<?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-6095679507169126950</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:20:05.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my_haven</title><subtitle type='html'>shelter of my thoughts, serendipity and prayers</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-1013684494639592912</id><published>2007-08-29T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:01:26.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in mood to read and be updated so web-search is great. i browse bulletin, phil. star and inquirer online even pep for entertainment news. and because i so heart candymag before i did checked it out too. i'm blogging this because i took their weekly quiz and its: how hard do you fall? well, based on my answer this is their interpretation:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Scaredy-Cat. Past experiences and horror stories from friends leave you too scared to fall in love. Burst out of your cocoon and take the risk! Who knows? Your happy ending may just be waiting to happen.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself agreeing. why? back in college some of my friends shared their stories about their bf , how intimate  they were [as in detailed where below 18 are not allowed to hear] how bad it ended and how they really suffered from it. after all my friend had given to the guy;he doesn't give her some respect that is due for her even for the sake of not being branded as a kiss and tell guy. and swear even i  thought that what he felt for my friend was real. from then i realized you'll never really know how true the guy with his intention. alright giving some benefit of doubt because i also know that there is also nice guy a true gentleman but sometimes can't help become a jerk because he saw someone else he loves more than his present relationship that he once thought she could be the one for her the rest of his life, how about that?  still negative huh...we'll see i definitely want to have a family of my own and it start with having a relationship. the sad part i am not getting any younger...tsk..tsk..tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-1013684494639592912?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1013684494639592912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=1013684494639592912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/1013684494639592912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/1013684494639592912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-in-mood-to-read-and-be-updated-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-4971527705483012606</id><published>2007-08-28T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T03:11:02.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i added new links of somebody work in call center. i check on their blogs and its really cool since i like to know more about call center and somehow be familiarize because  i got a plan of working there in the future, hopefully. hate saying "got a plan." Most often than not my plans didn't get materialize  so i stop planning. But everything start with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 42px; height: 34px;" src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w66/aeshafloyd/4_12_12.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-4971527705483012606?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4971527705483012606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=4971527705483012606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/4971527705483012606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/4971527705483012606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-added-new-links-who-work-in-call.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-2111504260029319057</id><published>2007-08-20T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T04:42:07.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;improving communication 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; *&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Focus&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I admit that&lt;span style=""&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s hard for me to have a hundred % focus when listening to someone. My mind goes to somewhere else when I got bored especially when it&lt;span style=""&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s too detailed and I already heard what I wanted to hear. Most often when I&lt;span style=""&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;m in that situation I pretend listening but I learn later that I was not a good actress in a pretending role. One time the person I&lt;span style=""&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;m talking to unfortunately noticed that and it became an issue to raise against me when we had a fight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One of the worst embarrassments one can get into is when you misunderstood a person because you did not listen to him well and because of that you tell a totally different story. It became a little controversial because of some speculation you make to it believable enough [what a sewer mind!] eew but that happens to me, before. Haaay, needless to say I got few little troubles about that. Good thing it did not became a warlike thing since I have known as quite, kind and good person, ehe. They just let it passed. Whew! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-2111504260029319057?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2111504260029319057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=2111504260029319057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2111504260029319057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2111504260029319057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/08/improving-communication-4-focus-i-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-7849463255732651530</id><published>2007-08-20T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T04:08:18.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blog hopping again, I stumbled upon the blog of someone named ELAY. So what’s big deal about it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why I’m making fuss over it.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I thought that name is unique and only my sis is using it as n-name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I checked out on it [who knows she might have been my sis] and she is up graduate. Definitely not my sis. But still curious about her so I read some of her entry and at some moment I became confused again. She made an entry about her sis blog who greet her happy b-day and a message.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me quote it:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia Ref&amp;quot;;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;…we are the two sides of the same coin, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;she's in the north pole, i enjoy being in the south.&lt;/span&gt; we're oil and water, in simple words: we can't be together.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia Ref&amp;quot;;"&gt;"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well believe it or not the highlighted words were the same message I gave my sis in her friendster.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other elay who owns the blog celebrate her b-day on May 29 while my sis elay celebrate it every 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; of the same month. Her sis is older than her [she called her ate] and I’m older than my sis [her &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia Ref&amp;quot;;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;ate&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia Ref&amp;quot;;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe the name elay isn’t unique…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe it’s just coincidence that the older sis of elays&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia Ref&amp;quot;;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; has the same thought and using the same words…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That there’s 2 elay celebrating their b-day on the same month and one of them is just a week ahead. [odd pero kakatuwa]&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/6095679507169126950-7849463255732651530?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7849463255732651530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=7849463255732651530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/7849463255732651530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/7849463255732651530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-hopping-again-i-stumbled-upon-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-7704026702720346575</id><published>2007-08-19T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T05:23:21.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Improving communication 3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To improve communication skills one has to have high self esteem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;“…one has to feel good about him and the role he performed in life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When you feel good about yourself you exude a positive feeling for others. Thus, people around you will be more responsive to what you say. So this is what to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Make a point of appreciating yourself for you are and not just what you can do. How? Be willing to accept praise from people around you and be kinder to yourself when things do not workout.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Haaay… sometimes you know what to do and how to get things done but when you start doing it you suddenly forgot everything because your nerves get into you and from just mist in your brain it became a fog. Then you feel crap and all the single optimism you’ve got for yourself is vanished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-7704026702720346575?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7704026702720346575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=7704026702720346575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/7704026702720346575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/7704026702720346575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/08/improving-communication-3-to-improve.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-15141882911415615</id><published>2007-08-16T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T05:29:04.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Improving communication-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cont. article says,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; To communicate more impact you must be congruent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Make a point of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsP8rlUrQqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kFbIXHM_Lmo/s1600-h/tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsP8rlUrQqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kFbIXHM_Lmo/s200/tv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;always doing what you say you will and find ways of aligning what you want in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; It is easy to have goals, plans or even dreams but you know as people, I tend to be lazy and with a lot of interruptions like doing unimportant things and not in connection with the plans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I lack follow through and sometimes I’m not noticing it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all I can always catch up some other day. By putting it off until another day and neglecting to use what I have learned my plans didn’t push through, goals is hard to achieve and my dreams becomes vague.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQbb1UrQ2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QyQAv_ZqJGE/s1600-h/vsh0252l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQbb1UrQ2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QyQAv_ZqJGE/s200/vsh0252l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And as for me communicating to others is hard to do since I need to share something good about life and my own life and I couldn’t share any not because I don’t like but because I’m not in good position to talk about it. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the life that God has gave me and how he makes it good with the help of my family. To make it clearer I’m very much dependent to them financially and emotionally.