<?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-16080788</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:33:33.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bubblewrapped</title><subtitle type='html'>rar!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-567047142998125828</id><published>2007-10-16T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:37:23.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved to &lt;a href="http://hyperbolahan.blogspot.com"&gt;hyperbolahan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-2073759118394666972</id><published>2007-10-15T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:45.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shutterbugsieswugsies</title><content type='html'>magic hour=excellent lighting for photography. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on, i'll never use the term camwhore because those portraits (malamang yung mga matitino lang) i took will go straight to my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121609206590052290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RxOccB0rl8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/VkazyxHOfhk/s400/withaivan+081edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121622873175988242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RxOo3h0rmBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oEJxbDyC4Pc/s400/forblog4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121611289649190882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RxOeVR0rl-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WRNGs-rON80/s400/forblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121621507376388098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RxOnoB0rmAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AjUjT5n7MLc/s400/forblog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121617891013924850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RxOkVh0rl_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/5alz6v_w7_I/s400/forblog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121624638407546914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RxOqeR0rmCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kmgS7AuCAvk/s400/forblog5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121628954849679410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RxOuZh0rmDI/AAAAAAAAALA/pIrKMhzywt0/s400/forblog6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121634667156183106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RxOzmB0rmEI/AAAAAAAAALI/iTPyIYs_kxY/s400/forblog7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121636866179438674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RxO1mB0rmFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oD-aVOHDf5M/s400/forblog8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more for our portfolio, aivan! yey!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, im going to indonesia this wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-2073759118394666972?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/2073759118394666972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=2073759118394666972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2073759118394666972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2073759118394666972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/10/kanina.html' title='shutterbugsieswugsies'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the north star that leads you to the manger, eh? interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the green light. and the red light too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-8316971642888106723?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/8316971642888106723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=8316971642888106723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8316971642888106723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8316971642888106723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-nightcomic-relief-overload.html' title='hole. the mint with the polo'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-2972765678092805701</id><published>2007-10-11T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:07:50.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 brain cell-popping exams down. all in one day. fudge. happy sem break everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-2972765678092805701?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-2130191949493768496</id><published>2007-10-07T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:24:18.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bio-nerd</title><content type='html'>bukas ang exam at deadline ng paper sa natsci2 kaya ito karir mode. papakitaan ko yung prof kong hindi marunong gumamit ng microphone na mas natututo ako sa wikipedia at britannica kaysa sa lecture niya. hindi ko siya marinig eh. tama bang hindi gamiting ang facilities? tapos nagsusulat pa siya sa whiteboard as if nababasa ng mga estudyante na nakaupo 7 feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun. nagpapahinga lang ako ngayon mula sa hardcore review sessions. may 11 na internet explorer windows na nakabukas... lahat ay tungkol sa genetics at heredity. isa lang ang nakalaan para sa blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamaya, gagawin ko na yung paper tungkol sa evolution. hindi pa ako nakakapili ng tanong na sasagutan pero may naisip na akong paraan kung pano masasagutan ng hardcore ang kaniyang "food for thought". sa totoo lang wala naman akong opiniyon tungkol sa mga theories ni darwin pero balak ko i-share kay ma'am ang napanuod kong film/documentary entitled "quest for fire" na napanuod ko nung 1st year pa ako sa anthro class. shox 4 years ago. anyhoos. ayon sa pelikulang yun, maaaring nag-abot ang homo sapiens sapiens at homo sapiens neanderthalensis sa isang specific era. hardcore! ayun. hyper bobolahin ko na lang si ma'am. pa-intelectual kunwari. tapos maghahanap pa ako ng mga forums tungkol sa mga darwinian achuchuchu at magririp off ako ng mga opinion. or ikuquote ko na lang sabay magcocomment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shox. gagawa pa ako ng documentary for arkiyoloji at dahil atat ako gumawa ng documentary na katulad ng mga napapanuod natin sa national geographic channel, kakaririn ko na rin. kaya naman yun siguro ng 10 days. kaya yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay ngayon ko nararamdamang estudyante pa pala ako. ngayong patapos na ang sem. next sem, kukuha ako ng extra ge's para ma-nourish ko sarili ko with nerdy stuff. hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun sige. magrereview na ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-2130191949493768496?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/2130191949493768496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=2130191949493768496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2130191949493768496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2130191949493768496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/10/bio-nerd.html' title='bio-nerd'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6292494165828705072</id><published>2007-10-06T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:58:00.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have a break, have:</title><content type='html'>this thing answered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Put your music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2.) Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) How am I feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;clint eastwood-gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;*naaaks! swak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I ain't happy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling glad&lt;br /&gt;I got sunshine in a bag&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless but&lt;br /&gt;Not for long&lt;br /&gt;The future is coming &lt;/em&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) How will I feel getting married?&lt;br /&gt;emergency-paramore&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaha! what an emo wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I've seen love die&lt;br /&gt;Way too many times&lt;br /&gt;When it deserved to be alive&lt;br /&gt;(When it deserved to be alive)&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry&lt;br /&gt;Way too many times&lt;br /&gt;When you deserve to be alive, alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;fully alive-flyleaf&lt;br /&gt;*i dunno... im not really into the thought of having bestfriends. usually it's either we're close or not. that's how i categorize my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Highschool is?&lt;br /&gt;conspiracy-paramore&lt;br /&gt;*ngek. masaya nga highschool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I am...&lt;br /&gt;pressure-paramore&lt;br /&gt;*wala nga akong nafefeel na pressure eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) How is today?&lt;br /&gt;again-lenny kravitz&lt;br /&gt;*shiiiit hahahahahahahahahaha! funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;And if that day comes&lt;br /&gt;I know we could win&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I've always known&lt;br /&gt;That you were there, upon your throne&lt;br /&gt;A lonely queen without her king&lt;br /&gt;I longed for you, my love forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) What is in store for this week?&lt;br /&gt;beating hearts baby-head automatica&lt;br /&gt;*di nga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't know what to do with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What song best describes my parents?&lt;br /&gt;my heart-paramore&lt;br /&gt;*di kaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;all i want-version ng emery&lt;br /&gt;*pwedeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;To be this close, to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;The evening speaks, I feel it say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it won't matter now&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens to me&lt;br /&gt;Though the air speaks of all we'll never be&lt;br /&gt;It won't trouble me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off-panic! at the disco&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha! scary! isipin mo nagmumulto ako at ang kinakanta ko ay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it still me that makes you sweat?&lt;br /&gt;Am I who you think about in bed?&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?&lt;br /&gt;Then think of what you did&lt;br /&gt;And how I hope to God he was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.&lt;br /&gt;I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck&lt;br /&gt;Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me&lt;br /&gt;Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, you know it will always just be me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Is this going to be a good year?&lt;br /&gt;my boo-usher and alicia keys&lt;br /&gt;*di nga? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) What's your love life like?&lt;br /&gt;everyday i love you less and less-kaiser chiefs&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahahahahahahaha di nga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) What's your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;kiss the rain-billie myers&lt;br /&gt;*well yeah actually nagiging favorite ko ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) Best bored activity?&lt;br /&gt;2 become 1-spice girls&lt;br /&gt;*funny ka mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Favorite quote?&lt;br /&gt;islands in the stream-kenny rogers and dolly parton&lt;br /&gt;*aling part naman ang ikuquote ko? and yes, i have this song in my mp3 player hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Song played in your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;last living souls-gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;*huwaaat? labo. hindi pang wedding ang kantang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) What is your boyfriend/girlfriend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;feel good inc. gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;*pwede na rin. siguro sa part lang na yan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I wanna hear is the message beep.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams, they've got to kiss, because I don't get sleep, no..&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, Windmill for the land.&lt;br /&gt;Turn forever hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Take it all in on your stride&lt;br /&gt;It is sinking, falling down&lt;br /&gt;Love forever love is free&lt;br /&gt;Let's turn forever you and me&lt;br /&gt;Windmill, windmill for the land&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) The song that best described your childhood days...&lt;br /&gt;brighter-paramore&lt;br /&gt;*hmmmm... ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) The song that keeps playing in your mind...&lt;br /&gt;it's dangerous business walking out your front door-underoath&lt;br /&gt;*di kaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) The song that will make me happy&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow comes today-gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;*gorillaz yan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, gorillaz and paramore occupied 60% of my phone's memory stick. why? because they're shiznit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shox... nung thursday inaaya ako nila tipay magjanero. akala ko wala lang so di na ako nakasunod. instead, nagpakasosyal kami ni aivan, kumain kami sa chateau verde. ayun. solved naman kahit masakit sa bulsa. hindi ko alam birthday pala ni aaron at ella nun. nagvideoke pa sila. sheeeet naman. akala ko walang okasyon. ohwell... bawi na lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kagabi naman, magkakasama kami nila kris, kryon at aivan magdota (naks! first time!), binisita ang pusa ni kris sa vet at pumunta ng tiendesitas para magwindow shopping ng kung mga anu-ano. gusto pa ni kris at kryon magdota kaya humiwalay na kami ni aivan. dumiretso kami dito sabay at nagbonding with deo at alak. tamang chill. natulog si aivan dito samin at paggising ko wala na siya. ang sarap niyang kantahan ng wake me up before you go go. hahahahaha! peace aivan! pero ayun nagtext din na nauna na siya dahil kelangan niyang magluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling ko lagi sunday ang saturday. or araw araw sunday. nasabi ko na yata to dati. ayun hehe sinabi ko ulit. buong araw, ang ginawa ko lang ay makipagtext with jan k para kumbinsihin siyang mag-aral. nag-aya pa siyang uminom dun sa kanila kaso tinanggihan ko kasi tinatamad ako. dapat pupunta siya dito samin kaso tinamad din siya kaya ayun. nagusap na lang kami sa text. nakakatamad sobra. hindi ako lumabas ng bahay dahil nilaan ko yung araw para sa studies sabay nakatulog naman ako. sana pumunta na lang ako sa groove central with aivan para naging productive man lang yun araw. oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4546302930595987988</id><published>2007-10-04T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T08:50:10.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kanina kumuha ako ng handout sa bio pav at nakita ko may picture ng girl si manong guard. naunahan ako ng ibang estudyante kaya habang inaantay, inasar ko si manong guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: kuya, girlfriend niyo?&lt;br /&gt;guard: *blush sabay ngiti* oo, maganda ba?&lt;br /&gt;me: oo naman&lt;br /&gt;aivan: uuuuyyy si kuya may girl&lt;br /&gt;me: *kumakanta* may girl... may girl... si kuya aaaay... may giiirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun hehehe. actually may listahan na ako ng spoofs ng kanta.&lt;br /&gt;sabaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinapos ko season 4 ng that 70's kahapon at inuulit ko ngayon. shox. ang saya nilang barkada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-4546302930595987988?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/4546302930595987988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=4546302930595987988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4546302930595987988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4546302930595987988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/10/kanina-kumuha-ako-ng-handout-sa-bio-pav.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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it rained so hard and the cold temperature it produced put me back to a deep long sleep. woke up around 2 and finally planned to go to school to pick up that natsci 2 handout but the rain poured harder so i stayed home instead and abused my computer. i didnt have an umbrella ella ella eh eh eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. while online, dittle and yna asked me to answer their surveys. oh, thesis people. envy me. i'm doing absolutely nothing and i'm actually enjoying it. yna's septic tank survey was oddly interesting. why? coz i've been wondering about where our liquid wastes were destined to go after the septic tank. it's been bothering me since i first encountered the word septic tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few hours later, rowen and tza met up with me at the deck. it was verrrry cold. i smoked and smoked coz it feels good to smoke on a cold windy night. we chilled til it was late. late as in late for rowen's parents--8pm. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't ate dinner so i went to greenwich. it was raining so rowen lent me his umbrella ella ella eh eh (siyempre sinisingit ko naman ngayon yung ella ella eh eh). the chicken ala king at greenwich was ugh... not enough but instead of eating another serving of carbs, i decided to head over at starbucks and treat myself with a coffee and brownie combo. after paying, it took the receipt machine to produce a receipt so long which almost piss me off. as a costumer, i want everything fast fast fast. after like 5 mins, a receipt finally crawled out from that machine and it was loooong--the longest receipt i ever got from starbucks. the crew tore it off. it seemed to me as if she's about to explain me something which will waste another 5 minutes of my time. she said congratulations! blah blah blah... today we randomly picked a costumer who'll answer a survey from this site... the site will give you a free drink code after answering the survey which you'll write it here... claim the free drink at any starbucks anytime you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free? did she just say free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been asked to answer surveys the whole day and noone gave a free drink except for starbucks wahahahaha! i'm one lucky bitch. so there, went out with a huge smile on my face and found corpse, monique and peter chillaxing at the smoker's area of starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peter: (kinikiskis ang bago niyang aklat sakin) mainggit ka sakin. may bago akong libro.&lt;br /&gt;me: maiingit ka sakin. ako ang lucky radomly selected costumer for the day na sasagot ng survey ng starbucks at bibigyan ng kahit anong beverage for free after kong sagutan ang kanilang survey. wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;peter: wow..&lt;br /&gt;monique: (tinignan ang resibo) shit bakit ako walang ganiyan.&lt;br /&gt;me: me oh well... gotta go. i have a survey to answer hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kanina nagCRS na ako. dahil walang manual enlisting at mahirap mag-prerog, nagenlist ako sa at least 3 scheds for each subjects. i-kacancel na lang kung nagdoble doble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116842342647306162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RwKtAB0rl7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/0ZebBAYqcXo/s400/crs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easier to cancel subjects than have a prof accept me in prerogs for who i am hehehe... hindi joke lang. what i mean is, some profs are just so evil they dont care if you're graduating or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-823960230838573030?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-from fight club&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-628527782352349943?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/628527782352349943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=628527782352349943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/628527782352349943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/628527782352349943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/09/tyler-durden-youre-not-your-job.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-488318152392783087</id><published>2007-09-27T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:20:31.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember those days when you'd carry my stuff after anthro class, ask me to come with you to watch cold mountain in film center and spend an extra time after class. i remember you telling me how surprise you were after finding out that i was the only person you knew who didn't watch spiderman 2. i remember you fixing the whole seat plan in the classroom just so we could sit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. we dont talk as much everytime we bump into each other now. no matter how much i try to make the conversation long, he'd cut it and say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the smokes of my cigarette hid me well. you didn't notice i was there, didn't you? why should i always be the one to approach you now? i was studying. i was supposed to study. but you. you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-488318152392783087?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/488318152392783087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=488318152392783087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/488318152392783087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dear, miggy chavez is art but art is not miggy chavez. alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, i've been drinking again for the past two weeks. it started when bitoy came here to manila for SUMI. ayun. namiss ko yung alak. alak is friend. alak is love. hindi ako natulog dito sa bahay 2 days straight, umuwi lang ako para magligo. that's a record. usually i'd get homesick if i stayed out of this comfort zone for more than 18 hours. i planned to spend the night in FA with friends during SUMI and watch zi bands play and drink and camwhore but the event was just plain boring so tipay and i went for plan B--drink 1 on 1 in her place. at least doon sa kanila may pulutan at videoke at beer ang iniinom. hindi brandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck brandy. i mean, yeah. i kinda owe brandy a lot for increasing the heights of my alcohol tolerance but as time went on, empi and grandma were beginning to taste like medicine to me. beer pa rin. kaya ayun. beer belly. di lang yan. lumalakas na naman ang pagyoyosi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nauuso na ang facebook dito sa pinas. inadd ako ng pinsan ko tapos inadd ako ng mga friends ko kahit hindi ko pina-alam sa kanila na may facebook ako. amazing! i get invites from my friends everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of days ago, thursday yata... nakigamit si tza ng kitchen. nagluto siya ng food para sa anniv nila ni rowen. aaaaaw. tapos ayun, since busy yata si rowen, dito sila sa bahay nagcelebrate ng anniversary. thirdwheel ako. hehe! nakisawsaw pa sa handa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakatuwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. eshei, tipay and i formed a new group. we are theeeeee chismax trio. don't frown upon us, or we'll frown upon you. labo. parang melanie marquez quotable quotes lang ah. shit ang lakas ng tawa ko! ang random ko mag-isip lately tapos bigla na lang ako tatawa mag-isa dahil lang sa sarili kong inside joke. siyempre siningit ko na kasi natawa talaga ako. kung na-corny-han ka, i'll frown upon you. wahahahaha! ayun tama na sa frown upon thingy before you frown upon me. tangina... ang corny ko. let's get back to the topic. nabasa ko sa reader's digest na healthy ang pagchichismis. so just this afternoon, my chismax buddies and i fertilized our brains with the juiciest chismax ever. our collection of gossips came straight from the people involved in the situations. we don't just make scoops, we actually witnessed every bit of detail of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo na. masama kami. pero hello. just to lighten up the mood, we'd rather turn the drama into an entertainment and we swore to each other that we will never speal the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun, dahil hindi lang kami ang mahilig sa chismis, na-hotseat ako kanina. hotseat na masaya. actually, sakin... kebs lang. hindi naman ako maiinis dahil gusto nila akong maging topic kasi ginagawa ko rin naman eh. hahaha! quits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4013475266904489461</id><published>2007-09-22T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:40:01.