta~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is the lyrics of one of the songs I've been listening to a lot lately. This is the song that was written for the World Expo in Japan last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Sung by: DAHLIA&lt;br /&gt;Composed by: YOSHIKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love&lt;br /&gt;Anata e no ai o chigau&lt;br /&gt;Afureteku omoi o&lt;br /&gt;Ashita mo utau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuanya mayoi ni kokoro ga yureru&lt;br /&gt;Akirame kaketa toki ni&lt;br /&gt;Soredemo mae ni mukatte susumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono tsuyosa omotte&lt;br /&gt;Tadori tsukeruyo, shinjireba kitto&lt;br /&gt;Yume to ai ga tomo ni ikiru&lt;br /&gt;Sono sekai e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love&lt;br /&gt;Kono ai ga&lt;br /&gt;Asu o terashiteru&lt;br /&gt;Aruite iku kono michi ni&lt;br /&gt;Hikari ga sasu&lt;br /&gt;Let me see your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namida de kokoro o nurashite kiita ne&lt;br /&gt;Sonna omoi o kako ni sutete&lt;br /&gt;Shinatte ita kimochi o sagasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;Soba de furikaerazu ni irareruyou ni&lt;br /&gt;Aino imi o omoida shite ikuyou ni mou ichido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love&lt;br /&gt;Kokoro ga&lt;br /&gt;Anata e no ai o chigau&lt;br /&gt;Afureteku omoi o&lt;br /&gt;Ashita mo utau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinjireba&lt;br /&gt;Kono sekai ni&lt;br /&gt;Afureru ai ni&lt;br /&gt;Kokoro no tsuyosa o&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love&lt;br /&gt;Kono ai ga&lt;br /&gt;Asu o terashiteru&lt;br /&gt;Aruite iku kono michi ni&lt;br /&gt;Hikari ga sasu&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love&lt;br /&gt;Kokoro ga&lt;br /&gt;Anata e no ai o chigau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoken:&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by&lt;br /&gt;And life will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;But don't let your dream fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your pain take over the sky&lt;br /&gt;Because there is a tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114640356086549911?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114640356086549911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114640356086549911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114640356086549911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114640356086549911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/04/mana-replenished.html' title='Mana Replenished!'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114631003225891615</id><published>2006-04-29T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:27:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected</title><content type='html'>.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114631003225891615?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114631003225891615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114631003225891615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114631003225891615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114631003225891615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/04/rejected.html' title='Rejected'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114605984509398239</id><published>2006-04-26T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:57:25.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/o\</title><content type='html'>What the heck am I doing =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I wouldn't initiate conversations with him for a while... because he said he's busy! and he's got a deadline! I just don't want to be in the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he wants to go ... waste his time doing other things, instead of doing his work, then it's up to him. As long as I know I wasn't the cause of him getting delayed or something. I wouldn't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aa~ah &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it one bit! He keeps saying stuff like he'll always be there for me, he'll never leave me, and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114605984509398239?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114605984509398239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114605984509398239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114605984509398239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114605984509398239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/04/o.html' title='/o\'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114572437774105816</id><published>2006-04-23T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T00:46:17.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly, i feel so alone</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the dogs ate one of the rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;It was disgusting. Billy had this smug smile on his face while rabbit fur was all over his face... Milly was walking around with a piece of meat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't face the dogs. I hate them at the moment. ... i had to cook dinner...and there was white fur everywhere... i was disgusted and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ...  alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, I'm all alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114572437774105816?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114572437774105816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114572437774105816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114572437774105816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114572437774105816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/04/suddenly-i-feel-so-alone.html' title='suddenly, i feel so alone'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114561720665692545</id><published>2006-04-21T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:00:06.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T____________T</title><content type='html'>The dogs ate a rabbit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114561720665692545?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114561720665692545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114561720665692545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114561720665692545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114561720665692545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/04/tt.html' title='T____________T'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114557707148622768</id><published>2006-04-21T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:51:11.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do, So little time</title><content type='html'>Yes, I still haven't fixed my homepage. I was too lazy last week, and now I'm too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Training is ... well, tiring. But I noticed that I wasn't really THAT sore after the second day than on the first day. Too bad we don't have PE until Tuesday next week because our Prof, Ms Louella Caces, is going to a seminar somewhere. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shoulders ache. arms not much anymore. so do my legs. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maki graduated Magna Cum Laude for BS CoE... amazing isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an electronic keyboard. It's Eelai's, my bro's girlfriend. Fiancee? I think. I think they're planning to get married. I'm doing the finger exercises. I'm also learning to play The Last Song by X Japan. So far, it's quite easy... i haven't reached the harder parts yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's someone special to me right now. I don't know why or how it came to be. I thought my formula for feeling this way was get to know the person then have common ground then fall. But now ... I don't know. It just happened. It pains me to see him aching inside. I hurt him last night... Because I wasn't thinking. I said the wrong things. I thought he would get mad at me. I thought ... I thought he'd hate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start avoiding him before.. before I say something wrong again. Before I completely fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although... I think I'm just being weak. 天ちゃん was gone for a long time. ... but he's back. and now I'm confused as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do my daily exercises right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to save up enough money for my mp3player which I wish I could buy now so I could record lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I say good night to him, I want him to say, "Don't go yet. Let's talk some more." I wish he would feel a slight bit sad because I'm going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... I'm special to him, he said, but my specialness(???) for him is different from his specialness to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~___~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114557707148622768?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114557707148622768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114557707148622768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114557707148622768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114557707148622768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do, So little time'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114490177337689569</id><published>2006-04-13T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T12:16:15.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>yu said something earlier that sorta undepressed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me laugh. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks yu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114490177337689569?