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My world revolves around them for the past years and will still be the same but I want to expand more so I can share something too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-15141882911415615?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/15141882911415615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=15141882911415615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/15141882911415615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/15141882911415615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/08/improving-communication-2-cont.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsP8rlUrQqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kFbIXHM_Lmo/s72-c/tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-8472491678596879458</id><published>2007-08-09T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T05:30:42.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="margin-left: 27.05pt; line-height: 14.4pt; margin-right: 0.5in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one of the nice things about blog hopping you stumble upon fantastic ideas, great things, wonderful stories,  and good writings like this one.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-left: 27.05pt; line-height: 14.4pt; margin-right: 0.5in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things  learned from inter gender friendships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y  Mariel G. Calalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU contributor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-left: 22.5pt; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE PREM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ISE of this article lies on the principle that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sometimes, loving a person doesn't mean it has to be romantic and loving a person for the rest of your life doesn't mean you have to end up marrying them. Can a man and a wom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an just be friends? I'd say yes and they should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-left: 27.05pt; line-height: 14.4pt; margin-right: 0.5in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi  dahil kinaibigan ka, liligawan ka na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not every guy who befriends you has an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQchFUrQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/UjZ8svOKdPY/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQchFUrQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/UjZ8svOKdPY/s200/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ulterior motive. Get over yourself. Don't flatter yourself. There is a reason why he befriended you, but don't automatically assume that it's because he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; wants to be your so-called boyfriend. If this will be the principle you'll follow every time someone asks you to be his friend, you're gonna miss a gre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at deal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;di  dahil mabait sa iyo, nililigawan ka na.&lt;/span&gt; There are people who are naturally sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQgiVUrQ7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/C_YJqEklu8w/s1600-h/nee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQgiVUrQ7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/C_YJqEklu8w/s200/nee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and kind. There are people who are innately good and no matter how wicked you seem, they just find it so easy to be kind to you. It doesn't mean he is courting you. Don't put yourself through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nneces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sary stress trying to figure out if he's courting you or not. Because I think if he is, you won't have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; guess, y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou'll know and you'll be very certain about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-left: 27.05pt; line-height: 14.4pt; margin-right: 0.5in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi  dahil he talks to you a lot, he loves you na.&lt;/span&gt; You don't befriend a person if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQct1UrQ4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/8AcskbNQZYw/s1600-h/dating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQct1UrQ4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/8AcskbNQZYw/s200/dating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;absolutely abhor him, right? Chances are you m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ake sense when he talks to yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u, or you're probably very patient listening to him. The two of you probably connect on some level but why does it always have to be assumed to be romantic? Being two intelligent, mature human &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beings, you need to accept that it's nice to share a cup of coffee over a stimulating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;conversation, and that you don't have to automatically put romantic connotation to it. Relieve yourself of the pressure. It's just coffee and a shared interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hindi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dahil cute ang friend mo, crush/love mo na siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is the most amusing thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQhH1UrQ8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/apClm-IOFp4/s1600-h/imagescute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQhH1UrQ8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/apClm-IOFp4/s200/imagescute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that hit me lately. People always assume that because your friend is cute or should I say, hot (because cute is a word you describe your high school crush while hot is a word you use to describe a hunk), "lakas amats mo na for repapips!" Let me just say this, at least from my own personal experience, I'm just nearsighted, I haven't gone blind. I can still appreciate God's creation! However, there will always be weird things, crazy things, stupid things that will keep you, believe me, from having a crush on him. First of all, you'd know his history with women, enough to judge what's good for you. Second, don't you just hate it when a guy who's absolutely always put together, who looks intelligent enough pronounces the word country as "kawntri" and the word mango as "meynggo." Call me crazy for judging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a person just because he can't pronounce these words right. I admit, I'm crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-left: 27.05pt; line-height: 14.4pt; margin-right: 0.5in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi  dahil you hang out with each other most of the time, you'd end up being  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQdBVUrQ5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/B_-TNZoIGrE/s1600-h/se.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQdBVUrQ5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/B_-TNZoIGrE/s200/se.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriend-girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt; Self-explanatory... There are a thousand, no million different reasons why things don't always turn out that way. There is no one proven formula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-left: 27.05pt; line-height: 14.4pt; margin-right: 0.5in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A  dinner with a guy friend does not necessarily mean equate to a  date.&lt;/span&gt; Especially if you're paying for your share no! Hello? Three things to consider: the place, the topic and how the two of you actually planned to meet. First, how it was planned. If it were a date expect that he would ask you out at least three days before the actual date to give you some lead time, to give you the notion that you are not just a filler on his schedule. Second, the place. If it were a real date, the both of you would want real food and a place where you could really talk things through. Don't go out with a guy to a movie on Friday night if you're really serious about him. Going to a movie is more like treating him like a "filler" just because you had nothing to do on a Friday night so you might as well go out. Topic. Ha! You wouldn't be talking about chikang artista, chikang opisina or argue if the one girl's boobs are real or not. You would be probably talking about sensible, quite personal stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I  conclude that platonic relationships are never complicated; people just have tendencies to complicate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;what you think?  thanks to angela for sharing this. sorry for copying  without permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-8472491678596879458?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8472491678596879458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=8472491678596879458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8472491678596879458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8472491678596879458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-of-nice-things-about-blog-hopping.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQchFUrQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/UjZ8svOKdPY/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-2426546489365149276</id><published>2007-08-09T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:14:14.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i put a visitor counter here in my blog but it started @ 0 and i don't know how to change it to show my real vitals. other counter can do that you just have to indicate at what no. you'll start to count and this one doesn't have. anyway i just make an entry about this to remind me the date i started  having a counter. so by simple arithmetic i'll know the exact figure who spotted or visited this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-2426546489365149276?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2426546489365149276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=2426546489365149276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2426546489365149276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2426546489365149276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-put-visitor-counter-here-in-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-8975604177080726705</id><published>2007-08-06T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T05:35:31.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;improving communication 1&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I feel awful with the status I have right now.  I lack self confidence that result to a feeling of self &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQQx1UrQzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gc_nwuuOOgw/s1600-h/aloof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQQx1UrQzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gc_nwuuOOgw/s200/aloof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;consciousness. I hate it.  If I will compare myself to any other people  I  know, I see that I’m pretty good than them but come to think of it I could say that they have better living.  I accept that fact but it's not about accepting, I have to do something. But it’s hard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lately I’ve been d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;evoting my time reading about improving my communication skills and how it will help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its good thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng that we got hook up so I’m able to have unlimited access to i-net, I have found articles that are worth reading and I’d like to share it here with my thoughts about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One says [I forgot what site I found this]&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;“Every successful man and woman deals effectively with the constant pressure and demands of modern life.  You need to learn the same.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;efore, I hate to be on pressure. I totally think its negative but I’ve realize there’s good on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess its me whose negative about it because I don’t know how to handle it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is my thought about it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;“There are 2 kinds of pressure: good &amp; bad.  