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEYOND GODLIIIIIIKE!!! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-4013475266904489461?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/4013475266904489461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=4013475266904489461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4013475266904489461'/><link 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alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RvAhQmwenQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l92li87fXUI/s400/wololong+492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't really listen to your music but i think you're hotter in person. this is my best shot of you so far. i can't believe i was standing just few inches from you while taking this shot. and yes, i was standing on the stage at that very moment. i should've grabbed you or kissed you instead of taking pictures of you coz you were so near. oh well. guess that should go to my long list of notes to self. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your new fan girl,&lt;br /&gt;bernice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;got lotsa update but i feel too illiterate right now to narrate everything that happened to me last week. i just uploaded some of SUMI pics in my multiply. i still need to resize around 400 more shots in photoshop one by one. does anyone know how to "mass resize" in photoshop? fudge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh yeah. my crush is a tall dork with a MANLY VOICE, as in muhnley. wahahahah! ok na yung dork. actually wala akong gustong baguhin sa kaniya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh yeah yeah yeah. jan k is so sweet. i wish everyone who borrows my dslr does the same thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111629370366008594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RvAn1GwenRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UOPLpftgfcQ/s400/wololong+047.jpg" border="0" /&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/16080788-3864641654231298547?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RvAhQmwenQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l92li87fXUI/s72-c/wololong+492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-2706186662320675931</id><published>2007-09-14T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:46.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sino asawa ni mr. bean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RupmKSTQhDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lwh695xzKa4/s1600-h/mr-bean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110009054102586418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RupmKSTQhDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lwh695xzKa4/s400/mr-bean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; edi si abrila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RupmCCTQhCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sC1JUru_xE0/s1600-h/avril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110008912368665634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RupmCCTQhCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sC1JUru_xE0/s400/avril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; abrila bean! wenx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ang korni pero bumenta siya sakin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a more than a dozen dvd's this afternoon after picking up zi tickets in megamall. st francis square is the shiznit! it's like quiapo only cleaner and nearer. yey! got july delpy's three colours kaso white and blue lang yung meron sila. wala yung red. oorder pa lang daw sila. i also found yellow, offside, opal dream and little britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy. bukas after exams, uuwi ako kaagad para panuorin lahat ng mga pinamili ko unless... unless... unless... sheeesh. i'm confused. at this point, i don't know which is plan b. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi rin. hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-2706186662320675931?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/2706186662320675931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=2706186662320675931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2706186662320675931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2706186662320675931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/09/sino-asawa-ni-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RupmKSTQhDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lwh695xzKa4/s72-c/mr-bean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-416152639171955199</id><published>2007-09-10T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:37:40.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maadneeeeessssss!!!</title><content type='html'>wiiiiiih! i just ordered a polaroid! sa pasko, fish eye lomo naman. suhweeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in zi uh-ther news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinikilig na naman ako. parang ewan. wahahaha! sheeeeesh... wiiiiiiiiiiiiih! hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;kay saya saya... whatever will be... will be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-416152639171955199?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/416152639171955199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=416152639171955199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/416152639171955199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/416152639171955199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/09/wiiiiiih-i-just-ordered-polaroid-for.html' title='maadneeeeessssss!!!'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4194643607704628718</id><published>2007-09-09T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:47.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spread zi word!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RuPbCoOCM7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wtMaKPUEndk/s1600-h/_p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108167240570778546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RuPbCoOCM7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wtMaKPUEndk/s400/_p1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i suggest ya'll come! it'll be really fun. see yah there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YOOOOOW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You want nothing to do with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YOOOOOW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You want nothing to do with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AAAAAAAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know what to do with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Cause YOOOOOW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't know what you do to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby is this love for real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me in your arms to feel--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the beating of your heart baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The beating of your heart baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Beating hearts baby...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby is this love for real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Beating hearts baby...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me in your arms to feel--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Beating hearts baby...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;your beating heart baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Beating hearts baby...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The beating of your heart baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Boy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You really got your hold on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You really got your hold on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You gotta get away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Cause you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You want nothing to do with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In spite of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;even out of view,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;still I love all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I.. I do. Yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-beating hearts baby, &lt;em&gt;head automatica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*it's supposed to be "girl". inedit ko... hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-4194643607704628718?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/4194643607704628718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=4194643607704628718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4194643607704628718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4194643607704628718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/09/spread-zi-word.html' title='spread zi word!'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RuPbCoOCM7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wtMaKPUEndk/s72-c/_p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-2532782807234390435</id><published>2007-09-09T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T02:47:10.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>outnumbered. yun lang naman yung dahilan eh kaya pasensyahan na lang tayo. ahihi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-2532782807234390435?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/2532782807234390435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=2532782807234390435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2532782807234390435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2532782807234390435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/09/outnumbered.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-3957231260056053577</id><published>2007-09-08T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:04:52.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna fight 'em all&lt;br /&gt;A seven nation army couldn't hold me back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seven nation army, &lt;em&gt;the white stripes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M STRONG!&lt;/strong&gt; that's why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-3957231260056053577?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/3957231260056053577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=3957231260056053577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/3957231260056053577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/3957231260056053577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-7200211941150642759</id><published>2007-09-05T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T07:29:36.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pormamanila.multiply.com/photos/album/11/Aug_07"&gt;clicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-7200211941150642759?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/7200211941150642759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=7200211941150642759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7200211941150642759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7200211941150642759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/09/ayan-wahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-3593024556653887968</id><published>2007-09-03T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T12:47:05.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>naalala ko lang bigla. masaya ang araw ko ngayon kasi me isa pa pala akong crush. kaklase ko sa natsci2. habang naglalakad ako sa loob ng AS, inabutan niya ako ng flyer. nagiinvite ng mga estudyante na willing na magdonate ng dugo. ano ba yun. nakakainis kasi nakaheadset ako tapos full volume pa. wahahahahahahaha! di ko tuloy narinig sinabi niya. argh! wrong timing talaga. sana sinulat niya phone number niya sa flyer na inabot niya sakin. wenx. wahahahahaha! nevertheless kinilig pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang, hindi siya pumasok ng natsci2. siguro hindi pa ubos yung flyer na pinapamigay niya wahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;present lahat ng crushes ko kanina. sa susunod magrorole call na ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-3593024556653887968?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/3593024556653887968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=3593024556653887968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/3593024556653887968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/3593024556653887968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/09/naalala-ko-lang-bigla.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-7793296576220714261</id><published>2007-09-03T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T12:13:48.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>buti pa ang paranaque may b.f.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-ang dating kumalat na joke na bentang benta sa akin noon. wenks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird talaga minsan ang mga prof. kanina bago matapos ang arkiyoloji1:&lt;br /&gt;sir: exam niyo na sa thursday.&lt;br /&gt;some student: sir may readings po ba?&lt;br /&gt;sir: meron andun na sa xerox-an sa labas. pero pang next exam yun.&lt;br /&gt;some student: eh sir yung para sa thursday?&lt;br /&gt;sir: wala.&lt;br /&gt;some student: pano yun?&lt;br /&gt;sir: madali lang kung nakinig kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. siguro maghuhukay kami kaya madali lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird prof #2, sa natsci2, yung bio part&lt;br /&gt;ma'am: ayoko ng mic at ng powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;students: ... %$^%$*&amp;%#$^!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama yan ma'am. kayo ang magiging dahilan kung bumagsak ang mga naka-upo sa likod. mahusay. akalain mo sa isang sem eh nagtetake-up ako ng dalawang bio 1 at ni minsan hindi ako nag-enjoy sa lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit dalawang bio1 ang tinetake-up ko sa isang sem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kulang ako ng dalawang math, science and technology na subjects at dahil sa desperado na ako na makakuha ng minors, pinatulan ko ang bio1. gusto ko sana matapos ang certificate course ngayong sem. kinuha ko rin ang nat sci 2... obviously, wala na akong paki sa course description noon. ang sakin lang eh makumpleto ko lang ang MST, good na ako. mahirap pumili ng subjects twing enrollment dahil agawan... meron akong mahigit isang libong ka-agaw. kaya basta may available slots sa isang subject, papatulan ko na. ayun, ang pangit pala kasi yung fun part lang ng natsci2 ay yung geology. yung bio... oh gad! ngayon ko lang napagtanto na ang biology ay ang pinaka-ayaw akong branch ng science. whadaheck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung sabagay. pag nakita kong tungkol sa mga hayop ang pinapalabas sa national geographic channel, nililipat ko kaagad. parang sa starworld or etc, kung seinfeld na, ililipat ko na yung channel dahil nakokornihan ako kay seinfeld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina lang ako naka-inom ulit sa labas. nakakatamad kasi lumayo ng bahay. umuwi ako ng mga 20:32. naduling/na-dyslexic ako, akala ko 22:30. pero inaantok na rin kasi ako eh. saka parang sobrang pagod ako kaya ok lang. masaya naman pero weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro pumunta na lang ako dun dahil hindi ako nakasama sa lakad noong sabado. subconciously, siguro gusto kong bumawi. nakakasawa ng uminom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko ng umuuwi ng late. late na ang 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;ayoko na ng lasa ng hard. beer pwede pa pero ayoko pa rin uminom. sa isang araw, solve na ako sa 2 bote.&lt;br /&gt;yosi lang ang constant sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama si aivan, hindi naman talaga ako pala-inom. hindi rin naman talaga ako madalas mag-party. hindi naman talaga ako yun eh. peer pressure nga naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan. basta ang alam ko, ibang klaseng comfort ang nakukuha ko kapag mag-isa ako sa bahay. minsan nakakaiinip pero mas gusto kong mainip sa bahay kesa uminom sa labas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-7793296576220714261?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/7793296576220714261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=7793296576220714261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7793296576220714261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7793296576220714261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/09/buti-pa-ang-paranaque-may-b.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6896909526188419942</id><published>2007-09-01T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:47.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>booyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RtnCO4OCM5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/gdZrG-QFs5U/s1600-h/artfair+044edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105325213466375058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RtnCO4OCM5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/gdZrG-QFs5U/s400/artfair+044edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105326622215648162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RtnDg4OCM6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/M1bblQU5MTI/s400/paparazzi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*bernice--trying to pull off a paparazzi shot in artfair*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis. nagsystem maintainance ang friendster. excited pa naman ako magupload ng pictures doon. but anyhooos, the day was generally fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tipay texted me this morning and asked me if i could come with her to FA's artfair called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP with art&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't believe McCann came up with such a lame title for an event. hello! McCann! earth to McCann! what were you guys thinking??? you can do better than that!&lt;/span&gt;) to see how her oddballs were doing. and so...we went there together and found our college crowded with mostly rich people because we all know that rich people were always the only ones who'd usually bother to buy artsy novelty stuff like paintings, scultpures and so on... i just don't know where to categorize the other artsy stuff i saw there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;while checking out teh artsy stuff, a girl approached us and asked us if she could take photos of us for her &lt;a href="http://pormamanila.multiply.com/"&gt;porma manila website&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*blushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* ayun. we posed. i have no idea how i looked in the picture coz she didn't show it. instead, she distracted us by making us sign in her list of zi people who perhaps to her qualified as fashionistas. suhweeeet! my ego went whoooaaaa! tipay and i felt like celebrities in an instant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;to keep up with the day long "feeling like we're celebrity" status, we asked conch to take paparazzi shots of us. hence, the pictures above. i have more pictures which will be uploaded in my multiply account anytime soon. in the mean time, ito na lang muna!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"aba naka-dress"&lt;br /&gt;-sir tats, kanina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i was shy as always so sabi ko na lang "hehe!" but deep inside i was saying something like "sir, you have no idea who you're talking to. i'm the next big thing"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;fine. ignore me. i'm being a gobshite again. i better end this coz it's going nowhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-6896909526188419942?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/6896909526188419942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=6896909526188419942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6896909526188419942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6896909526188419942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/09/booyah.html' title='booyah'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RtnCO4OCM5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/gdZrG-QFs5U/s72-c/artfair+044edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-7247001061870771826</id><published>2007-08-31T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:47.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i almost forgot but i guess it's never too late to greet you.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY DEAR EARSPIERCED DOT BLOGSPOT DOT COM!!! i got som'n for yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104908876516569986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RthHk4OCM4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/MWfFUMuyoC8/s400/321.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehehe! pambawe. kung tao ka lang at sobrang close natin dahil marami tayong na-share, malamang nagtampo ka na at nagdadramahan na tayo ngayon. sheeesh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocks. i know it's kinda late for this. i'm deeply sorry. please accept my apologies. :) kasi naman eh... akalain mo namang binisita ako ng mga kaibigan ko bigla. hmmmm... lagi na naman akong may bisita sa bahay. perhaps 1017 is back in business. NAAAAT! wahahahaha! nagkataon lang na sabay sabay silang pumunta dito. that was just one of those once-in-a-while's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't like this place? time slows down when you're in 1017 and it speeds up as soon as you get out of it so you could catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun tuloy nakalimutan kong magprepare ng something para kay dear bloggie. i'll do it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kanina nanuod kami ng big fish. ilang beses ko na napanuod yun pero ngayon ko lang narinig yung tagalog script sa film. uuuy! trivia! at ngayon lang din ako naiyak sa film. labo. naintindihan ko naman siya dati pero hindi ako naiyak. ngayon ko lang naramdaman yung lungkot. labo talaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-7247001061870771826?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/7247001061870771826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=7247001061870771826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7247001061870771826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7247001061870771826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-almost-forgot-i-guess-its-never-too.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RthHk4OCM4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/MWfFUMuyoC8/s72-c/321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-9103226034054963741</id><published>2007-08-30T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:05:36.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unidentical</title><content type='html'>hmmm... kambal daw crushes ko sa arkiyo 1. as in yung si arkiyo crush at si cute &lt;s&gt;friend&lt;/s&gt; twin of arkiyo crush. huh?! wtf! ewan. maniniwala ba ako? narinig ko lang kanina sa mga groupmates nila. absent daw kasi yung magrerepresent sa group nila. tapos sabi nung isa, ang hilig magmura nung dalawang yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weh di nga? nahiya naman ako magtanong sa groupmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamang eavesdrop. yun na lang. hmmm... twin hot caucaisan-asians. sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-9103226034054963741?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/9103226034054963741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=9103226034054963741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/9103226034054963741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/9103226034054963741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/unidentical.html' title='unidentical'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-1729096260612532904</id><published>2007-08-28T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:48.