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114490177337689569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114490177337689569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114490177337689569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114490177337689569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/04/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114459554568530342</id><published>2006-04-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:12:25.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>When he started bringing up the past, I wanted to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop bringing up the past! It's all over!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I never loved you at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These events being about 4 years ago, i don't remember them.... or rather, I'm blocking them from emerging. He mentioned some things, and I realized. .. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yes, we did that. ... Yes, it was like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's all in the past. ... It's all in the past!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming it in my mind right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all good. He's acting very mature about it. I'm just afraid he'll say more things that will make me remember the things that I don't want to recall, to know... to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... Running away from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away from the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i'm good at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/emo]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114459554568530342?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114459554568530342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114459554568530342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114459554568530342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114459554568530342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/04/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114431541173506500</id><published>2006-04-06T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T17:23:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice age 2</title><content type='html'>:) funny movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... avo's planning an out-of-town (hopefully) get-together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent a lot yesterday ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes a chunk of my mp3 money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost may, and I still haven't decided what player to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114431541173506500?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114431541173506500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114431541173506500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114431541173506500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114431541173506500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/04/ice-age-2.html' title='ice age 2'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114389217881679811</id><published>2006-04-01T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T19:49:39.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the downtime</title><content type='html'>I GOT RAPED UNCONSCIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bandwidth was raped to death, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked and my bw usage was almost 5gb lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be putting western/local songs anymore on the radio. and I removed myself from the radio.blog thing. gawd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to my bestest friends, Loraine, Sarah, and Sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job well done, you guys! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa iba pang gagraduate! Congrats din! Actually, hindi ko alam kung sinu-sino ang mga magtatapos ngayong taon. Ang dami niyo kasi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 days to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called up biggie, but it led to his voice box. so I didn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I called up Meg too. Last tuesday. she's doing fine. she's already working. work related to her course. and she's going to graduate this december. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda cool. Whenever I call her up, she always says "Sino 'to?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe she's got a lot of filipino friends tehre too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114389217881679811?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114389217881679811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114389217881679811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114389217881679811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114389217881679811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/04/sorry-for-downtime.html' title='Sorry for the downtime'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114356402003009060</id><published>2006-03-28T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:40:20.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exempted!</title><content type='html'>^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got exempted from EDRE 146. I thought I wouldn't. I only got a 3.00 for my midterm lol. because I was so careless. For the group report, we only got 75.75%. That's 2.25 .. That means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__^ I got a HIGH grade in my paper! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good! ehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114356402003009060?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114356402003009060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114356402003009060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114356402003009060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114356402003009060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/03/exempted.html' title='Exempted!'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114343544144641247</id><published>2006-03-27T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:57:21.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i so feel out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 days to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114343544144641247?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114343544144641247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114343544144641247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114343544144641247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114343544144641247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_27.html' title='...'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114338975874915824</id><published>2006-03-27T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:15:58.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Girl</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I bought a callcard. which caused me a lot of embarrassment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, I bought coconuts. i first said two then realized i spent the coconut money for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said just one coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, mr. coconut man didn't hear me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up not being able to pay it full. I said I'll just come back and pay what's left. i owed P9.00 .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back 3 days later. They didn't remember me. i never paid back the P9.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And .. so. I still haven't used the call card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel............................. empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ............................ blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes from &lt;a href="http://www.classicreader.com/read.php/sid.6/bookid.264/"&gt;Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no good on earth; and sin is but a name. Come, devil; for to thee is this world given."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Evil is the nature of mankind. Evil must be your only happiness. Welcome again, my children, to the communion of your race."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Darkness by Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Man is inherently evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114338975874915824?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114338975874915824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114338975874915824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114338975874915824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114338975874915824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupid-girl.html' title='Stupid Girl'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5219737.post-114338876600509102</id><published>2006-03-26T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:59:26.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah edition</title><content type='html'>blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not afraid to love. I'm just afraid of not being loved in return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5219737-114338876600509102?l=mishimiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/feeds/114338876600509102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5219737&amp;postID=114338876600509102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114338876600509102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5219737/posts/default/114338876600509102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishimiao.blogspot.com/2006/03/blah-edition.html' title='blah edition'/><author><name>Mi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://asia.geocities.com/crabsociety/mi-ava.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