Good pressure serves as an adrenaline that will make you do things and push you to go beyond your limit. On the other side, if you let the pressure put you down; it will make you invalid to your possible potentials.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It sucks!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wondering why I know because I am there and trying to get up and its hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought I was already mature enough but I was wrong. The fact that I’m too sensitive and it is hard for me to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQRvlUrQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lEcYSdSuzIk/s1600-h/sensitive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQRvlUrQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lEcYSdSuzIk/s200/sensitive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;negative comments proves that I’m not. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The reason why I hate to be rejected which leads to not even try anything and play safe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now you know why it is hard for me to go out into my comfort zone thus trying to be good on things that underrate my potential capabilities. Tough huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For those who is in the same field as I do there’s an advice from the same article which I promise to do. “Make a point of managing your attitude &amp;amp; emotions.” How? I Still figuring out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are still more important points to remember to improve our communication skills and promise to write it here with my thoughts about it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-8975604177080726705?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8975604177080726705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=8975604177080726705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8975604177080726705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8975604177080726705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/08/improving-communication-1-sometimes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RsQQx1UrQzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gc_nwuuOOgw/s72-c/aloof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-5075312803081757296</id><published>2007-07-29T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:10:00.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Information&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from blog hopping someone make an entry about this and where to find the site, so i tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-5075312803081757296?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5075312803081757296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=5075312803081757296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/5075312803081757296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/5075312803081757296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/07/disorder-rating-paranoid-low-schizoid.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-4790248885629954321</id><published>2007-07-25T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T05:41:18.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rq1Xk_phu8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4Z2LqXEr5zQ/s1600-h/IMG_0716edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rq1Xk_phu8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4Z2LqXEr5zQ/s200/IMG_0716edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rqgbcfphu7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/nYzS7VbjmiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0717edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rqgbcfphu7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/nYzS7VbjmiQ/s200/IMG_0717edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the photos were taken in my nanay's garden...&lt;br /&gt;she is known as having a green thumb and this is proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rqgbcfphu7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/nYzS7VbjmiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0717edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-4790248885629954321?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4790248885629954321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=4790248885629954321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/4790248885629954321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/4790248885629954321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-lose-opportunity-of-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rq1Xk_phu8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4Z2LqXEr5zQ/s72-c/IMG_0716edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-3939845874068210606</id><published>2007-07-08T04:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:52:09.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i put wrong entry here, a video clip of grey's anatomy.  it's supposed to be in another blog.  i decided to delete it but i don't want an empty space  just like what happen to my entry after this,  i deleted it.  now its blank and looks like there's a missing entry there. its a pics uploaded to a widget giving  it a new look. so now, i edited this by deleting the html of the videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-3939845874068210606?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-1916665446375173974</id><published>2007-07-08T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:21:44.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RpCmuxJX3eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fh5bBpAZGxU/s1600-h/oldman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RpCmuxJX3eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fh5bBpAZGxU/s200/oldman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084747301698133474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The elderly usually don't have regrets for what they did, but rather for things they did not do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big sis brings some fortune cookies (taste like pancakes) when you crack it there's fortune (freebies from chowking) or priceless quotation. just like what you have read. some thoughts to ponder and it's indeed precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-1916665446375173974?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1916665446375173974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=1916665446375173974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/1916665446375173974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/1916665446375173974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/07/elderly-usually-dont-have-regrets-for.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RpCmuxJX3eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fh5bBpAZGxU/s72-c/oldman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-2104936304098479765</id><published>2007-07-03T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T04:04:20.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have created another blog for my favorite videos like now i'm currently addicted to grey's anatomy. someone uploaded the videos in full clips of every episode of season 3 in youtube. so thanks to mcdreamyslady for all the clips. i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-2104936304098479765?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2104936304098479765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=2104936304098479765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2104936304098479765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2104936304098479765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-created-another-blog-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-2894812877115466982</id><published>2007-07-02T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T05:25:17.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Tree (Full Episode Clip 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/sFe5PvastEo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/sFe5PvastEo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-2894812877115466982?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-7814553520731204171</id><published>2007-06-24T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:23:01.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my religion episode of grey's anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/b02Rq7XEja0" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/b02Rq7XEja0" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ALEX: "I went to college on a restless scholarship I play baseball some basketball but you know we go football-"&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "What the hell is football have to do with who cut the LVAT bad wires? "&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: [to Richard] "Let's say you were drafted to a team that wasn’t your first pick. You know, you don't like the players. You hate the way they play the game. You even think the quarterback is full of crap. The quarterback's a pain in the ass you don't owe a damn thing to. But, it's your team. You don't quit. You don't talk to the press. You don't bitch to the coach. You just... you go out there on Sunday and you make the blocks and you take the hits and you play to win. You show up and you suit up and you play, because it's your freaking team."&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "I know your type. You're a surgical junkie."&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: "Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "I'm just saying, it's not going to be easy for you to be away from the O.R. that long."&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: "No sir."&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "And if you want to get back to the O.R., you're gonna tell me what I need to know."&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: [pauses] "You're right, it's not easy for me to be away from the O.R. And it's not easy for me to sit in front of you, or any other authority figure for that matter, and not be able to give you the exact answer that you want to hear. I'm the one with the answers. I've always been the one with the answers. But right now, sir, I don't have any."&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: "How do you keep your edge, sir? Because I've watched you and you've been doing this a long time and you're clean, you're focused, you are the job. Nothing gets to you. And the thing is sir, I was like that, until I got here. Until I actually started doing this job and now everything is... is fuzzy and-"&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "That’s beside the point."&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: "No, you see sir, this is the point. Because I can't tell you. I can't tell you what happened in that room. And before, I could have. No guilt, no loyalties, no problem. Before, before I wouldn't have even been in that room. I wouldn't have gotten involved. I would have never frozen in surgery. I would have told him what I thought he should do. I had an edge sir. I had an edge and I've lost it, and I need it. I need it back. So, if you could just tell me, how you keep yours and how not to be affected, I know I could be a great surgeon. So if you could just give me the answers, I would really appreciate it."&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "You're excused, Dr. Yang."&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: "But-"&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "You're excused. "&lt;br /&gt;CRISTINA: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you who cut the LVAT wires if you'll please-"&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "No you won't, I don't wanna know. Not from you. Yeah, I have the answers, but I can't tell them to you. I'm not going to be responsible for you becoming less human."&lt;br /&gt;IZZIE: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"I'm a pretty girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;IZZIE: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"I'm not being arrogant, it's just, it's just kind of a fact. For a long time I made a career from my looks, so I get it, I'm a pretty girl. And not in a 'from a certain angle' way, in an obvious way. It’s the blonde thing and the big boobs thing. Big boobs are a key to 'obvious pretty' if you know what I'm saying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "Dr. Stevens-"&lt;br /&gt;IZZIE: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"It's how men see me. I'm not a smart girl or an interesting girl, I'm a pretty girl. The blonde and the boobs, it confuses guys into thinking I'm someone else. And I'm used to it. And I'm used to them walking away when they realize… But then Denny goes and asks me to marry him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "Is that why you cut the wires?"