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;august 27 was one of the happiest day so far in this month. i recommend everyone who reads this to watch these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RtRKZYOCM1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/YE430ImXkmU/s1600-h/reservoir+dogs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103786077576115026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RtRKZYOCM1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/YE430ImXkmU/s400/reservoir+dogs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Directed by Quentin Tarantino.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103786326684218210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RtRKn4OCM2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/S-I7bOG7Q2Q/s400/paris_seni_seviyorum.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Directed by&lt;br /&gt;Olivier Assayas&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Quartier des Enfants Rouges")&lt;br /&gt;Frédéric Auburtin&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Quartier Latin") (transitions)&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel Benbihy&lt;br /&gt;(transitions)&lt;br /&gt;Gurinder Chadha&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Quais de Seine")&lt;br /&gt;Sylvain Chomet&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Tour Eiffel")&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Coen&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Tuileries")&lt;br /&gt;Joel Coen&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Tuileries")&lt;br /&gt;Isabel Coixet&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Bastille")&lt;br /&gt;Wes Craven&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Père-Lachaise")&lt;br /&gt;Alfonso Cuarón&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Parc Monceau")&lt;br /&gt;Gérard Depardieu&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Quartier Latin")&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Doyle&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Porte de Choisy")&lt;br /&gt;Richard LaGravenese&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Pigalle")&lt;br /&gt;Vincenzo Natali&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Quartier de la Madeleine")&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Payne&lt;br /&gt;(segment "14th arrondissement")&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Podalydès&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Montmartre")&lt;br /&gt;Walter Salles&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Loin du 16ème")&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Schmitz&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Place des Fêtes")&lt;br /&gt;Nobuhiro Suwa&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Place des Victoires")&lt;br /&gt;Daniela Thomas&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Loin du 16ème")&lt;br /&gt;Tom Tykwer&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Faubourg Saint-Denis")&lt;br /&gt;Gus Van Sant&lt;br /&gt;(segment "Le Marais")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103787215742448498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RtRLboOCM3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/QQj9WzR7ZHE/s400/2days+in+paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Directed by Julie Delpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;'spent the whole day inside cinema 6 from 1230pm-730pm in gateway. i would only go out at the end of each film to buy food and ticket and smoke. shux. talk about movie marathon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh yeah. i finally came up with an idea for thesis. it's so ambitious that i really need to start it NOW. hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-1729096260612532904?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/1729096260612532904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=1729096260612532904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1729096260612532904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1729096260612532904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-27-was-one-of-happiest-day-so.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RtRKZYOCM1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/YE430ImXkmU/s72-c/reservoir+dogs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-2237848541555309444</id><published>2007-08-26T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:19:37.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kinalbo ng salonpas ang balbon kong batok. makinis na siya ngayon. hahaha! sa susunod, sa kilikili ko ilalagay ang salonpas. di joke lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;malapit na ang august 31! oh my fucking G! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyhoos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tza and i watched persepolis in gateway this afternoon. it's a french animation directed by marjane satrapi and vincent paronnoud (prolly the french word for paranoid hehe! joke lang! oo na corny). the 95 minute artsy fartsy film won a special jury prize in zi 9th cinemanila international film festival coz it's shiznit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gonna watch more artsy fartsy films tomorrow. gotta sink myself in the artsy fartsy and hollywood-y films so i could get ideas for my future thesis. gotta immerse myself in culture and current issues more. gotta read more advertising and other course related books more. gotta think more hardcore than ever about my thesis coz it has to be something that's gonna make the pannel worship me coz im zi viscomm goddess. heheh! joke lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but yeah. i really need to work on it as early as now because i have an extra year to work on my thesis--an advantage i got over my batchmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alright. i know. i'm quite cocky and over-confident as if i'm really going to bag that best thesis award in 2009. i should get my ass moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;must. come. up. with. a. hardcore. thesis. proposal. next. year. f*ck. must utilize this extra year instead of doing absolutely nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;other than thesis shiz-fucking-nit-ness, tza and i were inspired to design shirts and sell them. yeah! it's beeznez. that's what me's talkin about. all we need is zi magical printing machine... and perhaps the photoshop/jpeg files of our design-to-shirt magic know hows. there. and we're ready to set off and sky-rocket the sales. hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dream big as they'd say and there, i'm dreaming damn big. i'm not going to be a bum after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hardly filled my tummy with booze. i was walking in my college's parking lot when i heard someone shouted "BERNICE! ANG LAKI NA NG BEER BELLY MO!!!" to which i replied "wait till you see me next month bitch". di joke lang. i was actually embarrased coz one everyone knows what a beer belly looks like so they all turned to look at me coz apparently i'm the only one there who has it and two, finally they all knew me not only by face but also by name now... and of course, the signature beer belly. the horror!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i swear, people, i'll be skinnier the next time you see me. i'll be vitoria beckham skinny. with the victoria beckham emo bob and of course, victoria beckham posh-ness. friends and acquiatances would call my name and i'd go like "ugh... do i know you?" in an uberkaduper sexeh voice. watch out people! hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dream big as they'd say and there, i'm dreaming damn big. i'm not going to be a bum after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haven't watched almost famous. it's in my must watch list (if anyone has a copy of it, please please please lend me!) so i went to this shiznit site called imdb dot com and found a part of the script that was somewhat striking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lester Bangs: Aw, man. You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you. They want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Miller: Well, it was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lester Bangs: They make you feel cool. And hey. I met you. You are not cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Miller: I know. Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lester Bangs: That's because we're uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Good-looking people don't have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we're smarter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Miller: I can really see that now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lester Bangs: Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love... and let's face it, you got a big head start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Miller: I'm glad you were home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lester Bangs: I'm always home. I'm uncool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Miller: Me too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lester Bangs: The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we're uncool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Miller: I feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lester Bangs: My advice to you. I know you think those guys are your friends. You wanna be a true friend to them? Be honest, and unmerciful.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wala lang.&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/16080788-2237848541555309444?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/2237848541555309444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=2237848541555309444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2237848541555309444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2237848541555309444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/kinalbo-ng-salonpas-ang-balbon-kong.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-1888666510244974665</id><published>2007-08-25T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T03:05:35.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's censor your faces. or better yet delete them.&lt;br /&gt;i hate anything that reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i have to sell memories in a garage sale. you can come and buy the stuff we shared if you don't want to see everything being thrown away or deleted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-1888666510244974665?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/1888666510244974665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=1888666510244974665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1888666510244974665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1888666510244974665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-censor-your-faces.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-2614965714086512293</id><published>2007-08-24T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:49.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;10 years ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rs72DYOCMyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3MK_AFtCxu8/s1600-h/764_765_Spice_Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102285965758706466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rs72DYOCMyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3MK_AFtCxu8/s400/764_765_Spice_Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;recently ( i suppose)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102286481154782002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rs72hYOCMzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AvWbHsBDfG4/s400/xinsrc_1720604282118500413210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;nagparebond si scary spice. whatthe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nauna na magcosplay ang mga caucasians...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102287825479545666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rs73voOCM0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/_S5CgK6HbaA/s400/spicegirlsfake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait till you see us hahahahahahahahahahahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-2614965714086512293?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/2614965714086512293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=2614965714086512293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2614965714086512293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2614965714086512293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/10-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rs72DYOCMyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3MK_AFtCxu8/s72-c/764_765_Spice_Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-1114756968393332379</id><published>2007-08-24T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:55:07.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby spice- conch&lt;br /&gt;ginger spice- tza&lt;br /&gt;posh spice- me (hahahahah! ako nagsimula nito kaya ako ang may higit na karapatan na pumili kung sino ang i-cocosplay ko)&lt;br /&gt;scary spice- trixee pero di pa namin siya nakakausap about it. so tentative pa yan.&lt;br /&gt;sporty- pumayag na si aivan! wahooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napag-usapan namin na icocosplay namin to isang araw sa FA tapos gagawa di kami ng music video ng wannabe at stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-7696064510785977080</id><published>2007-08-23T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T03:49:48.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have so much plan for today that will make a good helluvan improvement foh shoh</title><content type='html'>but something stopped me--my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up around nine. moved my pillows and ouch. with just a small effort i excerted, an agonizing pain from my neck tortured my whole body and kept me from moving. blinking perhaps was the only thing i could do at that moment. it's the only movement that didn't cause me pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried going back to sleep but heck my neck and head (this time) feels awkward coz i cant find a comfortable position for them to rest. after about an hour, i finally felt thirsty, hungry and icky. i wanted to take a bath but i cant figure out how to get water with the tabo that will not make me scream in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i did anyway but m not gonna tell you how because it's funny and too complicated and weird to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i feel. i still feel. i feel like someone punched my neck. pucha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now the back of my neck is salonpas clad and between that salonpas and my epidermis is a think layer of some balm my tita bought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd im bored. i wanted to attend class so bad. i miss doing plates. i miss cramming. i miss writing papers. the only thing that keeps me sane right now is the internet and the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fuck it! i can't play volleyball with a neck like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i wanna cosplay spice girls (cosplay daw hahaha! mukhang tao pa rin eh noh). i'll be posh spice. i'll look for 4 other girls who're as interested as i am. then we'll remake stop and wannabe music video wahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-7696064510785977080?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/7696064510785977080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=7696064510785977080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7696064510785977080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7696064510785977080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-so-much-plan-in-my-lifes-today.html' title='i have so much plan for today that will make a good helluvan improvement foh shoh'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-929004308561678077</id><published>2007-08-22T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T05:29:44.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this october.&lt;br /&gt;i'll fly away.&lt;br /&gt;leave every painful memories behind.&lt;br /&gt;and come back here stronger, wiser and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-929004308561678077?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/929004308561678077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=929004308561678077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/929004308561678077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/929004308561678077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-october.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-8739475245153078042</id><published>2007-08-21T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T18:16:36.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>health is wealth</title><content type='html'>i've been devious for more than a year now. but this month's been weird for me. UBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quit gambling, i cut down my daily dosage of alcohol and surprisingly, i can't even finish half the pack of my cigs. two days ago, i smoked only ONE STICK of yosi and there was even a time when i didn't drink at all for two weeks. come ooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't force myself to do it. healthy living never crossed my mind since 3rd year highschool. &lt;em&gt;bitch kasi yung landlady&lt;/em&gt; (i actually invented a new word just now, she's not a landlady, she's a &lt;strong&gt;landbitch&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;em&gt;ang damot sa pagkain&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly the changes in my system were a bit drastic for me. quiting my vices was supposedly a long term plan--as in two years from now but since this is more of a natural process, i'd prolly go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i said i'm not going to throw a partey in my house anymore and yeah...1017 will never be the same again but i never said (that i love you-sam milby, di joke lang... commercial break... i just want to quote him) that i'm not going to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG DIFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY AT THE SAME TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's funnier? claro, the only dude i know in fa who knows how to play volleyball damn good, went up to me and asked me if i play volleyball and that if i wanna play for fa. shox. i'm scared and interested at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want people to watch my games. no! not even my brothah. hahahahaha! i was only up for the free jersey and free work-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work out!!!&lt;br /&gt;work out!?!&lt;br /&gt;work-fucking-out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason why health related stuff suddenly popped out infront me out of nowhere. "fate" and the people around me wanted to tell me that i need a proper diet and work out so badly because my beer belly isn't hide-able anymore. it would still stick out from my torso even if i don't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from now on i shall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep early-- as in 10.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;eat nutritious food (grow, go and glow!) *wenks&lt;br /&gt;play volleyball alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok na sakin kahit benchwarmer ako, yung practice lang habol ko hindi fame. and besides hindi naman talaga MVP material ang skills ko, marunong lang talaga ako maglaro at hindi ako magaling. kulang lang talaga ang college namin sa athletes kaya kukunin talaga nila ako at sasali na ako para naman may magawa akong mabuti ngayong sem at para magkaroon naman na ako ng silbe sa lipunan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink beer occasionally&lt;br /&gt;drink 8 glasses of water&lt;br /&gt;and since i'll be an athlete (aw finally!) any time soon, i'll limit my yosi-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-8739475245153078042?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/8739475245153078042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=8739475245153078042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8739475245153078042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8739475245153078042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/health-is-wealth.html' title='health is wealth'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4249778567841208927</id><published>2007-08-20T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:50.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RsmKVYOCMnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pyXBwaAgYZ0/s1600-h/lomosab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100760152856998514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RsmKVYOCMnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pyXBwaAgYZ0/s400/lomosab1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more pictures and updates soooooooon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-4249778567841208927?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/4249778567841208927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=4249778567841208927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4249778567841208927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4249778567841208927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-pictures-and-updates-soooooooon.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RsmKVYOCMnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pyXBwaAgYZ0/s72-c/lomosab1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-239246383950436246</id><published>2007-08-17T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:03:01.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>di ko mahanap yun bravenet html ko. di ko alam tuloy kung ilang hits na ako after 2 years. shit man. anyway... iniimbatahan ko lahat ng mga nakakaintidi ng tagalog na bisitahin ang blog ko sa aug 31... samahan niyo ako at ang blog ko i-celebrate ang birthday ng blog ko. :) labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-239246383950436246?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/239246383950436246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=239246383950436246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/239246383950436246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/239246383950436246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/di-ko-mahanap-yun-bravenet-html-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-130634038168312336</id><published>2007-08-16T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:53:04.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess what?</title><content type='html'>my blog will be celebrating its birthday on august 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there... to all loyal visitors, thank you so much for making it a point to drop by at this site for 2 years. yeah! you've been checking on earspierced dot blogspot dot com for 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stalking/checking up on me has been part of your cyber routine for 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paulit ulit na lang sinasabi ko eh noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really! im so glad i was able to keep a blog this long. you know... unlike gunshotbaby dot LJ dot com. it was dead a long long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and and and and my blogspot entries are way cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there again (haha!) i hope you, my loyal blog readers, enjoyed reading my entries as much as i enjoyed writing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-130634038168312336?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/130634038168312336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=130634038168312336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/130634038168312336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/130634038168312336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/guess-what.html' title='guess what?'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6423178445198547749</id><published>2007-08-14T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:51.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bumming and camwhoring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RsH4GovI-CI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cScs5g53mv4/s1600-h/friends3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098629046058154018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RsH4GovI-CI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cScs5g53mv4/s400/friends3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *tza and rowen*teh fifth wheel niyahaha!*jank and conch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RsH2AIvI-BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XfmBFqQaG8g/s1600-h/friends2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098626735365748754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RsH2AIvI-BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XfmBFqQaG8g/s400/friends2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *conch, bitoy (all the way from lipa!), bernice in FA*bernice, jan k and conch in tomato kick*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RsH0w4vI-AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RsmzKz-UFcw/s1600-h/friends1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098625373861115906" 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type='text'>baduy</title><content type='html'>about 10 years ago, i heard this feel song playing on the radio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISLANDS IN THE STREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dolly parton and kenny rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, when I met you there was peace unknown&lt;br /&gt;I set out to get you with a fine tooth comb&lt;br /&gt;I was soft inside, there was somethin going on&lt;br /&gt;You do something to me that I cant explain&lt;br /&gt;Hold me closer and I feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;Every beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;We got somethin goin on&lt;br /&gt;Tender love is blind&lt;br /&gt;It requires a dedication&lt;br /&gt;All this love we feel&lt;br /&gt;Needs no conversation&lt;br /&gt;We ride it together, ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Makin love with each other, ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Islands in the stream&lt;br /&gt;That is what we are&lt;br /&gt;No one in-between&lt;br /&gt;How can we be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Sail away with me to another world&lt;br /&gt;And we rely on each other, ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;From one lover to another, ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant live without you if the love was gone&lt;br /&gt;Everything is nothin if you got no one&lt;br /&gt;And you did walk in tonight&lt;br /&gt;Slowly loosen sight of the real thing&lt;br /&gt;But that wont happen to us and we got no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Too deep in love and we got no way out&lt;br /&gt;And the message is clear&lt;br /&gt;This could be the year for the real thing&lt;br /&gt;No more will you cry&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I will hurt you never&lt;br /&gt;We start and end as one, in love forever&lt;br /&gt;We can ride it together, ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Makin love with each other, ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheezeeeey. nyahaha! mr indonesian dj would play it every morning, leaving me an LSS which faded sometime when backstreet boys, spice girls, code red, hanson and other 90's pop artists came into the scene. perhaps that was the only time when my parents finally decided to get a cable for our tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger, i studied in a school-ful of indians and all they played was that annoying "made in india" song (yep, that's the title, apparently it's their version of noypi or that pinoy big brother soundtrack... i'm not sure... the only part i could understand was &lt;em&gt;made in indiyoooh&lt;/em&gt;) on school fairs. at home, dad would play his songs on a loud volume. that's the only time i could hear something different apart from the listening to the radio our driver would tune in on my way to school which explains why i'm not familiar with most of the songs of the early 90's. MTV came into my life quite late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was MTV, airing the most recent music videos of the most recent songs on MTV fresh and yeah, i used to hate MTV classics... it bored me like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... but... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm downloading dad and old driver's songs in limewire. sheesh... and i will put those on my playlist... hihihi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeeezaz! things change nga naman. back then i never expected that i'd still want to listen to toto, christopher cross, carpenters and air supply! you gotta love air supply! nyahaha! and four non-blondes! wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wololong. they reminded me of my childhood. and indonesia of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-1341632707095407527?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/1341632707095407527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=1341632707095407527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1341632707095407527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1341632707095407527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/baduy.html' title='baduy'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-5690753040261787143</id><published>2007-08-12T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:52.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wuss--the new favorite word</title><content type='html'>my cousins went over just this saturday and played tong-its with me out of boredom. i sort of didn't get their tong-its version like that draw and stuff. i didn't "draw"... instead, i made them bow before me coz im the queen of gambling. di joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just lucky that day i guess. i won 70 pesos which was enough to sustain my needs the next day. good thing i gambled my last 20. medyo hesitant pa ako magsugal nung una kasi baka matalo edi lalo akong nawalan ng pera. nyahaha! so there. savvy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was unusually fun. i slept the whole day. yeah! sleeping is fun coz my dream was shiznit. can't recall but i remember waking up happy and hyper. woke up around 1130pm. used this pc by 2 something something a.m. should be studying but i was distracted by friendster and other stuff in the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started studying around 4 when jan k buzzed me over ym and told me that he can't take it anymore. haha! he said he felt so sleepy and couldn't study any longer. aaaaw poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... at least he studied. sabi pa niya puntahan ko siya sa FA ng lunch time para ireview ko daw siya. seems like he's more determined in passing the exam than i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, we ended up playing literati. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rr-IjovI9_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/v86ckaw6nvI/s1600-h/games5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097943449018628082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rr-IjovI9_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/v86ckaw6nvI/s400/games5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; natalo ako kasi naman yung mga napunta saking vowels and consonants. parang ewan. as if makakabuo. sa simula lang ok. akin yung side, scorn, spell, spins, wuss, may and dose. puro "s" eh noh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-5690753040261787143?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/5690753040261787143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=5690753040261787143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5690753040261787143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5690753040261787143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/wuss-new-favorite-word.html' title='wuss--the new favorite word'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rr-IjovI9_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/v86ckaw6nvI/s72-c/games5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-5540321879422281775</id><published>2007-08-09T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:38:36.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up around 230. checked my phone and read 10 new text messages. got a phone call from my tita, she's "monitoring" my health condition but she called only once. monitoring daw. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been doing anything since the week started other than watching tv. for the record, i watched 5 movies in HBO straight: harry potter and the goblet of fire, stand by me, girl interrupted, monster in law and must love dawgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i wasn't able to concentrate on watching stand by me coz conch made me go online to join a conference in YM with 6 other friends. i told them i was watching and they went like "hey listen to this"... "this is a song for you" and their funny message threads distracted me. they're planning to drink tomorrow from morning till the next day here in my place coz it's fuhriiidaaaay. unfortunately, deo allowed us to use this place only til 10pm and he doesn't want visitors in the morning. i don't know why. maybe he's bringing his girlfriend home, again. sheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess 1017 will never be the same and yeah. i kinda like it this way... well, somewhat... i'm trying to go back to my old self--someone who's private, reserved, subtle, levelheaded, and a loner (just can't find a better word). i'd hang out with friends by day and spend the whole night with my brother or do something to keep myself preoccupied. that was me and that's what i should be doing. life had always been better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being around with people who's not even part of my family 24/7 isn't my cup of tea. i'd still drink with friends and hang out with them but i'll make it a point to spare myself a "me-time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron akong naisip na sobrang okay na poem kanina pero di ko nasulat kasi busy ako manuod ng girl interrupted kaya nakalimutan ko na. shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-5540321879422281775?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/5540321879422281775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=5540321879422281775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5540321879422281775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5540321879422281775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/woke-up-around-230.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-1893962478417993264</id><published>2007-08-06T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T02:40:15.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! OMG! OMG!</title><content type='html'>i saw arkiyo crush and his cute friend a while ago and i was finally able to approach him!!! OMG! OMG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ito ba yung readings na ipapaxerox?&lt;br /&gt;him: oo. yan yung readings natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahihihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang saya ko inspired na ako mag-aral sa bio 1. may exam ako bukas. sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-1893962478417993264?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/1893962478417993264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=1893962478417993264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1893962478417993264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1893962478417993264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG! OMG! OMG!'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-5992387831475947835</id><published>2007-08-04T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:11:08.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched the simpons with my friends this afternoon. we left my house around 430'ish to catch that 510 screening in gateway and went home around 8. guess it's too early for a saturday night but i'm liking this home-before-10pm-thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neck feels wobbly. siguro masyado akong bigay na bigay magheadbang with that loud music in my MP3 player while looking in the mirror coz i think my hair looks cooler after a 5 minute headbang. yun lang talaga, parang wobbly yung leeg ko. the muscles in my neck's probably stretched to its limits. but who cares? i have a cool hair now. nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning to shoot this monday and i really really really hope the weather cooperates. wala lang. i want to add stuff for my portfolio and for once, i should (or must) use it for something more serious. lagi na lang camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should start drawing too. ang tagal ko ng di nagdodrawing. nauso kasi photoshop eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-5992387831475947835?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/5992387831475947835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=5992387831475947835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5992387831475947835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5992387831475947835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/watched-simpons-with-my-friends-this.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-7359753925513568701</id><published>2007-08-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:49:02.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brainfart</title><content type='html'>hay. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, kahit na "bum" ako, naging preoccupied din naman ako with little things. di siya ganun kaimportante pero instead of doing nothing at all, i'd say pwede na rin yung mga pinaggagagawa ko. nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, thursday is crush day. i'm ugh... psychologically busy on thursday. my brain deviced so many plans on how to approach arkio crush. malamang cross out na yung "anong group ka sa reporting?" pick up line kasi nagreport na siya when i was about to do it. shox. good thing marami pa akong alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si hot girl arkio crush naman, i crush her coz i want to be as tall as her. slim like her. rich like her. and so on. but last monday, her hair was in an awkward length. she needs a trim. di ko na muna siya idol. buti pa siya nakakakausap niya si hot boy arkio crush. she's too tall and too old for you hot arkio boy! sakin ka na lang! nyahahahaha! mas bagay tayo. joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... san kaya ako lamang kay hot girl? well traveled ka rin ba? like me? ha? ha? ha? have you been to indonesia? hawaii? new york? new jersey? florida? singapore? nagtransit ka na ba sa malaysia? canada? nyahahaha! sabay napuntahan niya lahat yun. pati yung mga dream vacations ko like europe, australia, china and thailand. nyahaha! hmmm... so far, mas cool ang phone ko kaysa sa phone niya. dun lang ako lamang. nyahahaha! insecurities nga naman. obviously, mukha lang marami na akong napuntahan kasi inisa isa ko yung state sa US. nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong. i listen to the lectures every arkiyo class. it's just that sometimes i get distracted by hot arkiyo boy's presence. his friend is cute too and they usually sit next to each other. his friend has a car and he smokes after class. i haven't seen arkiyo crush smoking. stalker! nyahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time, may pop quiz bigla si sir tapos late ako. mahusay talaga ang ASP RM. ang sikip. masikip enough para mawalan ako ng poise sa twing naglalakad ako para maghanap ng upuan. and so. lakad lang. as if may magagawa ako. eh wala akong yellow pad. sobrang hindi handa. i was like WTF! lalabas na ba ako? buti na lang niligtas ako ni hot arkiyo girl. bigla niya akong inabutan ng papel. sabay paglingon ko, si hot boy crush din pala. fuck! gusto ko bigla ibalik kay hot arkiyo girl yung papel sabay banat ng "sorry mas gusto ko yung galing kay hot arkiyo boy. guys pa rin gusto ko". pero wala na. huli na ang lahat. ayan tuloy. inabot na lang ni hot arkiyo boy yung extra paper niya dun sa mas na-late pa sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at OO! PUMASA AKO SA QUIZ NYAHAHAHAHA! pero mas ok pa rin kung galing kay hot arkiyo boy ang papel. nyahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naalala ko bigla. nung first day of classes, hot arkiyo boy offered me a seat next to him. i saw his form five so i craned my neck i could read his name. unfortunately, my poor eyesight wasn't that much of help. i left my fucking glasses at home kasi nag-assume ako na wala akong gwapong classmate sa arkiyo. haaay! malay ko ba! i don't even know where that glasses is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos. my hopes soared when my prof asked everyone in the class to stay for another five minutes coz he needed to distribute the classcard and check his class list... so my ears suddenly went uber sensitive. mas sensitive pa sa pandinig ng aso. i was discreetly (or not discreetly) looking at him and listening to my prof calling the students. sadly, my prof's voice wasn't loud enough. ang dinig ko lang tuloy michael or nigel. di pa siya kumuha ng class cards noon kasi di siya pa siya bayad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDI AKO STALKER! HINDI AKO STALKER! CURIOUS LANG! NYAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. feeling ko minsan 6 lang talaga ang tao sa classroom. si male arkiyo crush, yung friend niya, si female arkiyo crush, si cecille, yung prof at ako. yung iba epal. multo. wallflower. nyahahaha! nakikita din kaya nung 5 kong mga kasama yung others? nyahahaha! ako lang ba may 3rd eye? nyahahaha! di joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. the sem is almost ending. i need to make a move before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumadalas ang pagboblog ko ngayon kasi wala akong magawa and inspired at the same time. reading someone's blog has become a routine for me now. ang galing niya magsulat eh. idol. he can make a typical boring day entry sound so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, this entry wasn't supposed to be about crush. i was veering away from the initial outline. gaaaaaaaad. siguro kahit kayo nawala sa isipan niyo yung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so far, kahit na "bum" ako, naging preoccupied din naman ako with little things. di siya ganun kaimportante pero instead of doing nothing at all, i'd say pwede na rin yung mga pinaggagagawa ko."&lt;/em&gt; part. this whole shit was supposed to be about that. masyadong naemphasize sa arkiyo class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige for consistency's sake, i'll continue with &lt;em&gt;the little unecessary things i've been doing to keep preoccupied &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've been spending most of my money on photocopies of readings even if i don't really read them. there's just a magical feeling kasi... alam mo yun. as if papasa ako pag may kopya ako na ng readings. labo. pero ganun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napansin ko din. pag hindi ako nagpapakita sa FA, tumatagal yung isang kaha ng yosi ng 3 araw. akala ko malakas ako magyosi. di rin pala. buti naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in fa with tza, rio and ced. sabi ni ced yung germanium stone/rock ay nakakatanggal ng toxins sa katawan. may germanium bed na binebenta worth 120,000... may germanium stuff. i can't picture how it would probably look like. ano yun? as in the scientist(s) who invented it sprinkled germanium tid bits all over the bed? or can germanium be as soft as a pillow that you can actually make a king size bed out of it? nyahaha! tinatamad ako maggoogle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di lang germanium bed ang binebenta nila. meron din silang germanium belt worth 45grands. shiznit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron daw free trial ng germanium sa makati. free as in you can come back after your first session. gusto daw i-pakita ng mga korean inventors muna sa mga pinoy kung gaano ka-effective ito. at di lang pala sa pinas meron nito. worldwide na daw. kaya pala ang daming koreans dito sa pinas and all over the world! nyahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it work? papainitin daw muna yung germanium thingy tapos hihigaan mo siya. then you'll perspire... at kung first time ka, normal lang daw na mahilo ka or lagnatin or magka-rash. detox nga naman. isang araw lang naman daw maglalast yung side effect. pag balik mo uli, di ka na lalagnatin or whatever. ideally araw araw mo gagawin yun. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero syempre may catch. di basta papayag ang koreans na hihiga ka sa kanilang precious bed. kapalit ng libreng higa sa magic germanium bed, sasayaw ka bago humiga. pila kasi yun. so habang hindi mo turn humiga, sasayaw ka ng weird korean dance at sasabayan mo yan ng pagkanta ng weird korean song. may isang song pa nga na tagalized (tagalized! ngayon ko lang siya nabanggit ulit)... it goes something like "ang spinal na tuwid ay mabuti (di ko sure, malamang hindi "mabuti" yung word na ginamit) sa ating katawan/kalusugan" medyo nakalimutan ko na yung lyrics. panay kanta ni ced kanina. ginawa daw to ng mga koreans para ipaalala sa costumers na dapat good posture tayo lagi. ginamit siguro nila ang konsepto ng LSS dito. nyahahaha! pano yung ibang costumers na feeling nila LSS lang yun? as in subconciously kinakanta nila pero di naman nila isinasapuso? nyahahaha! ewan. mga koreans talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart sa sing and dance thingy, sabi ni ced na sabi daw mga koreans, kelangan daw i-tigil ang pagyosi at paginom ng alak the moment na nagstart ka sa therapy na yun. fine. isa lang ibigsabihin nito. hindi ako pwede magsimula bukas. siguro two years from now. hehehe! balak sana namin ni tza eh magsimula next saturday. mukhang magbaback out muna ako nyahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun. hindi ko na nagamit yung initial outline. fuck. useless pala ang outline sa blog. effective lang siya sa papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-7359753925513568701?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/7359753925513568701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=7359753925513568701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7359753925513568701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7359753925513568701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/brainfart.html' title='brainfart'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-7146827285291855303</id><published>2007-08-03T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:52.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RrNPjovI99I/AAAAAAAAAGM/5cx6Ay3OE1g/s1600-h/bernice_simpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094503077135316946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RrNPjovI99I/AAAAAAAAAGM/5cx6Ay3OE1g/s400/bernice_simpson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; simpsonized me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094503712790476770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RrNQIovI9-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/x3M-ESPgqfE/s400/tzaandbernice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;simpsonized me and tza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sana lahat ng barkada meron para mabuo ko na yung simpsonized group picture. nyahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-7146827285291855303?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/7146827285291855303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=7146827285291855303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7146827285291855303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7146827285291855303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/simpsonized-me-simpsonized-me-and-tza.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RrNPjovI99I/AAAAAAAAAGM/5cx6Ay3OE1g/s72-c/bernice_simpson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-2277000136147388875</id><published>2007-08-03T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:34:45.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kanina ka-YM ko highschool friend ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majo: feeling ko ang tanda ko na&lt;br /&gt;bernice: omg!