&lt;br /&gt;IZZIE: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"He doesn't make me feel like I'm a pretty girl. He makes me feel like… like me. I think he might know me. And so, if I did cut the LVAT wire, and I'm not saying that I did, but if I did, then no. I don't feel guilty. I know that I should. I would if it were anybody else's. But I can't feel anything but happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE: [to Richard] "Aren't you gonna say anything or ... I'm not gonna break... I'm starting to get a little freaked out, but I'm not gonna break. It's not because I don't care, because I do care what you think about me, I do. Care. I just can't tell you want you wanna hear. Which seems to be a theme in my life right now. Just because you can't say something doesn't mean you don't want to. You can want to very much. You can be with a person and be happy with them and not love them. And you can love somebody and not want to be with them. You don't need to love someone to want them. Now that's frustrating, when what your brain tells you you want and what you actually want don't match up. It's exhausting. And, well, its complicated. But that's life. And life... sucks."&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: "I've known you for a long time. I know your mother and father. And I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you did not cut those LVAT wires. Meredith, I need you to tell me who did it."&lt;br /&gt;MEREDITH: "I've been going over this and over this in my mind trying to piece this together. It was you. You're the reason my parents broke up. And it wasn't just an affair, she really loved you. It wasn't just this cheap thing where she didn’t tell you she was married. It wasn't all a lie. She left her husband for you. But you stayed with your wife, because it was the right thing to do. Maybe safe, but she was the right person for you to be with. Let's face it, my mother? Nothing wrong with being safe, being with the good guy because he's good and we are talking about forever here. You've never regretted your decision. You've never looked back... right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best episode of grey's anatomy season 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-7814553520731204171?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7814553520731204171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=7814553520731204171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/7814553520731204171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/7814553520731204171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/losing-my-religion-episode-of-grey.html' title='Losing my religion episode of grey&amp;#39;s anatomy'/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-349534492137211643</id><published>2007-06-23T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T07:01:28.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/mmCa_hNYZKQ" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/mmCa_hNYZKQ" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DENNY: (talking to Izzie) for 5 years I had to live with the choices of my doctors. The guys will cut me open decided my life that there is one choice that isn't mine. and now I have this heart that beats and works. I get to be like anybody else, I get   to make my own life to have my own life to do whatever the damn hell I choose. Now here's the good part and you listen close. What I choose ... you. You were the one I wanna wake up with and go to bed with and  you everything in between with. I get a choice now, I get to choose, I chose you Ms.Stevens&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;It's your turn again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of the most romantic scene in grey's and love it...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-349534492137211643?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/349534492137211643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=349534492137211643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/349534492137211643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;toni gonzaga makes the newest koreanovela more romantic through her music...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;But when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I felt something that seems so right&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got yours I’ve got mine&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause I shouldn’t feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me...I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I : How can something so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Feel so right all along&lt;br /&gt;Catch me…I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;II : How can time be so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;For love to come along&lt;br /&gt;Catch me…I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can love let it go?&lt;br /&gt;When it has no place to go&lt;br /&gt;and I  can’t go along…pretending&lt;br /&gt;That love isn’t here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Catch me I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Without you from day to day&lt;br /&gt;I would die just thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I think that we’ll never be&lt;br /&gt;More than friends, you and me&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me…I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can something so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Feel so right all along&lt;br /&gt;Catch me…I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;How can time be so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;For love to come along&lt;br /&gt;Catch me…I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I’ll see&lt;br /&gt;Why love did this to me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t go along…pretending&lt;br /&gt;That love isn’t here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Catch me I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Catch me…I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if wrong for me to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know what to do without you&lt;br /&gt;I’M FALLING FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;Catch me…I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-5811218257323642139?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5811218257323642139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=5811218257323642139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/5811218257323642139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/5811218257323642139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/catch-me-i-falling-for-you.html' title='catch me i&amp;#39;m falling (for you)'/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-2978107506187298578</id><published>2007-06-22T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:52:48.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night, as I constantly changing the tv channel&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tuned in to 700 club @ channel 11. The host of the show is praying and I’m just so amazed with their prayers because I felt that it was meant for me. I’m so paranoid about my health. I felt something wrong with my urinary tract and it goes something like “…help us lord heal the people with urinary tract infection and those who have ache in right ear. Heal them lord…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the urinary tract I thought it was for someone else but someone who also has ache in the right ear which I had that my sister says it looks like a pimple.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just felt Lord God always hear me and I’m so grateful on how He makes me feel and make me aware that I’m heard. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…THANK YOU SO MUCH LORD GOD OUR FATHER, AND TO YOUR SON OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST FOR HELPING US AND MAKING US ALWAYS SAFE AND AWAY FROM SICKNESS. ALSO, THANKS YOU OUR MOTHER OF PERPETUAL HELP MAY WE BE ALWAYS IN YOUR PRAYERS AND GOES THE SAME TO ALL THE SAINTS FOR THEIR PRAYERS. AND TO ALL OUR GUARDIAN ANGELS PROTECTING US…THANK YOU SO MUCH… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-2978107506187298578?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2978107506187298578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=2978107506187298578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2978107506187298578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2978107506187298578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-night-as-i-constantly-changing-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-2449194866728026691</id><published>2007-06-22T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:39:33.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magbalik by callalily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jzUcU2fdGg/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jzUcU2fdGg/aus=false/" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p106/chegzean08/flower.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p106/chegzean08/flower.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   wala nang dating pagtingin&lt;br /&gt;sawa na ba sa king lambing&lt;br /&gt;wala ka namang dahilan&lt;br /&gt;bakit bigla na lang nang-iwan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di na alam ang gagawin&lt;br /&gt;upang ika'y magbalik sa kin&lt;br /&gt;ginawa ko naman ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;bakit bigla na lang naghanap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi magbabago&lt;br /&gt;pagmamahal sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;sana'y pakinggan mo&lt;br /&gt;ang awit ng pusong ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng mundong hindi tumitigil&lt;br /&gt;sa pag-ikot&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig di mapapagod&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng ilog na hindi tumitigil&lt;br /&gt;sa pag-agos&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig di matatapos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;class id="NoSteal"&gt;[Magbalik lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]&lt;/class&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alaala'y bumabalik&lt;br /&gt;mga panahong nasasabik&lt;br /&gt;sukdulang mukha mo ay laging nasa panaginip&lt;br /&gt;bakit biglang pinagpalit&lt;br /&gt;pagsasamahan tila nawaglit&lt;br /&gt;ang dating walang hanggan&lt;br /&gt;nagkaroon ng katapusan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi magbabago&lt;br /&gt;pagmamahal sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;sana'y pakinggan mo&lt;br /&gt;ang awit ng pusong ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng mundong hindi tumitigil&lt;br /&gt;sa pag-ikot&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig di mapapagod&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng ilog na hindi tumitigil&lt;br /&gt;sa pag-agos&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig di matatapos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-2449194866728026691?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2449194866728026691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=2449194866728026691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2449194866728026691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2449194866728026691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/magbalik-by-callalily.html' title='magbalik by callalily'/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-2629741013338957904</id><published>2007-06-22T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:43:08.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pbb update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friendship among the hm's were tested through a face to face nomination and it brings chaos  among hm relationship to the one they voted for especially the girls hm.&lt;br /&gt;click the ic&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bb2.pinoybigbrother.com/tabid/547/Article/6058/Default.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 56px; height: 40px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RnvWB9B8OVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4vohnK7RIIY/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078888333841283410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p106/chegzean08/Wierd-Baby.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 103px;" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p106/chegzean08/Wierd-Baby.