&lt;br /&gt;bernice: happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;majo: ngek&lt;br /&gt;bernice: huh?&lt;br /&gt;bernice: kelan ba bday mo?&lt;br /&gt;majo: di mo alam?&lt;br /&gt;bernice: (sinubukan na i-recall kung kelan ako pumunta sa kanila noong handa niya) aaay march pa pala&lt;br /&gt;bernice: kasi akala ko nagpaparinig ka kanina&lt;br /&gt;bernice: baka kasi iniisip mo nakalimutan ko na bday mo&lt;br /&gt;bernice: omg.&lt;br /&gt;majo: sinabi ko lang yun kasi di na ako makakaboto for SK&lt;br /&gt;bernice: aaah kala ko nagpaparinig ka lang sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shet. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di na niya ako pinansin after nun. gaaaad. bawi ako sa bday mo, majo. hehehe! tagal pa eh noh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-2277000136147388875?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/2277000136147388875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=2277000136147388875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I.WAS.BURNING.A.HOLE.ON.HIS.FACE. NYAHAHAHAHA! lagi naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;4-9ish: wala. boring normal hours&lt;br /&gt;9ish: that dude who plays kahon in a band i forgot what it's called in jaaaanerooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday is awesome. thursday is the new friday. friday is the new sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or... &lt;br /&gt;rather...&lt;br /&gt;everyday in the week is the new sunday except for thursday. therefore, i have 6 sundays to waste every week. so there. it's official. i'm a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 units sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-5944550266582332442?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/5944550266582332442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=5944550266582332442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5944550266582332442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5944550266582332442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-601813115614889412</id><published>2007-08-01T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:57:23.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE LALALALALYING THROUGH YOUR TEEEEEEEEETH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;your names defined the word betrayal. webster is outdated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hate me for saying this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hate me all you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hate me coz i will never ask for an apology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will not raise that white flag nor will i take my words back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dont want to see you after all that happened... '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after all the lies (a.k.a "damage control" coz from what i can see, that's what you're trying to do and clearly, it's not effective)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you fucking deceived me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nagsinungaling kayo kaya panindigan niyo yan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm leaving you guys alone and you should be happy by now coz you finally got rid off me--your annoying third wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm leaving you kasi sobrang naaawa na ako sa sarili ko. i hate seeing myself being fooled by two trusted friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm leaving you coz i'm better off without you. ilang araw na akong masaya kasi finally nakawala na ako sa joke time friendship (yup, dahil nagsinungaling kayo... tingin ko lahat ng good times ay fake) natin. yes. you got that right. read that sentence again for confirmation. i just traded our friendship for a less chaotic life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a good trade, i must say. you might disagree but hey, try to look at things from where i'm standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i pray that the two of you will live happily ever after para mabigyan naman ng reward yung efforts niyo sa pagtatago at pagsisinungaling. alam ko naman na nahirapan din kayo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tsk tsk tsk... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all for love nga naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you don't know how to treasure friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, i was about to question stuff... like "how could you let this happen?" pero hehe! bakit pa? malinaw naman na eh. hindi ako nagmamatter sa inyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't ask me why coz for one, ayoko nga kayo makita eh. makinig pa kaya? lalong ayoko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for another, ask yourselves na lang. mas madali yun. kayo may pakana nito kaya kayo dapat ang nakakaalam ng sagot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oo nga pala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what is there to explain? i gave you a chance and you blew it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can't trust you now. it's a lesson i learnt from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so ugh... do i owe you guys now? do i have to thank you for this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sige na nga. thanks. now i know what you're capable of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wag na kayong maghanap ng good timing. wala ng good timing kasi hindi na ako maglalalaan ng oras para sa inyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the show's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh ayan. to sum everything up, you guys lost one real friend and i lost two fake ones.&lt;br /&gt;quits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-601813115614889412?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/601813115614889412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=601813115614889412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/601813115614889412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/601813115614889412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/08/youre-lalalalalying-through-your.html' title='YOU&apos;RE LALALALALYING THROUGH YOUR TEEEEEEEEETH'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-1401400291809963032</id><published>2007-07-31T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:53.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to my blue giordano jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...dahil isa siyang malaking kawalan at ngayon lang nagsink in sakin ang kanyang pagkawala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i can't find a way on how to address that non-living thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd person?&lt;br /&gt;2nd person?&lt;br /&gt;it's not even a person.&lt;br /&gt;it's a thing.&lt;br /&gt;it's not even expensive (fine, if you compare it to ukay ukay and shoemart brands, &lt;strong&gt;it is expensive&lt;/strong&gt;) but i feel really really really really sad and cold now that it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;it gave me warmth and comfort noone else can give.&lt;br /&gt;i brought it everytime i travel and here are some pictures of me wearing it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093376481443772322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rq9O7IvI96I/AAAAAAAAAF0/gR9THzfqwSA/s400/jacketz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*highschool*banyo sa singapore*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093377495056054210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rq9P2IvI98I/AAAAAAAAAGE/SMO0346zSp4/s400/jacketz.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hawaii with deo and alana*shakey's with cousins* singapore uli...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that jacket witnessed almost every drama and other whateverness i had in life like:&lt;br /&gt;*emo airport scenes (as in hugging my mom before i leave and begging to stay in the airport with her for another five minutes when we both know that 5 minutes was never long enough)&lt;br /&gt;*emo walking-in-the-raining scenes&lt;br /&gt;*happy drinking sessions&lt;br /&gt;*watching movies in theaters alone&lt;br /&gt;*watching movies in theaters with friends&lt;br /&gt;*first date (oo! may first date ako! nyahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;*pseudo movie date with first college crush&lt;br /&gt;*La Salle entrance test&lt;br /&gt;*CSB entrance test&lt;br /&gt;*milenyo&lt;br /&gt;*fieldtrips back in highschool kasi malamig sa bus&lt;br /&gt;*first and last baguio trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet there's more. funny how i can recall almost every moment we spent together. hindi naman special lahat ng moments pero gaaaad! just by thinking about it, everything came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deo lost his one and only jacket, too. along with his cellphones, iPod and bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both planned to buy new ones. i've been commuting my way home on rainy days without my favorite jacket. usually, i would find myself stranded in a place and all i could do was sit and wait for the rain to stop while smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should snap out of it. it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;move on, bernice. it's just a stupid jacket...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-1401400291809963032?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/1401400291809963032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=1401400291809963032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1401400291809963032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1401400291809963032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/07/ode-to-my-blue-giordano-jacket.html' title='ode to my blue giordano jacket'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rq9O7IvI96I/AAAAAAAAAF0/gR9THzfqwSA/s72-c/jacketz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-2464335447006136604</id><published>2007-07-28T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:45:50.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need more virgin bubblewraps to pop. YEAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo nga pala. malayo pa birthday ko but if you're sweet enough to remember it, regaluhan mo ko ng maraming virgin bubblewraps. masaya na ako niyan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-2464335447006136604?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/2464335447006136604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=2464335447006136604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2464335447006136604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2464335447006136604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-more-virgin-bubblewraps-to-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-5355657106897326657</id><published>2007-07-27T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T08:09:28.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nagustuhan ko bigla ang incomplete ng backstreet boys dahil dito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2HqJpKxkVM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antaying niyo yung part na yun... medyo dulo pa eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incomplete sounds better when sreamed. hehehe! &lt;em&gt;at para masabayan niyo, ito ang lyrics&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here we go again&lt;br /&gt;With all the things we said&lt;br /&gt;And not a minute spent&lt;br /&gt;To think that we'd regret&lt;br /&gt;So we just take it back,&lt;br /&gt;These words and hold our breath&lt;br /&gt;Forget the things we swore we meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you just to let you know that I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm sad to see you go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not. No I'm not. Well, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we go again&lt;br /&gt;With all the things we did&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm wondering&lt;br /&gt;Just who would I have been&lt;br /&gt;To be the one attached&lt;br /&gt;At all time to your hip?&lt;br /&gt;Forget the things we swore we meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you just to let you know that I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm sad to see you go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not, no I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not. (No, I'm not, no I'm not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you to let you know that I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm sad to see you go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not (no, I'm not)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not (no, I'm not)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we go again&lt;br /&gt;With all the things we said&lt;br /&gt;And not a minute spent&lt;br /&gt;To think that we'd regret&lt;br /&gt;So we just take it back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos yung BSB part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I’m awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight of the week: nagswimming kami ni tipay with inuman sessions in between. yeah! tipay! we should do this more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-5355657106897326657?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/5355657106897326657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=5355657106897326657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5355657106897326657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5355657106897326657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/07/nagustuhan-ko-bigla-ang-incomplete-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-5444592252489352773</id><published>2007-07-25T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:53.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gobshite mode</title><content type='html'>first off... my mom and bea comes as a package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, as in: bea studies in a school where mom works.&lt;br /&gt;mom tags bea along with her whenever she needs to go to singapore to renew her visa.&lt;br /&gt;they eat meals together.&lt;br /&gt;sleep in one room together... and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being young. i miss my mom's company. i miss cuddling my little sister. i miss dad ignoring my presence. nyahahaha! joke lang. &lt;em&gt;ganun talaga...&lt;/em&gt; things change and i'm sort of stuck in the illusion of permanence since i was 7. perhaps i'll never grow out of this feeling. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, i better change the topic before i start crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom started teaching in SNA about a week ago. i can't imagine her being a housewife but just so to balance herself as both a career woman and housewife, i actually told her my suggestion: watch martha stewart shows or HGTV. haha! if there's one celebrity i want my mom to be friends with, that's martha stewart. i think martha stewart is a perfect housewife sans her crime. alright, make it two celebrity friends. the other one is oprah. nyahahaha! i want her to confide every singe problem she has to oprah... just don't air in tv. i dont want the whole world to know stuff about my family and seeing my mom crying on tv while oprah hands her a pack of tissue is just not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. enough about my mom. let's go to my favorite topic: ME! yes! the self-centered ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i'm getting more and more happy each day. ironic? NAAAAT. i saw daniel radcliffe kissing cho chang ON BIG SCREEN. WTF! sige na nga. it's part of his role. it's part of the script and i had no other choice but to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were lots of 10 to 16 year olds (or even younger) queeing for harry potter movie tickets and i felt out of place. i felt old. ang dami pang kinikilig na highschool girls while talking about daniel radcliffe sa pila which annoys me. i can't believe a 14 year old and a 19 year old are liking the same guy. fuck man. mas understandable yata kung ako may gusto dun nyahahaha! kaya ikaw 14 year old bitch, get someone your own age. wag mo na ako agawan. bilang na lang ang straight guys sa mundo... which reminds me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flash back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was in the elevator with some highschool girls who were both in uniforms and lipgloss. mas malandi pa sakin. naguusap sila about the guys they're dating. yung isang guy na dinedate ay kuya ng barkara yata nila na 19 years old DAW. and so tumaas kilay ko. tumaas lalo kilay ko nung humirit yung isa ng "my god, that's like 5 years older than you". wtf. she's a potential lolita. hay. buhay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to daniel radcliffe, ang tagal ko na pala siya crush. nagsawa ako sa harry potter pero crush ko pa rin siya. nagkiss sila ni cho chang pero crush ko pa rin siya. HARDCORE! hmmmm... if im not mistaken, nilabas yung first harry potter movie nung second year highschool pa ako at ito pa itsura ni daniel radcliff noon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091226042858272642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RqerHIvI94I/AAAAAAAAAFk/dFN_4bYcTTo/s400/harryjumper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and this is him now:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091226352095917970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RqerZIvI95I/AAAAAAAAAFs/AYuFIZloPL4/s400/radcliffeequus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;shit... holy smokes! put some clothes on. wala na akong nakitang ibang recent picture niya sa google na may damit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND THAT GIRL BEHIND YOU! WHAT IS SHE DOING THERE? BAWAL YAN! WHOLESOME KA DAPAT! WHOLESOME! JEEEEEZAAAAZ!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;magpalit ka muna ng balat bago lumapit sakin (nyahahaah! feeling girlfriend). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-5444592252489352773?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/5444592252489352773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=5444592252489352773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5444592252489352773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5444592252489352773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/07/gobshite-mode.html' title='gobshite mode'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RqerHIvI94I/AAAAAAAAAFk/dFN_4bYcTTo/s72-c/harryjumper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6604979478815786900</id><published>2007-07-21T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:50:07.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not trying to be mean or rude. i'm not angry or embarrased but...</title><content type='html'>blog is not a good place to find something to use against me.&lt;br /&gt;read my mind if you can but i must warn you: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you will not like what's in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if you can't read my mind, get a help from a psychic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-6604979478815786900?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/6604979478815786900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=6604979478815786900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6604979478815786900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6604979478815786900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-trying-to-be-mean-or-rude-im-not.html' title='i&apos;m not trying to be mean or rude. i&apos;m not angry or embarrased but...'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-3709100958896332173</id><published>2007-07-15T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:08:12.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;capricorn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;You have no business trying to fix other people's problems, so bow out of the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;You have no business trying to fix other people's problems, so feel free to bow out of the drama today. They might think it's your job to make their lives happy and complete, but they need to find out sooner or later that they're in charge of their own happiness. There's no need to feel as though you're putting them in a rough spot by not coming to their rescue. You're actually doing them a favor by helping them learn a very important lesson about actions and consequences.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool. but still, nothing's gonna stop me from hating them selfish bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-3709100958896332173?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/3709100958896332173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=3709100958896332173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/3709100958896332173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/3709100958896332173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/07/capricorn-bottom-line-you-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6932758639697351547</id><published>2007-07-14T02:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T02:14:27.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>END. THIS. CONSPIRACY. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-6932758639697351547?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/6932758639697351547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=6932758639697351547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6932758639697351547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6932758639697351547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/07/end.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-1759380445842784530</id><published>2007-07-05T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T06:57:53.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This may not be the best time for an exciting romance, but magical connections are still quite possible. You could have a chance to express yourself in a unique way today, yet your natural self-restraint will work in your favor. Don't be afraid to tell someone what you truly want, but steer clear of putting any pressure on them to perform for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever ka, tarot.com. whatever ka talaga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-1759380445842784530?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/1759380445842784530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=1759380445842784530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1759380445842784530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1759380445842784530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-may-not-be-best-time-for-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6989801326666623177</id><published>2007-06-16T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:12:21.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dude watch this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtJRNyPK-lc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtJRNyPK-lc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-6989801326666623177?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/6989801326666623177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=6989801326666623177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6989801326666623177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6989801326666623177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/06/dude-watch-this.html' title='dude watch this!'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-5677096605113882572</id><published>2007-06-15T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:13:42.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'600'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizfarm.com//images/1130267908PIRATE" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/b&gt;, Roguish,quick-witted, and incredibly lucky, Jack Sparrow is a pirate who sometimes ends up being a hero, against his better judgement. Captain Jack looks out for #1, but he can be counted on (usually) to do the right thing. He has an incredibly persuasive tongue, a mind that borders on genius or insanity, and an incredible talent for getting into trouble and getting out of it. Maybe its brains, maybe its genius, or maybe its just plain luck. Or maybe a mixture of all three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" width="'300'" cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Maximus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;James Bond, Agent 007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'71'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;71%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'63'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Batman, the Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'58'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;The Amazing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;The Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'46'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;El Zorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'46'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Lara Croft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'46'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Neo, the "One"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'46'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;William Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id="11174'"&gt;Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="'http://www.quizfarm.com'"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-5677096605113882572?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/5677096605113882572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=5677096605113882572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5677096605113882572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5677096605113882572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-scored-as-captain-jack-sparrow.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4044647490185318584</id><published>2007-06-12T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:55.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hawai'i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rm9q0BBVLRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dZBwT5Umt0A/s1600-h/aloha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075392746929597714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rm9q0BBVLRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dZBwT5Umt0A/s400/aloha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; waikiki beach, hawai'i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075394950247820578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rm9s0RBVLSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FUvHVfC3RBg/s400/aloha2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a building outside my tito's apartment*deo, me, alana*me and deo with surfer dude's monument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075409007675780482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rm95mhBVLYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8pjxgfwEk8U/s400/aloha3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;menehune truck*deo, bea and mom*waikiki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075399915230014786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rm9xVRBVLUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Z5J5LmNeNX4/s400/aloha4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some building*hawaiian girl*wala lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075402067008630098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rm9zShBVLVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FlCrJ-nQTcA/s400/aloha5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shadows*starbucks*the ship and the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075405597471747426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rm92gBBVLWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ygDPhFVTntE/s400/aloha6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;family of camwhores*wild cherry*mom and bea*bus to waikiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075408333365914994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rm94_RBVLXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qzJT9Xgw81s/s400/aloha7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;flowers*buildings in front of the beach*more flowers&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/16080788-4044647490185318584?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/4044647490185318584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=4044647490185318584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4044647490185318584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4044647490185318584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/06/hawaii.html' title='hawai&apos;i'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/Rm9q0BBVLRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dZBwT5Umt0A/s72-c/aloha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6609553205570782384</id><published>2007-05-12T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:57.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to infinity and beyond!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RkZwylaYTYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/z__WZG-Av7w/s1600-h/twinfriendster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063858845363228034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RkZwylaYTYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/z__WZG-Av7w/s400/twinfriendster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anela*me*rona*rona*me*anela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;infinity pool at casita's in punta fuego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the whole lot of us stayed for another day in punta fuego after my cousin's wedding and goofed around. 'did a lot of "&lt;em&gt;touristly&lt;/em&gt;" stuff like camwhoring, eating, swimming and so on. the place is eyegasmic... picturesque... i don't know howelse to describe it. seems like every bit of punta fuego was made to please one's eyes. i'm saying this maybe because i have not been to hawaii yet so this post will probably be the draft to my soon-to-be-blog-entry on hawaii. will edit this one soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. honestly, i don't know whatelse to say so i'll just post more photos. they'll tell you everything that happened. hehehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063866477520113106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RkZ3u1aYTdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mhuWXVP8EHo/s400/friendster5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*jumping...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063866464635211170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RkZ3uFaYTaI/AAAAAAAAADg/DPI-EkGgZ-k/s400/friendster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*artsy shite... a shot taken at the back of the church*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063866468930178482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RkZ3uVaYTbI/AAAAAAAAADo/8dduwJK8LBs/s400/friendster3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*with cousins and tita*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063866473225145794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RkZ3ulaYTcI/AAAAAAAAADw/zhFloLp_EAc/s400/friendster4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*with cousin/neighbor, rona*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063866456045276562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RkZ3tlaYTZI/AAAAAAAAADY/ObYFUWgLfyY/s400/friendster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*blurred photo of me in my spartan inspired dress.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063867881974418914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RkZ5AlaYTeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IO2Rx3C-0O0/s400/friendster7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*attempting to do some synchronized swimming routines*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063873164784193010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RkZ90FaYTfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/60w6mKQ8LjU/s400/deo+camwhore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*deo the camwhore*&lt;a href="http://cranedevilbones.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063876330175090178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RkaAsVaYTgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ytbCzMhpPqg/s400/deocamwhore2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures in my &lt;a href="http://www.cranedevilbones..multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;. don't have much to say. i lack vocabulary and grammar skills or perhaps excitement, appetite, and emotions to tell everyone what happened. sorry. will edit this next time. it's like i'm having so many pictures but i didn't really know what to do with them and since i'm bored, i forced myself to upload them and flaunt some in my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really wish i'm more articulate with expressing thoughts and feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-6609553205570782384?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RkZwylaYTYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/z__WZG-Av7w/s72-c/twinfriendster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4609621364109203857</id><published>2007-05-05T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:16:29.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ml.hoogerbrugge.com/"&gt;astig&lt;/a&gt; to. wala akong masabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks for sharing it, peter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-4609621364109203857?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/4609621364109203857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://cranedevilbones.multiply.com"&gt;mutiply&lt;/a&gt; awhile ago. these were shots from those days when almost everyone was skinnier, younger, single and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RjybwlaYTXI/AAAAAAAAADI/grs51RLhlk8/s1600-h/freshiedays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061091340236377458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RjybwlaYTXI/AAAAAAAAADI/grs51RLhlk8/s400/freshiedays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have this feeling that i bored all of you with my usual stupid entries and perhaps these pictures might just entertain you. &lt;em&gt;look at me! i was skinny! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i read ciela's poems. they were nice. i wish i had a copy so i could post it here (yeah, why post my bad ones when i can post her good ones?). the most interesting poem was the one she made when she was high. she made really nice stuff out of rage and emoness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i need a bunch of wicked oreos (or as ciela and i call it "prozac oreos")--the best desert ever served in flaming wings. they add endorphines to a human's system.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-109248407797084584?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/109248407797084584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=109248407797084584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/109248407797084584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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vicinity awhile ago so we decided to meet up and texted my new found friend to join us for dinner. new found friend and my [soon to be] excrush boy are inseperable. you'll never see one without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took new found friend more than 3 hours to get to katipunan and it's funny coz he was just coming from UP which gave me and my long lost friend a reason to bombard him with text messages like "uy san ka na?", "uy 3 oras ng mahigit na lumipas", or "uy wag ka na magpaganda tayo tayo lang naman eh". after about a sum of about 40 messages from me and my long lost friend, my crush texted me saying "lakad niyo? kakaload ko lang eh hehehe"... &lt;em&gt;hehehe i dont believe you any more young man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that thought just popped a few hours ago, when ciela and i were having a therapheutic love life rant over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i absent mindedly texted him a rather slightly rude reply saying "kasama mo ba si ryan? pupunta siya dapat dito kasi andito yung common friend namin". obviously, i was not able to answer his question and it was slightly mean of me to not invite him with us. perhaps i subconciously assumed that new found friend's gonna tag him along but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, new found friend arrived alone. crush didn't reply and i was wondering why. yun pala, according to new found friend, they were drinking at sarah's with their brods and texted me upon hearing the news that new found friend was coming to see me and my old friend. he asked if we're gonna drink and if someone's gonna treat us. utot mo libre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mean... i'm mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i'm frigid once more and ciela said it was just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-3646162187032337388?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-2795221077053739269</id><published>2007-05-04T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T06:14:40.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoia attaaaaaaaaaaaack</title><content type='html'>or not. maybe they were all true. i've been dwelling on my fantacies for so long coz it felt damn good--as in beyond placebo effect. it was a right move, i should say, to look at stuff from a different perspective. and boom! there! everything now is clearer than water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not. maybe there was no "different perspective" other than what he shows, which makes me question friendster's credibility. perhaps everything that's writen there was outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not. maybe he's just a ass who plays with approximately a dozen of girls' hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am jumping into conclusions but then it's best to do everything i could just to let it pass without a heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-2795221077053739269?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/2795221077053739269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=2795221077053739269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2795221077053739269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2795221077053739269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/05/paranoia-attaaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='paranoia attaaaaaaaaaaaack'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-1203322536600836333</id><published>2007-05-01T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T07:56:15.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for my friend who used to walk out when he's drunk and mad. this song is for you dearie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, I'm Walking Out by Walkout Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-skip to chorus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm walking out out&lt;br /&gt;i'm walking my way out&lt;br /&gt;and sugar, i'm walking out and snapping&lt;br /&gt;you'll be one of those who're laughing&lt;br /&gt;coz we all got drunk&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting to be grumpy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hay. peace young boy. i just love it when you walk out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll improve this one. promiiise! that was just a draft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-1203322536600836333?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/1203322536600836333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=1203322536600836333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1203322536600836333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1203322536600836333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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magagawa ba ako? ugh... siguro, inspire him! wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naka 3 points sa basketball?&lt;br /&gt;~ mukha naman di nagbabasketball yun eh. more of dota. dotang ina niya! joke!&lt;br /&gt;(oo nga pala, pinagsususpetsahan ko siyang stalker. baka nababasa niya to! patay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loner?&lt;br /&gt;~ lumalapit siya sakin. kahit may kasama pa siya, lumalapit pa rin siya sakin! wahahaha! beat that everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niyaya ka maging prom date niya?&lt;br /&gt;~ tapos na prom days namin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadisgrasya?&lt;br /&gt;~ aalagaan naman siya ng magulang niya. ok na yun. padadalhan ko na lang ng get well soon card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hinawakan kamay mo?&lt;br /&gt;~ edi masaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natamaan xa ng bola?&lt;br /&gt;~ like i said, mukha siyang di naglalaro ng ball games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nilibre ka?&lt;br /&gt;~ edi abusuhin. magpalibre pa. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inakbayan ka!&lt;br /&gt;~ akbay back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinagtripan ka?&lt;br /&gt;~ gagantihan ko. di naman yata pumapalag yun eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinuha id mo?&lt;br /&gt;~ school id you mean? swerte naman niya. yun lang ang nagiisang id ko na may maganda akong ngiti. nangyari kasi nun, nilagay ng magaling kong kaibigan ang id ko sa wallet niya habang wala kami. di naman ako nagmakaawa para kunin pero medyo natagalan bago isauli sakin, inexplain ko na kelangan ko yung id ko para makapasok sa ge subject ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binunggo ka?&lt;br /&gt;~ tatalsik siya. kasing tatag ko ang pader wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inasar ka?&lt;br /&gt;~ asar lang? trash talk ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niyakap ka na lng bigla galing sa&lt;br /&gt;likod mo?&lt;br /&gt;~ mas masaya kaysa holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinabi sau "i love u"&lt;br /&gt;~ edi sobrang masaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang-utang sau?&lt;br /&gt;~ never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi binayaran utang nea?&lt;br /&gt;~ di uutang yun mas mayaman yun sakin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinasahan ka ng load kahit hindi mo&lt;br /&gt;kelangan?&lt;br /&gt;~ edi thank you... unli na to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinawagan ka sa bahay?&lt;br /&gt;~ hahaha! sobrang saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakausap mo hanggang madaling araw?&lt;br /&gt;~ nangyayari yan. masaya pa rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niyaya ka qng pede ka maging gf/bf&lt;br /&gt;niya?&lt;br /&gt;~ edi sobrang saya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-8406203283029721763?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/8406203283029721763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=8406203283029721763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8406203283029721763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8406203283029721763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/05/ugh-nakakatamad-magreview-so-ill-do.html' title='ugh... nakakatamad magreview so i&apos;ll do this shit first'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-5174654378211681727</id><published>2007-04-30T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:02:04.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i don't see him in school, he'll most likely show up somewhere else. whatduh!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciela, who was with me last night (what do you expect? people always see us together...), saw him and his friends walking along the busy streets in katipunan and booked us a Meatshop drinking session. long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta, we're suppose to see spiderman today but i haven't heard anything from him yet which ironically favors me. i kinda feel like staying at home rather than watching coz for one, i have an exam tomorrow and for another i'm saving up for something. i also think i need to give it a pacing. we see each other more often lately and mind you, everything was unplanned. oh god please tell me this is destiny! wahahahahah! di joke lang. i'm still looking for someone who's going to be way better than him in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-5174654378211681727?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/5174654378211681727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=5174654378211681727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5174654378211681727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5174654378211681727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-i-dont-see-him-in-school-hell-most.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-1190316809753658172</id><published>2007-04-28T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:49:40.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updating... progressing... yet still waiting</title><content type='html'>i declined two invitations this weekend not because dad is here and injured deo is confined here at home, it's just that i wanted to spend the night with only one friend and talk about personal stuff. i didn't hangout in starbucks either coz there's no good book to read and a lesson to study that required me a strong dosage of caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a session at meatshop (for those who are not familiar with Meatshop, it's a cheapass bar that sells php96 a round of beer--that's 5 330ml bottles of redhorse) with ciela will do me good.&lt;br /&gt;a sober night with ciela will do me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i don't need a crowd to call it a day. i just need one friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just last night, ciela and i met up to talk about our progressive love life. finally! i waited in vain to find someone ("waited" includes those times i really waited and those times i when i felt happy and contented with the way my life goes) and it's pretty ironic for me to think about the perils i might face in the future. he's been nice lately which makes me think... there's a catch here. it's either we feel the same or he does the same thing with the other girls. in short, chickboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a defense mechanism myself; i tend to be too "frigid" whenever we talk as ciela would describe. she's right. it's about time to get rid of that behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he texted me last wednesday but i didn't realize it until he came. we talked for awhile when an awkward silence broke in our conversation so i checked my phone for the sake of doing something and found out that he texted me about ten minutes before he came. he was so quite so for breaking the awkward silence's sake, i "apologized" to him for not checking my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, he knew i was there all along coz his text said "bernice! andito ako sa tamabayan, daan ka. hehe!". i was busy the whole afternoon gambling and savouring beginer's luck that i forgot about my cell phone and my daily routine of checking if he's there. well, checking him out was something i haven't done since summer classes started. turns out that he was the one who approaches first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for who approached who first, we talked and played cards and so on. i was supposed to study that night so i asked him if he wanted to come with me in starbucks when this prof invited us to come to his mini-drinking session. that night, i broke my soberity vow for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm improving. i'm not as frigid as i was before. perhaps that's the whole point of this entry... or not. i just typed everything that blurted out of my mind. hehe! sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore this entry. cheers everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-1190316809753658172?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/1190316809753658172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=1190316809753658172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1190316809753658172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1190316809753658172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-declined-two-invitations-this.html' title='updating... progressing... yet still waiting'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-5856577236319321608</id><published>2007-04-26T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T03:49:06.