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reaction:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think wendy is not sport. her feelings or anger rather overpower her mind that she can’t accept an objective criticism from other hm and she easily think or feel rather that she was betrayed and didn’t love at all by the girl hm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t agree the way she act and how she reason out lately. Like for example she hate bea for her being plastic but she didn’t realize that she did the same for gee-an. In the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; face to face nomination where gee-an voted her which they had already talk about it after nomination and in the girls night-out so all along gee-an thought they were okay but she feels differently and talk about it with bruce and to big brother, that she felt betrayed and she’s questioning the other girls motive and friendship. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I’m wondering how will she react if she would know that her best friend inside the house, saicy, voted for bea instead of her as the big winner. hwat?!&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/gftdz/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/gftdz/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/gftdz/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-2629741013338957904?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2629741013338957904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=2629741013338957904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2629741013338957904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2629741013338957904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/pbb-update-friendship-among-hms-were.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RnvWB9B8OVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4vohnK7RIIY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-243333974459584734</id><published>2007-06-19T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:46:14.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>step up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ekFt8cqAt6/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ekFt8cqAt6/aus=false/" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music which the lead actor (tyler) and actress (nora) use in the climax of the movie step up showing the dance i describe in my prior entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-243333974459584734?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/243333974459584734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=243333974459584734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/243333974459584734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/243333974459584734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/step-up.html' title='step up'/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-8747614814670162134</id><published>2007-06-18T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T07:12:01.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a day before yesterday wasn't a good day for me. i don't wanna write this as much as possible because i think family  issues should remain at home and posting this to internet isn't a good idea since  there's a big possibility that  someone would be able to read this .  whatever issue i had  with  the family  will  always pass as if nothing had happen, it's just that things aren't always smooth as you wanted to be. i don't know what's in me  that everything is a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;at morning: my mother and i had a &lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/dictionary_/squabble.html"&gt;squabble&lt;/a&gt;. it's the way she give orders... actually i'm doing what she was saying and told her about it and that's it she get angry until yesterday. then in the evening my sis, the youngest, while i'm so comfortably watching tv she change the channel and says that its the only time she'll gonna watch so i had to give way. i couldn't take it because i feel that from the moment she had her school vacation that's always been what she's telling me. i never fail to watch greys anatomy season 2 and so disappointing that i wasn't able to watch the part 2 of the last episode and the whole season 3 except last thursday because she was out.&lt;br /&gt;how about yesterday? my mother still upset with me which i find half good but hurting, good because she didn't ask me to do this or that... hurting... she totally don't wanna talk to me. then my father he told me to give food to our dogs while i'm in the middle of doing something and can't leave it behind just like that to do that.and he just got angry at me. good thing about him after a while he's cool again like he never get angry. hay... just felt negative lately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-8747614814670162134?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8747614814670162134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=8747614814670162134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8747614814670162134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8747614814670162134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-before-yesterday-wasnt-good-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-1606606666121498314</id><published>2007-06-12T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T03:16:26.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally i have already watch a film, step up. hhmmm.... if i will rate  it's a so-so, not so good not so bad either. anyway , here' s the plot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rm5s59B8OPI/AAAAAAAAADc/U0x499NEQvc/s1600-h/200px-Step_Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rm5s59B8OPI/AAAAAAAAADc/U0x499NEQvc/s200/200px-Step_Up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075113572984174834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tyler,one of the main character, accidentally breaks a window of a building which Skinny, bro of his bestfriend mac sneaks into, forcing mac and Tyler to follow him. They discover that they are in the Maryland School of Arts, which they believe only rich kids attend. They move onto the performing arts stage and vandalize the props on stage. A security guard arrives after hearing the noise and grabs Mac. Tyler frees Mac from the guard but he is captured himself.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rm5taNB8ORI/AAAAAAAAADs/GOpV3uHB5Ig/s1600-h/imagesstepup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rm5taNB8ORI/AAAAAAAAADs/GOpV3uHB5Ig/s200/imagesstepup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075114127034956050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At court, Tyler is sentenced to $200  of community service.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rm5uT9B8OTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QeCKVhsZT4I/s1600-h/imagesup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rm5uT9B8OTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QeCKVhsZT4I/s200/imagesup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075115119172401458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  He meets the principal of the school, Director Gordon , who assigns him as a janitor as part of his community service. As Tyler carries out his janitorial tasks, he watches a dance class and sees Nora , a student dancer and tyler's love interests.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At one point Nora sees Tyler dancing outside through a window when Tyler was visited by Mac &amp; Skinny and Tyler saw her looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rm5uotB8OUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KSkC2eocKfY/s1600-h/imagesstep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rm5uotB8OUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KSkC2eocKfY/s200/imagesstep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075115475654687042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Nora is practicing for a dance showcase that will be attended by dance scouts but unfortunately  her partner Andrew  ends up spraining his ankle which became a good opportunity for Tyler who obviously show interest to Nora since they first met. So after the auditions ended and Nora is resting, Tyler approaches her and offers to replace Andrew. She is reluctant at first but decides to give him a chance, challenging him to catch her, which he does. Nora asks Director Gordon if Tyler could be her replacement for a few weeks until Andrew recovers. Director Gordon is a little hesitant but allows it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Days go by as Tyler and Nora learn the routine together. Lucy, friend of Nora, is surprised that Tyler is Nora's new dancing partner and jokes about Nora liking Tyler even though she has a boyfriend, Brett. Nora jokes about Lucy liking Miles who mixes beats for Nora even though Lucy has an older boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day Tyler misses practice by an hour after messing round with Mac and Skinny, and finds Nora listening to Brett and Miles' recording session. She is angry at him for being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next day shows Nora waiting for Tyler again. When she finally gives up and leaves, she finds him back in his janitor uniform sweeping outside. She asks him where he's been and he says that he doesn't think this whole dancing thing is for him and that she was doing fine on her own. Nora becomes worried now because she has no dance partner for her show-piece.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And then the turning point, Mac, Skinny, and Tyler are playing video games and Mac mentions how Tyler always gives up on everything he does. Tyler takes that into consideration and ends up going back to Nora and apologizing. He says that he'll do anything to dance with her again and the following scene shows him practicing ballet with children. They both get closer as they dance together everyday. Because of this, Tyler spends less time with Mac and Skinny which irritates Mac.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day, Nora breaks up with Brett after finding out that he got a recording deal only after he ditched Miles, saying how Brett just uses people and throws them away once he gets what he wants. Also Tyler goes and asks Director Gordon if it's possible if he could finish out the rest of his school year at the Maryland School of Arts. She says he has to earn it and show her that he really wants to be there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the part that I like At a party, Lucy's boyfriend is singing with his band. Tyler and Nora dance when Miles and Lucy sing on stage. While Miles and Lucy are getting closer to each other, Lucy has an older boyfriend who they see later kissing another girl; Lucy abruptly leaves the party. Tyler and Nora have their first kiss outside on the pier.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In one of their practices Mac comes in and finds Tyler dancing. He gets upset over Tyler ditching him and Skinny hanging for dancing sessions and for a girl. Tyler walks back into the school to find out that Andrew has recovered and is ready to dance again. Nora doesn't know what to do because Andrew is also a senior and this dance recital means a lot for him too. Tyler is angry and says that she is just like Brett, uses people and then ditches them and so he leaves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are scenes of them moping around; Nora phoned Tyler's house phone, but he pretends that he is not at home. Andrew, being a more artistic dancer, is uncomfortable with Nora and Tyler's routine, which includes some hip-hop dancing. Eventually he hurts himself again and says that he can't dance with Nora which leaves her without a partner again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tyler reunites with Mac and Skinny. Tyler and Mac went to a house party and left Skinny at home because his mother had forbidden him from going out. Skinny does show up because he didn't want to be stuck at home. After Mac tells him to leave, Skinny walks back home but sees PJ, one i could consider the villain, who has an Escalade.  When the guy goes into a store to pick up, Skinny steals his Escalade. He drives back to the party where Tyler and Mac, who both know who the car belongs to, and they yell at him to get out of the car. After Skinny gets out of the car, PJ drives by in another car and shoots Skinny dead. After the funeral Mac and Tyler talk about how they want their life to be better than what they have now. This encourages Tyler to run back to Nora just in time for the recital.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tyler comes back to find Nora, Lucy, and Miles preparing for the recital, and begs Nora to let him dance again. Nora lets him dance and they perform a successful show-piece. Afterwards, Nora and Tyler make up, Mac congratulates Tyler, Lucy and Miles kiss, the dance scout wants to talk to Nora about being in their dance program, and Director Gordon wants Tyler to finish out the rest of his school year at the Maryland School of Arts. It ends with Tyler and Nora kissing back stage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good thing in the movie is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they show a really great dance moves match with cool music, on which both is a fusion of classic and modern, ballet and the modern dance is what they call harlem while the music is played by  using an organ with a beat mix up with an orchestra to give a classic sound.&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/6095679507169126950-1606606666121498314?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1606606666121498314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=1606606666121498314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/1606606666121498314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/1606606666121498314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-i-have-already-watch-film-step.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rm5s59B8OPI/AAAAAAAAADc/U0x499NEQvc/s72-c/200px-Step_Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-1866085277877393355</id><published>2007-06-11T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T06:37:48.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say it right by nelly furtado</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/59SHPRs1Mb/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/59SHPRs1Mb/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Say It Right lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the day&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;Say it right&lt;br /&gt;Say it all&lt;br /&gt;You either got it&lt;br /&gt;Or you don't&lt;br /&gt;You either stand or you fall&lt;br /&gt;When your will is broken&lt;br /&gt;When it slips from your hand&lt;br /&gt;When there's no time for joking&lt;br /&gt;There's a hole in the plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you don't mean nothing at all to me&lt;br /&gt;No you don't mean nothing at all to me&lt;br /&gt;But you got what it takes to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Oh you could mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I'm not lost and at fault&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I don't love the light and the dark&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I don't know that I am alive&lt;br /&gt;And all of what I feel I could show&lt;br /&gt;You tonight you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you don't mean nothing at all to me&lt;br /&gt;No you don't mean nothing at all to me&lt;br /&gt;But you got what it takes to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Oh you could mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my hands I could give you&lt;br /&gt;Something that I made&lt;br /&gt;From my mouth I could sing you another brick that I laid&lt;br /&gt;From my body I could show you a place God knows&lt;br /&gt;You should know the space is holy&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-1866085277877393355?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1866085277877393355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=1866085277877393355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/1866085277877393355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/1866085277877393355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/say-it-right-by-nelly-furtado.html' title='say it right by nelly furtado'/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-3014087744286622127</id><published>2007-06-11T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T06:13:57.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been dying to watch the dvd i bought last thursday but can't watch it until today because my sis is not around or our videoke is on rent.it's actually great watching films in our videoke since it has 4 big speaker and the player is a dvd. can't watch it w/o my sis because i'm not comfortable watching alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pbb update:&lt;br /&gt;beatriz will stay in the house and she's not nominated this week...&lt;br /&gt;it's robert  and bruce who will be in danger to be out in  the house...&lt;br /&gt;they only have  3 weeks and i guess next will never have nomination instead people will vote for the season 2 big 4 hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;my big 4 will be gee-an, bea, mickey and i'm still contemplating between nel and bodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deal or no deal is back again and its ms ruffa and her mom were the guest it is'nt finish yet so still don't know how much they'll going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in lurking to different blogs most of them recommend to visit travel blog in phil. so finally i was able to read some entry and i'm so amaze with the places and what people can offer in the area that i'm sure expect me to always lurk in it. click at my post link &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pinoy travel blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-3014087744286622127?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-4221073668329986824</id><published>2007-06-09T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T06:16:28.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>upside down by 6 cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/I6_2XvVPWA/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/I6_2XvVPWA/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I’ve been spending some time, thinking i’d be alright&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know if I could really make it tonight&lt;br /&gt;Lie awake in the dark, come down then I start&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you is almost breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where I went wrong, or what’s going on&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I fell like our love’s lost tonight&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay, should I go? Well, I really don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Lately I’ve been missing you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[refrain]&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you don’t understand our love lies lost&lt;br /&gt;But you’re still holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Just tonight, I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You’re turning me on, you turn me around&lt;br /&gt;You turn my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hurt you, well it’s hurting me too&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know if I could really stay here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tired of thinking of you, I never think that you do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to say that I need you today&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it’s all gonna work out alright&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where I should I start&lt;br /&gt;But with all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Baby let me be your lover tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat refrain and chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, you turn me upside down&lt;br /&gt;You know, you turn me upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-4221073668329986824?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4221073668329986824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=4221073668329986824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/4221073668329986824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/4221073668329986824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/upside-down-by-6-cycle.html' title='upside down by 6 cycle'/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-8001068706392266262</id><published>2007-06-09T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T05:39:05.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm so hooked up with pinoy big bro and one of my fave housemate is nominated...i like to vote for her thru i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RmqT6tB8OOI/AAAAAAAAADU/fgk1cp-HEY4/s1600-h/beaprofile8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 83px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RmqT6tB8OOI/AAAAAAAAADU/fgk1cp-HEY4/s200/beaprofile8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074030566915717346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nternet but voting is close,so sad. i'm hoping that she'll stay.i like her because i can see that she's one among few h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;m who they called "nagpapakatotoo sa bahay". it's not wendy as she claims herself. i don't think being so blunt a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bout her hm especially when she's in confession room but can't actually tell to the involved party what she's thinking rather she tells it to other hm's which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; i think backbiting is more appropriate term.&lt;br /&gt;i hope tomorrow on their nomination night hm will vote for robert and be evicted on the next eviction night. i like him at first but lately he does things that is so off .&lt;br /&gt;anyway the good thing in pbb right now is i'm excited to a budding love team in the house mickey and gee-ann.i like them both ever since...&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/6095679507169126950-8001068706392266262?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8001068706392266262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=8001068706392266262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8001068706392266262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8001068706392266262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-hooked-up-with-pinoy-big-bro-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RmqT6tB8OOI/AAAAAAAAADU/fgk1cp-HEY4/s72-c/beaprofile8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-1108930619504814990</id><published>2007-06-04T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:16:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"words of today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check my e-mails and most of the message came from urban dictionary ( it is a website contain vocabulary words of today and cannot be found in Webster dictionary) which I already unsubscribe myself but I still receive e-mails from them so I just send it to trash all the time. But yesterday was different I am in the mood to read each entry before&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;deleting the message and I just found some interesting vocabulary words that I’ve already heard somewhere and while the other I think is interesting to use in daily conversation or in writing to my blog. Here are some of those:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***** &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;Bobfoc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Body Off Baywatch, Face Off Crime watch.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;A person who possesses a killer body but has a face that only a mother could love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out that &lt;b style=""&gt;bobfoc&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;youniverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The entirety of creation that relates to one specific, narcissistic individual. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;Used to indicate that a particular person has knowledge only of him or herself -- their universe consists only of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you moved outside of your &lt;b style=""&gt;youniverse&lt;/b&gt; for five seconds you'd understand that people aren't homeless out of choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;WWILF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;What Was I Looking For?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;Acronym for phrase describing wasting time sufing online, with no results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, I've been surfing online for 7 hours and everybody's mad at me, plus I haven't found anything useful or important. &lt;b style=""&gt;WWILF&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;Nonpology &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;An insincere apology or expression of regret, often blaming the aggrieved party for being offended or bringing up an irrelevant topic to distract&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really get tired of politicians' &lt;b style=""&gt;nonpologies&lt;/b&gt;.  