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no i didn't stalk you.&lt;br /&gt;i never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, it's the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;you ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know what i'm thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but think that you purposely dropped by at starbucks with the hopes of "bumping into me". wahahaa! you knew i'm always there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. it's just me. maybe you were looking for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;different news, same guy but i'll blog that next time coz it's a happy one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm into gambling now. that's bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now i have one envelope full of gambling money... in which according to my crush is a bad luck for gamblers. but my envelope keeps on getting fatter and fatter. how will i stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i should quit this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-5856577236319321608?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/5856577236319321608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=5856577236319321608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5856577236319321608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/5856577236319321608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-i-didnt-stalk-you.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-1805838189207776123</id><published>2007-04-25T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:58:15.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm too happy to write about anything.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*composure&lt;br /&gt;*composure&lt;br /&gt;*composure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-1805838189207776123?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/1805838189207776123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=1805838189207776123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1805838189207776123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1805838189207776123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-too-happy-to-write-about-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4071672705518926114</id><published>2007-04-23T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:18:20.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>topak ng friendster o topak mo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-4071672705518926114?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/4071672705518926114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=4071672705518926114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4071672705518926114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4071672705518926114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/04/topak-ng-friendster-o-topak-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4457477418076891990</id><published>2007-04-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:30:40.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear angelina jolie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are one hot momma! you are blessed with beautiful face and body. you make every girl envy you or like you in a lesbian sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my idol! i wish i could be like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your fan,&lt;br /&gt;bernice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-4457477418076891990?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/4457477418076891990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=4457477418076891990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4457477418076891990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4457477418076891990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-angelina-jolie-you-are-one-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6409923220067442930</id><published>2007-04-21T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T04:17:38.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>immaturities</title><content type='html'>me: nakakaasar. may kasama siyang babae kanina!&lt;br /&gt;deo: eh ikaw naman din may kasama kang lalake... palagi!&lt;br /&gt;me: friends ko naman yun eh&lt;br /&gt;deo: eh friends din lang naman siguro sila. ikaw nga kaakbay mo pa friends mo.&lt;br /&gt;me: fine yoh! sige kampihan mo pa siya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jan-k: (upon seeing my crush with some girl...) oh ano bugbugin ko na?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: oo... at magtatawag pa tayo ng mas maraming maton. tawagin na natin yung 300. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jan-k: hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;moments later, dumating si rowen at tinuro ko sa kaniya si crush. this time, mag-isa na siya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;rowen: andyan siya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: oo... at magisa lang siya. bugbugin natin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eh napalakas ang pagkasabi ko. lumingon! wahahaha! shocks. bumawi na lang ako pero medyo di connected yung sinabi ko dahil nataranta ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: this is spartaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;galing ng 300! i love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-6409923220067442930?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/6409923220067442930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=6409923220067442930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6409923220067442930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6409923220067442930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/04/immaturities.html' title='immaturities'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6884604529109523247</id><published>2007-04-19T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:06:33.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>die boredom, die!</title><content type='html'>sa silverworks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagbabantay: ano yun miss?&lt;br /&gt;me: ate, magpapapierce&lt;br /&gt;nagbabantay: aaaah magpapapurse&lt;br /&gt;me: (pinipigilan ang sarili na tumawa)magkano po ba?&lt;br /&gt;nagbabantay: 150-pair na ang ipupurse&lt;br /&gt;me: kahit saan sa tenga ok lang?&lt;br /&gt;nagbabantay: basta wag sa curtilij&lt;br /&gt;me: (hirap na hirap ng pigilin ang tawa) aaah.. sige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko na naramdaman yung sakit kasi nagconcentrate ako na wag tumawa.&lt;br /&gt;ang daming spectators nung "pinupurse" ako. nakakaconcious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;balak ko na rin magpagupit. nagsawa ako sa itsura ng buhok ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-6884604529109523247?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/6884604529109523247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=6884604529109523247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6884604529109523247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6884604529109523247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/04/die-boredom-die.html' title='die boredom, 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-5443719585972839877</id><published>2007-04-13T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T14:07:28.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pleasure of being a loser</title><content type='html'>last night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: woi musta?&lt;br /&gt;crush: nakatanga lang. hehehe! ikaw?&lt;br /&gt;me: nasa drews kami, baka gusto mong sumunod.&lt;br /&gt;crush: sayang dapat sinabi mo ng maaga. di na ako makakatakas dito ngayon. tsaka wala na rin akong dough. hehe&lt;br /&gt;me: what's new? sanay na ako sa line na yan hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;crush: ganun ba ako? hahaha! wala nakahiga na ako. nagpapahinga may racket kami bukas.&lt;br /&gt;ciela (under my consent, she replied using my number): fine! matangay ka na sana ng racket mo. hehehe! joke!&lt;br /&gt;crush: hehe! kanina pa kayo diyan?&lt;br /&gt;me: di, 2 pitcher pa lang. kelan ba ako mag-aaya ng di ka tatanggi?&lt;br /&gt;crush: haha! di kaya dami na kaya dati. hehe! nagkita tayo nun sa sarah's, cantina, ababu kahit di inom. fa night! hehehe! bawe ako pramis!&lt;br /&gt;me: di naman kita inaya nun eh. nagkataon lang na andun ka. promise ka diyan!&lt;br /&gt;crush: di kaya hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;*di pala ha?! were you stalking? what was that suppose to mean? you ass!&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? di naman natin pinagusapan n magkita sa mga lugar na yun eh. ( i wanted to add "gago ka ba?" but decided not to do so or i might lose him forever hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;crush: haha! oo nga pero kahit na hehe!&lt;br /&gt;me: ngek. di convincing point mo. :)&lt;br /&gt;*the smileys and hehe's were purposely there in my messages for him to make it sound ugh... lighter. and yes, it's sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;crush: basta ganun na rin yun, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! i feel like his girlfriend who wants to break up on that particular moment. JERK! i didn't reply after that. my eyebrows raised. i can't take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few minutes later, i accompanied my friend to the powder room. everything was normal when suddenly, my system felt like shutting down. tunnel vision. volume of the noise lowering. cold sweat. then everything went black. i was in a different world. i dreamed of something i can't remember then i snapped back to life. it was my annual low-blood attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with an empty bucket in front of me. ciela and noel were right beside me and then two good samaritans asking me if i were ok. obviously, they were the ones who carried me to that spot where i was sitting. they kept on insisting that i was drunk but i wasn't. i was perfect. it usually takes me at least 2 pitchers of mixed drinks to get me tipsy--just tipsy. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my friends thought it was weird. they have seen me drunk for a couple of times. i took out my phone and checked for any messages. the commotion ended. the strangers were back to their tables and ciela started to rant about her love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard about it for the nth time so i decided to text my crush. again. i can't fight the urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hehe! sorry di na ako nakapagreply. i passed out pero di ako lasing. weird!&lt;br /&gt;crush: weh? as in black out?&lt;br /&gt;me: yup. nanaginip pa ako. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;crush: ano panaginip mo?&lt;br /&gt;me: can't remember. sabi ni ciela 30 sec nangyari ang lahat pero dahil nanaginip ako parang andaming nangyari. basta pag gising ko may mga strangers.&lt;br /&gt;crush: sino yung mga yun?&lt;br /&gt;me: ewan. basta ang weird. feeling ko lowblood ako or something. kahit friends ko yun din iniisip nila kasi alam nila itsura ko pag lasing.&lt;br /&gt;crush: hehe! wala naman akong sinabing lasing ka eh. umuwi ka na kaya. magpahinga ka na kaya.&lt;br /&gt;me: yes, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! ok, i made up that "yes, love" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what really happened:&lt;br /&gt;ciela(again, under my name and consent): i think she's had enough.&lt;br /&gt;crush: kaw na bahala diyan. ingat kayo ah.&lt;br /&gt;ciela: thanks! ihahatid ko to hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;crush: sige sige! night! ingat ka!&lt;br /&gt;ciela: yeah. thanks. that's so nice. g'nyt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes my part of the night. ciela ranted and ranted. noel, the only guy with us, served as a lovelife adviser, sharing us his opinion on stuff we ask him about guys. at about 3 am, we decided to end our drinking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up really late the next day, checked my phone and whoooooaaaaah! my crush texted me asking if i am ok. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a quick breakfast, i went straight to school for the enrollment and hung out with my everdearest blockmates. nagkaayan uminom. i was about to refuse when my friend bribed me... sagot daw niya. fine! so i went with them to sarah's, the old beerhouse everybody hates because of the moody waitresses, and found my crush with his friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i purposely sat in front of my friend who was large enough to cover my crush up to prevent myself from stealing glances at him. hehehe! we all started drinking and after a few sips, my phone beeped. it's my crush, saying "oh kita mo. nasa sarah's tayo ngayon. hehehe!". i replied, "heh!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beer after beer, my friends kept on telling me that their capones trip was fun and that i should have come with them. oh well, can't blame me for ironically having overprotective parents. we live far from each other but never, in my entire independent life, did they allow me to join my friends to go out of town. after all that hard laughs and few "professor angst" conversations, my crush texted me again. yes i know, my dear crush, you can't steal glances because i sat right in front of my huge classmate. texting me, however, is a good option to get my attention. he said, "libre mo ko one round". i was about to reply "kupal ka! iinom ka pala di ka man lang nag-aya tapos magpapalibre ka pa. leather face!" but i think that's too rude (...to be true hehehe!) so i decided to edit everything, be a little nicer and replied "ngek.. ayokong maglakad pauwi. tska na lang kung birthday ko na" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went home early and passed where im seating. instead of waving goodbye, he poked my fat side belly. fine! for this, i shall go back to my old sporty self. rather than saying goodbye personally, i texted him "ang daya mo talaga! you will regret this for the rest of your life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i don't really feel bad. i'm more of laughing at the situation... at my replies to his messages and all. yah. i'm a loser and it doesn't really matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-420440740229371051</id><published>2007-04-09T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:59:37.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fine... there was nothing. i guess you were just bored.&lt;br /&gt;see you when i see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-420440740229371051?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/420440740229371051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=420440740229371051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bored last time and can't think of any friendly message to reply to my text so you decided to "invite" me just to keep the conversation longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! im, once again, jumping into conclusions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-8425833677882566386?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/8425833677882566386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=8425833677882566386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8425833677882566386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8425833677882566386'/><link rel='alternate' 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suspended up somewhere between the clouds and the heaven and i never knew what kind of emotion i had deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, my crush texted me out of the blue. we exchanged messages for so long and that, perhaps, was that best black saturday i had so far. i ended the night and started easter morning with a smile i have not flashed since holy week started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he texted me again last night, which made me wonder if he is going to text me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, this summer will be a blast for me even if my crush is not going to be in it. i'll take summer classes (it's my first time and i'm so excited about it like a dork), go to hawaii and batangas, reconcile with my long lost love: photography and rappel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not used my dslr for something really serious other than plates ever since this year started and i think it's about time to make something good out of it.&lt;div 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days'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4988512365700288539</id><published>2007-04-03T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T03:49:07.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sosyal (pronounce it as "social")</title><content type='html'>"drowstrings po ma'am"&lt;br /&gt;-tindera sa greenhills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"git out op my lyp"&lt;br /&gt;-isa pang tindera sa greenhills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang saya nila pakinggan. evil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-4988512365700288539?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-9189222096410280721</id><published>2007-03-31T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:25:31.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pahabol</title><content type='html'>gusto ko nga pala pasalamatan ang lahat ng mga kaibigang tumulong sakin sa pagtawid sa isang madugong finals week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina, nung natapos na ang aking presentation, sinumbat sakin ng prof ang absence ko sa kaniyang klase at consultation. ayaw kalimutan! pero ok lang sakin. sumbat pa niya uli, ok na naman grades ko eh pwera na lang kung isama niya bigla ang attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay! tag-init, tag-itim, tag-langoy, tag-halohalo na!&lt;br /&gt;bakasyon na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwede na akong matulog ng di nagaalala kung anong kelangan kong gawin para gumanda ang aking minithesis at magreview sa kung anu-ano pang parusang binibigay sakin ng mga prof. hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-9189222096410280721?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/9189222096410280721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=9189222096410280721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/9189222096410280721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/9189222096410280721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/03/pahabol.html' title='pahabol'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-7502655085472540211</id><published>2007-03-31T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:12:30.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ano yun?</title><content type='html'>gumaganti ka? ewan ko ba. tingin ko ito yung mga tipo ng situwasyon na di ko dapat pinapalagpas pero kung ayaw mo naman tapusin... na ayoko rin naman pero kasi ang labo mo lang talaga. sa simula ka lang ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero sige. ok ka pa rin naman ngayon. ang labo mo lang talaga. di kita mabasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit pa kasi kita nakita kanina? sana umuwi na lang talaga ako pagkatapos ng minithesis delibs ko. bakit pa kasi ako nagtagal dun eh wala naman na akong business dun? wala na rin naman akong kaibigan dun... hmmm... ikaw? di ko pa alam kung san ka kabilang eh. kaibigan? kakilala...? ugh... di kita kaaway. yun ang sigurado. kinaaasaran lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akala ko gaganda na araw ko kasi bakasyon na sa wakas. ok din naman yung nakuha kong grades, di ganun kataas pero mas mataas siya sa inaakala kung makukuha ko kasi di ko siya masyadong pinagisipan at pinaghirapan. mas pinagisipan at pinaghirapan ko pang alamin kong ano talaga ibigsabihin nung mga yun--yung mga inaarte mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo, alam ko. medyo tanga lang naman ako at mas pinagaksayahan kita ng panahon. di man tayo naguusap lagi kasi nga may iba ka na nga naman palang pinagkakaabalahan pero ganun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana naman di ka nananadya. sana mas sensitive ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*magmumura na ako dapat sa entry na ito pero sige, dahil masama magmura at dahil sa walang kasiguraduhan sa lahat ng pangyayari, pinili kong magyosi na lang dahil nastress ako sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puff*puff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan na ang aking "finisher".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-7502655085472540211?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/7502655085472540211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=7502655085472540211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7502655085472540211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7502655085472540211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/03/ano-yun.html' title='ano yun?'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-904925983229232850</id><published>2007-03-30T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:19:22.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 3:11 in my clock. good dawn, everyone!</title><content type='html'>all i needed was a Ciela and a "waking pill". perhaps it wasn't an idle day after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i shall squeeze out more creativity out of my brain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-904925983229232850?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/904925983229232850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-8573767370166085965</id><published>2007-03-25T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T09:07:31.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>i'm almost done with school stuff and by "almost", i meant all i need to do is render and print. good lord, save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear. i just hope this is not what we call cramming. sir joey's has "closed" his consultation session and barely half the class consulted for our minithesis and we are all so scared now. i don't know if what i'm doing right now will pass sir joey's standards. he wants every ad to be illustrated litterally according to what the copy says and that is one tough thing to do. i like my concept though... but sir joey's the one i should please. not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must pull this off! i'm pouring all my energy, love and creativity over this thing. god bless and guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this minithesis of mine has kept me well grounded-- well grounded as in i refused every invitation from my friends who were through with their school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mag-inuman kayo! pucha wala akong pakialam! maghahawaii naman ako pagkatapos! eh kayo? hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-8573767370166085965?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/8573767370166085965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=8573767370166085965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8573767370166085965'/><link 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someday. if i gathered enough guts to do such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to loathe you. yes you biatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm taking a break from typing a lengthy creative plan for my minithesis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;another sleepless night, yes and i betcha there's more to come this week--it's the essence of being a college student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;schoolwork, photoshop and internet are the only things that kept me sane nowadays. i'm so glad i finally came up with concepts for my campaigns and i can't wait to start with them this weekend. all i have to do this monday is print and study for TFA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually, things aren't really all fucked up. i was just not able to manage my time well, my bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wish me luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-2229144432330255389?