All they're really saying is they're sorry they got caught." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;frenemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;An enemy disguised as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think about &lt;b style=""&gt;frenemies&lt;/b&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"I say, keep your friends close, and your &lt;b style=""&gt;frenemies&lt;/b&gt; closer" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;dap and dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;Making a brief appearance at a party or social function for political purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Involves giving "[dap]" (fist-pound greeting) to the host and other notables, then "[dip]ping" (leaving) shortly thereafter. Sometimes used to describe an event that is not enjoyable and would not be worth attending was it not for the political motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: Are we going to Jon's party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darryl: Yeah, but I don't want to stay long, so let's make it a &lt;b style=""&gt;dap and dip&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;couching distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;The distance one can reach without leaving the couch or sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That job is too far; it's not within couching distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can't reach the remote control because it's not in couching distance.”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;5 second rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;An unwritten law dictating that if a food or other consumable item is dropped onto the floor, it may be picked up and eaten within five seconds&lt;/span&gt;. The reasoning behind this is that dirt and germs take six seconds to transfer from one surface to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oops, dropped my popsicle. &lt;b style=""&gt;Five second rule&lt;/b&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;(Proceeds to pick up dirty-ass rocket pop and suck the lint off of it)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;Check your vitals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;To check your email, myspace, facebook, blog, and/or any daily essential websites&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get off the computer, whore. I need to &lt;b style=""&gt;check my vitals&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wanna go get something to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, but lemme finish checkin' &lt;b style=""&gt;my vitals first&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;Free-timer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;like a part-timer or a full-timer, but one major difference, a free-timer has no job. they have a lot of free time, so they are therefore a free-timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kaatisu: so, what do you do during the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl in club: oh, im a &lt;b style=""&gt;free-timer&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;Break your crayons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;*****&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Make you very upset or sad, or ruin your whole day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, don't worry about him, he's just tryin' to &lt;b style=""&gt;break your crayons&lt;/b&gt;. Just let it slide."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-1108930619504814990?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1108930619504814990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=1108930619504814990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/1108930619504814990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/1108930619504814990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/06/words-of-today-check-my-e-mails-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-5249233960585200224</id><published>2007-05-23T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T05:33:36.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just finished reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6095679507169126950"&gt;Pollyanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; which has been a hit cartoon series to my younger sibling. i 'm not interested watching it before because the fact that it is a cartoon i find it boring to watch for. but now that i'm making a point to read more and (good news!!!) i found a website featured  free online literature and find this story and other classic novel i want to read but don't have a budget to invest for books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;quotable quotes from the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***miss polly says " i did not ask for explanations. i asked for your attention."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***"nancy's conversation to pollyanna " it's plain as the nose on your face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thoughts that counts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***'it's funny how dogs and cats know the insides of the folks better than the folks do.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***'what men and women need is encouragement.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       their natural resisting powers should be strengthen not weakened.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       instead of always harping on a man's faults, tell him of his virtues.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       try to full him out of his rut of bad habits.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       hold up to him his better self, his real that can dare and do and win out!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       the influence of a beautiful, helpful, hopeful character is contagious, and may revolutionize a               whole town... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      People radiate what is in their minds and in their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      if a man feels  kindly and obliging, his neighbors will feels kindly and obliging,his neighbors                 will feel that way, too, before long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      But if he scolds and scowls and criticizes-- his neighbors will return scowl for scowls, and add             interest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;     when you look bad, expecting it, you will get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;     when you know you will find good-you will get that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lesson of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's a game introduced by pollyanna to everyone she met in every chance she has and it is called the glad game ---the game is to just find something to be glad about-no matter what it was because when you are hunting for the glad things, you sort of forget the other kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-5249233960585200224?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5249233960585200224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=5249233960585200224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/5249233960585200224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/5249233960585200224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-finished-reading-pollyanna-which.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-8222113007660756921</id><published>2007-05-19T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T04:21:09.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;'been a long while since my last entry i've been so hooked up to a comp. game "the sims" where you create your own world --creating the characters and then you choose where they gonna live and how they live but the challenge there is to balance social, work, things you need to do in everyday and skills you need to have in order to get higher position in their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that before my sis installed this i've been practicing to type faster using all my fingers which i am doing right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay...i miss blog hopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help myself so guess bye for now... till next time...hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-8222113007660756921?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8222113007660756921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=8222113007660756921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8222113007660756921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8222113007660756921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/05/been-long-while-since-my-last-entry-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-451108675152580854</id><published>2007-05-05T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:24:24.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rk7X1c6wRfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b-fMhiXjWUw/s1600-h/beacutie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rk7X1c6wRfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b-fMhiXjWUw/s200/beacutie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066223944134051314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rk7X_c6wRgI/AAAAAAAAADE/c2-i21Q78Og/s1600-h/ABCD0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rk7X_c6wRgI/AAAAAAAAADE/c2-i21Q78Og/s200/ABCD0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066224115932743170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;***meet my "ina-anak" ...born last jan. 3 that makes her only 4 months old...so big hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;h!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;***of course me and bea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-451108675152580854?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/451108675152580854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=451108675152580854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/451108675152580854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/451108675152580854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/05/meet-my-ina-anak.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Rk7X1c6wRfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b-fMhiXjWUw/s72-c/beacutie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-2634733513989876668</id><published>2007-05-01T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:20:49.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;here is my research regarding my paranoia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**breast cancer is normally not painful unless it's malignant...&lt;br /&gt;**the pain felt could be what you call  Benign breast lumps and other benign breast changes which are common. Women          experience various kinds of breast lumps and other breast changes. These          changes include those that normally occur during the menstrual cycle,          during pregnancy, and with aging, as well as several types of breast lumps          and other changes. Most breast lumps and other changes are benign. Among          breast conditions for which biopsies are often done, the results show          that some 80 percent are not cancer. But only a doctor can tell for sure          whether a condition is malignant (cancer) or benign (not cancer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering why i'm this scared...it is because i haven't proven myself yet as an individually independent...yes, up to now i'm very much dependent to my parents...and i hope that i could be of help to them and they can count on me ...(much sooner i wish)&lt;br /&gt;i also fear death for the same reason and for the things i did not know afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just know that "You" our Almighty can be my strength, hope, inspiration and can make things work.  thank you for making us always safe from sickness and harm and i asked you my dear almighty God to continue guide us, help us and always keep us protected... THANK YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-2634733513989876668?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2634733513989876668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=2634733513989876668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2634733513989876668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/2634733513989876668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/05/here-is-my-research-regarding-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-6365590856420633626</id><published>2007-04-29T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T06:16:14.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate what I feel right now… I don’t know if I’m being so paranoid and I just have to ignore it or I should get worry about it but it’s getting into my nerves…I feel there’s something wrong and I’m scared…I feel pain in my chest and lately it’s feels like a needle piercing inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It really scares me a lot that I even search on the web about the possible cause…I look for the symptoms of breast cancer which I’m hoping and praying that it would not be my case… still confused…oh our Almighty God help me…I hope this will pass and it’s just a paranoia…Lord Jesus Christ please help me…Mother of Perpetual help…Please pray for me…to All the Saints…Please pray for me…help me….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-6365590856420633626?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6365590856420633626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=6365590856420633626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/6365590856420633626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/6365590856420633626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/04/prayer.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-8663616605601335797</id><published>2007-04-22T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T06:18:34.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's a movie marathon afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;we watched spiderman 1&lt;br /&gt;                      elektra&lt;br /&gt;                      &amp; lakehouse - 2nd time....love it...super...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                        "The Lak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuTLnJ9HDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H0-zaRkI9WA/s1600-h/imageslakehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuTLnJ9HDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H0-zaRkI9WA/s320/imageslakehouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056296834352094258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e House" starts with Kate leaving a note in the mailbox for the new ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t asking him to kindly forward her mail and leaves some details about the home like p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aw prints by the front &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;door and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the box in the attic w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ere there when sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e moved in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;However, Alex Wyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the new ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ant, disregards it for he look f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or the details Kate says but it wasn’t there. Until one day a stray dog runs through a paint container leaving a paws p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rint where Kate said to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To his amusement, he writes back to Kate, only to discover that they are separated in time by two years, with Alex living in 2004 and Kate living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 2006.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Favorite scenes in the movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuTxXJ9HEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-Z2pA4krKKU/s1600-h/20060616HO_lakehouse_230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuTxXJ9HEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-Z2pA4krKKU/s320/20060616HO_lakehouse_230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056297482892155970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    It amazes me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; they communicate f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or it has nothing to do with e-mail, text messages and cell phones; wondering how? It’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s through a mailbox outside the lake house they occupy in their respective years. He can slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a note inside in 2004 and put up the flag and she can remove it, in 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Riww6XJ9HOI/AAAAAAAAABk/KYxgOIuswjg/s1600-h/lakehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/Riww6XJ9HOI/AAAAAAAAABk/KYxgOIuswjg/s200/lakehouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056470260836539618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A "kilig" moment: They met on her b-day  without Kate having any idea about Alex .Started the conversation  by Al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ex asking her about a book- persuasion by jane austen.  Afterwards, they dance and kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; touching moment when Alex estranged father has a heart attack and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuUaXJ9HFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-p5Y1ossT2M/s1600-h/imageslh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuUaXJ9HFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-p5Y1ossT2M/s200/imageslh2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056298187266792530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; thereafter dies. K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ate somehow di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;scovers his death certificate at the time he dies. She rushes to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he mailbox and as a gift t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o Alex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he places a book in the mailbox:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a tribute to Alex's father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; that Kate has obtained, not yet published in Alex's time. He saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a picture wherein he and his dad together in the lake house and only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e knew that his dad were so proud of him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alex cried so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    Heartbreaking moment, it’s Valentin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s Day 2008 Kate and Morgan arrange to meet at an architectural firm unknowingly owned by Alex's brother. They are renovating an old house. As they exit Kate notices a drawing on the wall of the lake house and inquires as to its artist. When told it is Alex Wyler, she asks as to his whereabouts and is told he died in an accident 2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuYLXJ9HKI/AAAAAAAAABE/oY2DwOp4-xg/s1600-h/th-6121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuYLXJ9HKI/AAAAAAAAABE/oY2DwOp4-xg/s200/th-6121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056302327615265954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        Re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alization came to Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;te and she dashes o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ut of the office and races to the lake house and writes a frantic letter to Alex warning him that HE is the accident victim she told him to her letter who was hit by the bus and she tries to save.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asked him to stay away from the plaza, wait 2 years and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to the lake house. Since Alex is at the lake house finding the original letter Kate wrote about t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he accident at Daly Plaza, he is there to intercept the desperation letter by Kate. Now he had the original letter knowing where Kate was going to be and the warning letter not to cross the street. He knew on February 14, 2008 Kate would be at the lake house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuVoXJ9HGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mSHn8SdyWNM/s1600-h/imageslh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuVoXJ9HGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mSHn8SdyWNM/s200/imageslh6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056299527296588898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    The best moment, holding your breath long, is when Kate waiting what will happen after she had put the letter to the mail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;box. Will the couple finally unite, or will they take their lake lessons about waiting for love and move on, or will there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be a third alternative?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ending:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;together at last after 2 years of wait....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuYy3J9HLI/AAAAAAAAABM/dCatg8OAkws/s1600-h/imageslh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuYy3J9HLI/AAAAAAAAABM/dCatg8OAkws/s200/imageslh3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056303006220098738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuZH3J9HMI/AAAAAAAAABU/3LUb2WEm1h4/s1600-h/imageslkh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuZH3J9HMI/AAAAAAAAABU/3LUb2WEm1h4/s200/imageslkh4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056303366997351618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What i love about this movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**Kate is played by sandra bullock while Alex is by keannu reeves -their second team-up after speed...finally...the movie focused on them and their love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**the story is about waiting for your love one until the right time comes.  they included in the story the book &lt;a href="http://www.bibliomania.com/0/0/6/11/frameset.html"&gt;persuasion&lt;/a&gt; written by my fave classic novelist jane austen (which i haven't read yet because i find the first chapter boring but the movie just kindle my interest of reading it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;**the ending is really really awesome...that you will feel every emotion you have..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6095679507169126950-8663616605601335797?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8663616605601335797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=8663616605601335797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8663616605601335797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/8663616605601335797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-movie-marathon-afternoon-we-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjDEU-4geyY/RiuTLnJ9HDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H0-zaRkI9WA/s72-c/imageslakehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095679507169126950.post-4023667967364874368</id><published>2007-04-15T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T04:17:34.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my first entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wow.... just finish creating this blog...&lt;br /&gt;'been wanting to have this for so long but i just can't bear the fact that i'm going to publish all of thoughts, feelings, rants and even prayers... well, that's what my journal comprised of before but i stopped...&lt;br /&gt;i always keep things to my self because i feel that my thoughts doesn't matter, my feelings aren't important and no one will ever care about my rants and i need an outlet aside from i want to have a record of how i live my life and maybe after sometime i'll go over it to see  how i react to other people, to things (living or non-living), to situation, to trials and most importantly to my writings...&lt;br /&gt;so finally here it is...&lt;br /&gt;i also want to see how i improve on anything, how i screwed up and learn from it, how i can be more independent, how things are great and how it gets worse and more importantly how God loves me...&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/6095679507169126950-4023667967364874368?l=labsucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4023667967364874368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6095679507169126950&amp;postID=4023667967364874368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/4023667967364874368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6095679507169126950/posts/default/4023667967364874368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labsucks.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>cheezyme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