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/2229144432330255389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=2229144432330255389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2229144432330255389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2229144432330255389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-and-your-kind-well-i-guess-i-have.html' title='you and your kind (well i guess i have to make an excemptions for a few)'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4729753659937372895</id><published>2007-03-20T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:26:00.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was looking for an inspiration for my minithesis and found this:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lODQmx-CF3I" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cooool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;right now, i'm wishing that hardcore creative plans printed on white sheets of paper will just pop out of nowhere... or fall down to me from heaven. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-4729753659937372895?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/4729753659937372895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=4729753659937372895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4729753659937372895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4729753659937372895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-looking-for-inspiration-for-my.html' title='i was looking for an inspiration for my minithesis and found this:'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4848086351014893862</id><published>2007-03-18T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:21:28.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all her parts agreed...</title><content type='html'>it's too early to conclude. i know. i'm too suspicious. thinking so much about him and that evil thing doesnt do me good and it's about time to end thinking about him coz thinking about him sucked out my creative juices for the past few weeks. i need creative juices now. i need to slap creative bernice back to life so she could produce stellar concepts for her minithesis. her creative juices were all out drained. her brain, apparently, took vacation a little to early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from fidgeting over the idea of inserting senseless love to her life, she spent most of her weekends idling. no achievements. no benefits. just a pure waste of precious time coz she thinks she has plenty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she needs three kinds of pills. one to put her to sleep. make her rest because weary brain cells don't really function well. the other one to open her floodgates of creativity when she's awake for the last time this semester. the last one to make her forget that she thinks of that guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that guy whom she thought was her source of happiness is now the same guy who caused her sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bernice has experienced this for a couple of times. before things screw up, she constructed a clever master plan--memory deletion. he doesnt deserve to stay in her memory nor did bernice has to dwell in the memories because that's all she has for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong though. he's not a bad guy. i understand that it was bernice's fault she just dove head first into the pool of hopes he intentionally/unintentionally made for bernice to swim in. none of bernice's friend knew what he meant by asking her out one day or constantly looking at her or so. they also didn't know what he meant by refusing to bernice's invitations twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bernice is getting a little too stuborn lately. she can't move out from the situation she dwells in today. she crosses her fingers hoping things will get better before summer starts because she doesn't like travelling with a head filled with unhappy thoughts. she needs a vacation but she needs her third pill more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-4848086351014893862?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/4848086351014893862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=4848086351014893862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4848086351014893862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4848086351014893862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-her-parts-agreed.html' title='all her parts agreed...'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6664700610235388417</id><published>2007-03-18T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T11:28:12.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appeal to the Grammarians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the naturally hopeful,&lt;br /&gt;Need a simple sign&lt;br /&gt;For the myriad ways we're capsized.&lt;br /&gt;We who love precise language&lt;br /&gt;Need a finer way to convey&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment and perplexity.&lt;br /&gt;For speechlessness and all its inflections,&lt;br /&gt;For up-ended expectations,&lt;br /&gt;For every time we're ambushed&lt;br /&gt;By trivial or stupefying irony,&lt;br /&gt;For pure incredulity, we need&lt;br /&gt;The inverted exclamation point.&lt;br /&gt;For the dropped smile, the limp handshake,&lt;br /&gt;For whoever has just unwrapped a dumb gift&lt;br /&gt;Or taken the first sip of a flat beer,&lt;br /&gt;Or felt love or pond ice&lt;br /&gt;Give way underfoot, we deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;We need it for the air pocket, the scratch shot,&lt;br /&gt;The child whose ball doesn't bounce back,&lt;br /&gt;The flat tire at journey's outset,&lt;br /&gt;The odyssey that ends up in Weehawken.&lt;br /&gt;But mainly because I need it—here and now&lt;br /&gt;As I sit outside the Caffe Reggio&lt;br /&gt;Staring at my espresso and cannoli&lt;br /&gt;After this middle-aged couple&lt;br /&gt;Came strolling by and he suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Veered and sneezed all over my table&lt;br /&gt;And she said to him, "See, that's why&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to eat outside." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Paul Violi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-6664700610235388417?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/6664700610235388417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=6664700610235388417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6664700610235388417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6664700610235388417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/03/appeal-to-grammarians-we-naturally.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-1266024746147921091</id><published>2007-03-14T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:58.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RfeoJXg9BlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mu3aAs7j9eU/s1600-h/devilsansanmv0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041683186749081170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RfeoJXg9BlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mu3aAs7j9eU/s400/devilsansanmv0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! all the maker of this witty piece of art needs to do is polish his/her photomanipulation skills. the whole concept just made me burst into laughter. it's so amazing how the person who made this turned a boring ad into something really funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-1266024746147921091?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/1266024746147921091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=1266024746147921091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1266024746147921091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1266024746147921091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahaha-all-maker-of-this-witty-piece-of.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RfeoJXg9BlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mu3aAs7j9eU/s72-c/devilsansanmv0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6033855622021666252</id><published>2007-03-10T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:46:16.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o_O</title><content type='html'>...here i am, in front of my computer, bored and craving for something i cannot afford right now: CPK pizza. darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;for a couple of times, i was tempted to drug myself with heroine just to see what kind of art or poetry i could possibly produce when i'm high. &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/16080788-6033855622021666252?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/6033855622021666252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=6033855622021666252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6033855622021666252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6033855622021666252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/03/oo.html' title='o_O'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-3524253968969742513</id><published>2007-03-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:58.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>milestone</title><content type='html'>"wake in dream, fly in hope, fall?... to learn ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-some dude whose DA username is &lt;em&gt;the psycrothic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i'm inspired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i learned new photomanipulation techniques. i'm so proud of myself that i posted some of my works. taaaddddaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038128881193391698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/ResHhjgrFlI/AAAAAAAAACc/YaXSy1fhLWA/s400/apat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038129886215738978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/ResIcDgrFmI/AAAAAAAAACk/0CU80RTU41Y/s400/moiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i posted the other one yesterday. feel free to criticize. be as harsh as you want. i know some of you knew how to make stuff like these a long time ago. i'll definitely understand if my achievement did not matter to anyone of you. that's fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;go on... raise your eyebrows. i wouldn't mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'm going to hawaii this for 3 good reasons. one, i'm about to exceed one year of staying outside the states. i needed to get my ass back there before they cancel out my green card, which is not really green, by the way. why the hell did they call it green card?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;two, hello!?! hawaii!!! it's a whole different place and it's a must for me, as a budding photographer, to take pictures of that place which will serve as my visual diary and my portfolio at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and lastly, the quest to look for my one true love has not ended yet. this is an opportunity that must not be wasted. kidding! it's half meant though. shite! i know what you, my loyal readers, are thinking now. you guys think i'm the most pathetic unpaired earthling (and not to mention, a&lt;em&gt; juhjuhjaded&lt;/em&gt; person...) in this whole damn universe. there's nothing wrong with me. it's just that me and the potential dates/boyfriends were not meant and that i cannot accept the fact that lifetime singlehood is my destiny. as far as i can see, my crush (yup, that guy who stopped his car right on front of me and asked me out) shows no interest of at least going out with me and my friends to drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;speaking of Crush, we talked over the phone about two saturdays ago coz he wanted me to text someone coz he didn't have credits to text that someone that he can't make it to the &lt;em&gt;inuman. &lt;/em&gt;the conversation went about almost an hour. so, should i consider this as a progress? naaah, he's just bored that's it. asus! bored daw. labo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyway, here's my gameplan: just be casual and all... like say "hi" if he's there. looking around for him at school, or wherever he told me he usually hangout is a BIG NO NO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sun or globe? sun or globe? sun or globe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;globe na. i'm not gonna switch to a different network just because of the stupid unlimited text price hike. i hate informing people about my new number for the nth time and getting a new phone for a sun sim card is just a financial suicide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i mean, come on. a few years back, the network companies sold simcard for about a grand or so and never had unlimited call and text services which didn't bother anyone. people just kept on sending annoying and insincere greetings since the dawn of this unlimitext and now they were so spoiled with the service that everyone started to switch to different networks, depending on which company offers a cheaper service or buying new phones for the other sim which makes it harder for them to contact coz they'll be only using one of them most of the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;gawd!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-3524253968969742513?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/3524253968969742513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=3524253968969742513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/3524253968969742513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/3524253968969742513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/03/milestone.html' title='milestone'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/ResHhjgrFlI/AAAAAAAAACc/YaXSy1fhLWA/s72-c/apat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-8514487969652657422</id><published>2007-03-03T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:59.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RemeTTgrFkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XtQjkVu8l3s/s1600-h/gradientgroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037731712682628674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RemeTTgrFkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XtQjkVu8l3s/s400/gradientgroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;something i made a few minutes back. that's germaine, conch, me and janzen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it could have been more band pic-ish if conch didn't smile. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gawd! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;edit&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i long for fresh air, sanity and soberity. this week is going to be my 10th attempt of improving my  lifestyle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-8514487969652657422?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/8514487969652657422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=8514487969652657422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8514487969652657422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8514487969652657422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-i-made-few-minutes-back.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RemeTTgrFkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XtQjkVu8l3s/s72-c/gradientgroup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-4504277885043916805</id><published>2007-02-26T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T06:13:44.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>brandon boyd is lurve.&lt;br /&gt;jude law is lurve.&lt;br /&gt;johnny depp is lurve&lt;br /&gt;haha... so ka-level ka nila? di noh! &lt;em&gt;pero sige. onti na lang...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-4504277885043916805?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/4504277885043916805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=4504277885043916805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4504277885043916805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/4504277885043916805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/02/sana-classmates-pa-rin-ng-blockmates-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-1306317461921000300</id><published>2007-02-24T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T04:09:15.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's past 8pm and i'm waiting for a text, an invitation, a visitor. whatever. yooohooo!? where did all the people go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss having visitors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-1306317461921000300?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/1306317461921000300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=1306317461921000300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1306317461921000300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/1306317461921000300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-past-8pm-and-im-waiting-for-text.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-6131410453712815907</id><published>2007-02-22T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T05:39:00.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>accomplishments for the month:&lt;br /&gt;1. dropped that godamudahfuckah soc sci 2.&lt;br /&gt;2. finished print ad for sir marlon (and he said, mine was provocative and catchy. kudos to me!)&lt;br /&gt;3. paid electric bill right before the day they cut our electricity off&lt;br /&gt;4. finished my sideline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa! it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i've been hunting my soc sci 2 prof all over AS and FC coz i needed his signature for my dropping slip. it took me about 2 hours of walking when someone from his department finally told me that he has been absent for three days straight coz his kid was sick so the guy signed my dropping slip for him instead (pwede naman pala yun) after waiting my prof's approval via sms and a 10 minute worth of sermon on why i should not drop a subject at the last minute. excuse me! i've been looking for him since tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while hunting down the profs, conch and i pretended that we were amazing race partners, running and walking and running under the extreme heat of the sun to add spice on our annoying drop-the-stupid-subject-adventure. GAAWD! that'll be the last time i'll drop a subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-6131410453712815907?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/6131410453712815907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=6131410453712815907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6131410453712815907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/6131410453712815907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/02/accomplishments-for-month-1.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-7585583089338194946</id><published>2007-02-14T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:59.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RdPSHlIj4gI/AAAAAAAAACE/ndTjb5ABAvw/s1600-h/dreamers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031596236371911170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RdPSHlIj4gI/AAAAAAAAACE/ndTjb5ABAvw/s400/dreamers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Everybody's got a father. Yes. But the fact that God doesn't exist... doesn't mean he can take his place."&lt;br /&gt;-Theo in &lt;em&gt;The Dreamers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-7585583089338194946?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/7585583089338194946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=7585583089338194946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7585583089338194946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/7585583089338194946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/02/everybodys-got-father.html' title='Theology'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rwvIc-nkkXg/RdPSHlIj4gI/AAAAAAAAACE/ndTjb5ABAvw/s72-c/dreamers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-8085879576428508575</id><published>2007-02-11T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T09:56:02.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deterioration</title><content type='html'>pucha... i really need to go back to highschool to re-study basic english. i've been making mistakes on my grammar to often lately. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are 2 of stupid things i said:&lt;br /&gt;1. tears do not lessen your manliness. (go engrish! this one reminds me of those things writen on japanese/korean stationery)&lt;br /&gt;2. someone asked me if i could i find my way to the venue... and i replied: nope. but i can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;fuck man! this is not acceptable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-8085879576428508575?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/8085879576428508575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=8085879576428508575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8085879576428508575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8085879576428508575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/02/deterioration.html' title='deterioration'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-2146164363860823047</id><published>2007-02-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:28:24.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;exit light&lt;br /&gt;enter night&lt;br /&gt;take my hand&lt;br /&gt;off to never never land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is one of the most boring saturday night. i'm through with my research and all those school work without excerting so much effort on it (thank God for easy-to please profs) and there's nothing left to do other than blogging and downloading nostalgic baduy gradeschool and highschool songs like dilemma, dirty pop, hit me baby one more time, bye bye bye and so on to satisfy my baduy music cravings. maybe i'm tired listening of my usual franz ferdinand, incubus, avenged sevenfold, placebo, etc. coz i haven't listened to my mp3's until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haven't started with my sideline coz i think i should stretch my workload like how i stretch my allowance for the week for the sake of doing something. if i don't procrastinate, i'll probably end up more bummed than i am right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this afternoon, i went to timog with my highschool friends. we talked about old highschool gossips and love teams. maygad! they all broke up and ended up dating people from their respective colleges. and me...? i'm still single coz i'm so dumb with dating. i have a dating skill of a fourth grader. pathetic. i should level up soon. singlehood starts to bore me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, back to highschool barkada schnitz. we ate dinner in a place i forgot what it's called then went to starbucks. i taught 2 of my friends how to smoke. one caughed so hard and the other learnt fast (congratulations, majo! you are now officially a smoker). now i can have someone from my highschool barkada i can tag along to sit with me in the smoking area. next mission: turn him into a boozer. hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-2146164363860823047?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/2146164363860823047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=2146164363860823047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2146164363860823047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/2146164363860823047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/02/lss.html' title='lss...'/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16080788.post-8611305657887509217</id><published>2007-02-09T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:53:44.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hay naku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mangulit ka na. manlandi. mamlastic. mandaya. mangago. ikaw bahala. wag ka lang magmalinis. maaasar lang ako lalo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16080788-8611305657887509217?l=earspierced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/feeds/8611305657887509217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16080788&amp;postID=8611305657887509217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8611305657887509217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16080788/posts/default/8611305657887509217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earspierced.blogspot.com/2007/02/hay-naku-mangulit-ka-na.html' title=''/><author><name>earspierced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/peevishness/aj2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
