<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6121629273330657176</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:26:10.119-08:00</updated><category term="real life"/><category term="meme"/><category term="Family"/><category term="food trippings"/><category term="friends"/><category term="rant"/><category term="PJC"/><category term="SLIS"/><category term="Concert"/><category term="Music"/><category term="TV: Friends"/><category term="childhood"/><category term="shopping"/><category term="summer"/><category term="Alicia Keys"/><category term="Books: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"/><category term="Books: The Time Traveler&#39;s Wife"/><category term="Fashion"/><category term="Movie: Super 8"/><category term="Movie: The Hangover II"/><category term="Movie: X-Men First Class"/><category term="Movies: Due Date"/><category term="Movies: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1"/><category term="Movies: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2"/><category term="Movies: Paranormal Activity 2"/><category term="Movies: Priest"/><category term="Movies: Runaway Bride"/><category term="Movies: The Social Network"/><category term="Movies: Thor"/><category term="Music: 30 Seconds to Mars"/><category term="Music: Paramore"/><category term="Music: The Script"/><category term="Pisay Friends"/><category term="Quotes"/><category term="Robert Downey Jr."/><category term="Roger Federer"/><category term="Sports: French Open"/><category term="Sports: Pacquiao"/><category term="TV: Bones"/><category term="TV: Cougar Town"/><category term="The Gang"/><category term="Travel"/><category term="Wednesday Group"/><category term="Wimdu"/><category term="Yakal Friends"/><category term="booth-bones"/><category term="current events"/><category term="drinking"/><category term="fangirl"/><category term="food: burger king"/><category term="food: cinnabon"/><category term="food: flaming wings"/><category term="food: sbarro"/><category term="food: soy chicken"/><category term="food: tacos"/><category term="food: tita paring&#39;s suman"/><category term="love"/><category term="real life couples"/><category term="up lissa"/><title type='text'>all the makings of insanity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-1610553871992006306</id><published>2011-08-06T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T07:47:14.078-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Concert"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music: 30 Seconds to Mars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>30 Seconds to Mars in Manila</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp They say that the best things in life are free. And can I just say that last Friday was a testimony to that. Last Friday was the much-awaitd &lt;b&gt;30 Seconds to Mars in Manila Concert&lt;/b&gt; at the Trinoma Open Parking Lot. It was July 29, right in between my mom and baby brother&#39;s birthday. A month before the concert, Mariel and I decided not to go for we had so many things to pay for around that date -- Harry Potter Screening, Harry Potter Shirts, etc. Also, I was thinking that I would have to go home that Friday so we can celebrate my mom&#39;s and brother&#39;s birthdays. So I made peace in my heart that I wasn&#39;t gonna see &lt;b&gt;Jared Leto&lt;/b&gt; in all his glory. Mariel and I have been fans of 30STM since we were in high school... way back when they weren&#39;t as popular.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So anyway, the day before the concert, my friend &lt;a href=&quot;http://lafillefurieuse.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mado&lt;/a&gt; posted on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.plurk.com/&quot;&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt; that she had &lt;b&gt;2 free tickets&lt;/b&gt; to the concert. A friend of ours, July, got complimentary tickets from work, but he wasn&#39;t a fan of the band so he just gave it to Mado.  I joked to her that she take me with her instead, and by the end of the day, I was officially Mado&#39;s date to the concert. Would you believe it, my first ever FREE CONCERT!!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp On the day of the concert, I lined up in front of Conti&#39;s at around 2:30 PM and Mado just arrived around an hour before the gates opened. I think I was the 20th person in line and my 4-hour waiting time was all worth it, for we were right at the barricade in front of the stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Mado and I in line outside concert grounds and a baller I got while waiting in line&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I was so happy we decided to buy raincoats for the concert for it was raining the entire week. As soon as we got to our place in the ground, the rain never stopped pouring the entire night. But can I just say, as soon as the concert started, it was like Mado and I forgot that we were together. We just spent the entire time staring at Jared and singing along with him. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Despite our raincoats and zip lock for our cameras and phones, by the end of the concert, we were both soaking wet that our fingers were like raisins and we looked we just came out of the shower with all our clothes on. It was such a hassle &#39;coz we had to change our clothes for Carlo&#39;s birthday celeb in Malate (BTW, it was my first time to go to a gay club, and can I just say I had so much fun). But all I can say is that it was all worth it, especially since we didn&#39;t pay for our tickets. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Jared in all his glory, my ticket got torn and disintegrated after getting wet inside my back pocket&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Although the band only played around a dozen songs, I still think it was all worth it. I mean, Jared&#39;s and everybody else&#39;s energy level were so high I doubt it if I could&#39;ve lasted the rest of the night if they did 20 songs. Jared Leto was so amazing I could&#39;ve cried. He was a performer, more than anything else. If all singers were as good as him in terms of performance, I would lose all my money, just buying concert tickets.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1610553871992006306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-seconds-to-mars-in-manila.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1610553871992006306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1610553871992006306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-seconds-to-mars-in-manila.html' title='30 Seconds to Mars in Manila'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-6451843115007528455</id><published>2011-07-17T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T18:42:06.387-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childhood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2"/><title type='text'>My childhood has ended</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After 9 3/4 years, the last installment of the &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter Series&lt;/b&gt; was finally released a couple of days ago. Although I&#39;ve seen it twice already in the past couple of days, I&#39;m still in denial. I don&#39;t think I can formulate the words I felt, ever. I probably won&#39;t watch it again for another 5 years or so, and even then I won&#39;t be able to explain it. There&#39;s just too many emotions and reactions for me to write about it. All I know is that my childhood has ended. We really have to move on... but I don&#39;t want to.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjf8gqrr1P8_624XIgagnKcd38ytmFMeaqvGDr-W1B3LTQ6PEHP6tBFU-nQ33zF6o-MVpCGwu2FHND_gUBr8krD0hyUEOG8rSnaBSXMmKnkimUaHCehL_ERr6xBKin6IY520DVV2IFOQ4/s1600/281334_10150230416361364_556981363_7674785_404605_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjf8gqrr1P8_624XIgagnKcd38ytmFMeaqvGDr-W1B3LTQ6PEHP6tBFU-nQ33zF6o-MVpCGwu2FHND_gUBr8krD0hyUEOG8rSnaBSXMmKnkimUaHCehL_ERr6xBKin6IY520DVV2IFOQ4/s320/281334_10150230416361364_556981363_7674785_404605_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mariel, Michi and I wearing our Harry Potter shirts during the UP LSAA Block Screening of HP 7.2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Photo taken by Sir Igor&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;SLIS@50 Log and Exhibit People the night before the event&lt;br /&gt;
Photo taken by Sir Igs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp But what I&#39;m really really proud of was the &lt;b&gt;programme&lt;/b&gt; for the event. Ma&#39;am Rhea said that the programme will also serve as a souvenir in a way for the attendees so it had to be kinda bongga. Given our limited budget, I figured we couldn&#39;t spend much and time should also be considered since we had other stuff to do first. So I came up with this foldable thing. It opens up to show with the programme itself printed inside.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;SLIS@50 Opening Ceremonies Programme made by yours truly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I know it might look easy to make and all, but really it&#39;s not. I had to make three prototypes before getting it right. It was really hard with the logo since &lt;b&gt;Photoshop&lt;/b&gt; auto-centers the image when you paste it on the page when I didn&#39;t really need it to be. Plus, my &lt;b&gt;OCD&lt;/b&gt; was attacking me that week so I really needed to make it right. Not just because it would be handed out to 150 people during registration. lol&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After this event, all I can say is that I can now be a professional events planner. LOL I can even do the invitations for the event! Hahaha Anyone hiring?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/982501262663353251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/07/slis50-opening-ceremonies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/982501262663353251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/982501262663353251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/07/slis50-opening-ceremonies.html' title='SLIS@50 Opening Ceremonies'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDEBrILCkxIZA0cfsnNVANwd8MBV3QaoBjfzJYUAHxt5hENnciGqVtRFTjA5g7nbNkZs9PFyP0-DoJRfvel0N1tW4V234anBdPTdXgCN5zRExjoSp04UZfDFqMWdeSI4DO3KAKv-b2Uw/s72-c/261336_10150219146876364_556981363_7559259_2103467_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-128110697969440931</id><published>2011-06-10T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:35:28.453-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie: Super 8"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie: The Hangover II"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie: X-Men First Class"/><title type='text'>X-men + Super 8 + The Hangover II + shopping</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp FYI, I didn&#39;t watch all three movies in one day. Although it&#39;s not such a bad idea, staying in the mall all day hopping from one movie to another without paying for any of it. Michi, Mariel and I watched &lt;b&gt;X-men First Class&lt;/b&gt; on Tuesday. Mariel and I had been on a movie hiatus since summer classes ended. I went home to Bataan and Mariel went to Beijing for a week. So as soon as we got back in Manila, we really wanted to catch up on the movies we&#39;ve missed. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So yes, X-Men. Well, people we&#39;re raving about it for the past few weeks on how awesome it was and after Tuesday I think I&#39;m gonna say that I&#39;m not one of them. I mean, yes the movie was informative in a sense on how everything started like how Professor X and Magneto drifted apart besides that one was evil and the other was good. It also showed where they met/found everybody else. But aside from that, it was like a doomed love story between Charles and Eric. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp They had so many gay/bestfriend moments we couldn&#39;t help but mock and laugh at them. The part when Eric was gonna leave and Charles stopped him, saying &quot;You are not alone,&quot; we ended up singing &lt;b&gt;You are Not Alone by Michael Jackson&lt;/b&gt;. And the part when they both cried, Charles sympathizing with Eric&#39;s horrible childhood memories, we laughed so hard I think the guy sitting in front of us got mad or something. But how can you not laugh at that?!? HAHAHA Everytime they both showed up we were whispering &quot;McBender&quot; to each other.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I think the part that I really liked about it was when Charles tried out the cerebro and they started looking for other mutants; the part where they showed young Storm for like a split second and the other. My favorite was when they found Logan/Wolverine and he just said &quot;Go fuck yourself&quot; or something. Hahaha Very Wolverine of him. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Today (Friday), Mariel and I planned on going shopping after paying for our tuition. I wanted to buy new pants and maybe a top or something to start off the school year. Mariel already a 2 pairs of pants on Tuesday on a sudden shopping urge after our movie, which I was not prepared so I said that she had to come with me when I go shopping. However, today turned out to be more than a shopping day for us. We ended up watching 2 movies, shopping and watched a little bit of &lt;b&gt;Up Dharma Down&lt;/b&gt;&#39;s gig in Trinoma before we went home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp We were just in time for &lt;b&gt;Super 8&lt;/b&gt; so after buying our food from &lt;b&gt;Sbarro&lt;/b&gt;, we headed straight to the cinema. The movie, although had a not so unique plot, it was kind of funny having kids search for some alien/governmment secret instead of some duded with a dumb blonde on the side. It&#39;s funny how they react differently to the events/information that they find throughout the movie. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp What I liked about the movie though, are the actors. The kids were so funny and cute that it was kind of a preview of matinee idols 10 years from now. Joel Courtney who played the lead kid/guy really reminded me of Emile Hirsch. Oh and that hat kid on Mr. Magorium&#39;s Wonder Emporium was there too. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp But what really amazed me was how alike and different Elle Fanning is from Dakota. It&#39;s funny &#39;coz there were parts where you realize that Elle and Dakota have the same acting styles, although Dakota really is better after all those years of practice and stuff. And it&#39;s actually nice that their genre of films/roles differ so they kind of avoid being compared to each other. I mean Dakota has forever been a drama/serious actress and Elle is into the younger/action type of roles. So it&#39;s nice for Elle to be going off to a different direction and not be so overshadowed by Dakota&#39;s fame. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After watching &lt;b&gt;Super 8&lt;/b&gt;, we went straight back to the tcketing counter to buy tickets for &lt;b&gt;The Hangover II&lt;/b&gt;. We had a 30-minute break which we spent on going to &lt;b&gt;Powerbooks&lt;/b&gt; for me to buy the 2nd of the &lt;b&gt;Mysterious Benedict Society Series&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Perilous Journey&lt;/b&gt; and went back to the movies later. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &lt;b&gt;Hangover II&lt;/b&gt;, well what else can you say besides that it was hilarious? I mean, the things that  happened to them like the first one makes you wanna second guess about the ramifications of drinking and how f*cked up one night can get. But the way the movie presents it makes you think how awesome it was and that you kinda wanna be that hammered and all just to see what you might do. I can&#39;t really say which one was better, the first or this one &#39;coz all the shit that happened to them were entirely different given the different location and stuff. But just like the first movie, I think the best really were &lt;b&gt;Mr. Chow and Allen&lt;/b&gt;. They were so funny and gross and weird all at the same time you can&#39;t help but love them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After the movies, we then proceeded to shopping for clothes and other stuff. There were so much stuff to buy we couldn&#39;t help but feel sad that we didn&#39;t have enough money to buy the stuff we want. I ended up buying a pair of pants, same as one the pairs Mariel bought last Tuesday and a new compact powder + the book from earlier in the day. Oh and yes, we did catch like 2 songs of &lt;b&gt;Up Dharma Down&lt;/b&gt; while they were playing in Trinoma while we were walking back to the carpark. And can I just say &lt;b&gt;Armie Millare&lt;/b&gt; has one of the most wonderful female voices in the Philippines. :D *insert fangirl flail*&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Okay, have to go start on my book now. :D</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/128110697969440931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/06/x-men-super-8-hangover-ii-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/128110697969440931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/128110697969440931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/06/x-men-super-8-hangover-ii-shopping.html' title='X-men + Super 8 + The Hangover II + shopping'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-5948060665114056455</id><published>2011-05-27T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T05:46:54.213-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Roger Federer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports: French Open"/><title type='text'>For the Love of the Game</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So Roland Garros started this week, thus marks the start of my yearly tennis insanity. Every year, my dad and I stay up &#39;til wee hours of the night to watch major Tennis tournaments live. Our favorite is &lt;b&gt;Roger Federer&lt;/b&gt; and although &lt;b&gt;Maria Sharapova&lt;/b&gt; doesn&#39;t win, we still always watch her games just to see her play with so much poise in her awesome outfits. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I don&#39;t play tennis btw. My lungs simply cannot handle that much running for the ball and all. But for so years, my dad and I have always been fans of the game. We stayed &#39;til around 3AM watching Nadal - Federer fight for the 2007 French Open Finals. We know that clay really isn&#39;t Roger&#39;s forte, but we still love watching them battle.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp This year&#39;s Roland Garros has started out kind of disappointing for Tennis fans. First, the Williams sisters announced they weren&#39;t playing. Then, Ana Ivancovic loses on the first round. And Kim Clijsters, who was No. 1, now No. 2 in the World got eliminated in the 2nd round. However, this year also promises a good one for the newcomers, especially Caroline Garcia who&#39;s only 17. She had a game versus Maria Sharapova last night and although she lost, she still has a promising career ahead of her. I mean, even &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.twitter.com/andy_murray/&quot;&gt;Andy Murray&lt;/a&gt; said on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.twitter.com/&quot;&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; that she&#39;s good. I just hope that things pick up in tennis this year, unlike last year&#39;s Wimbledon which pretty much sucked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Our cable provider usually has Balls Channel so we usually watch on TV for tennis matches. However, this year, we do not seem to have it so I settled for live stream on the net. So for the next week, my nights will probably revolve around tennis and nothing else. With a pitcher of iced tea and popcorn beside me, I&#39;m probably all set. :D Here&#39;s to hoping that this year&#39;s tennis season would be a good one!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pearl necklaces, earrings and bracelets;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;daing at tuyo;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;corned beef and butter imported from New Zealand, &#39;coz apparently mas mahal sa States; and&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tita Paring&#39;s Suman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp My Tita Becky&#39;s friend Tita Anabelle told her about it and said that it was really good. It was kind of famous to Filipinos who live abroad. She told my mom about it and we actually tried it in one of our many Greenhills trips. Hmmm, how do I put this... well it wasn&#39;t to die for. Or maybe because we live in the Philippines and we eat suman every once in a while so we didn&#39;t find it special.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So back to my story, the day my Kuya&#39;s flight to Kuwait, I went to Greenhills to buy the pearls and the suman. It was easy buying the pearls &#39;coz Mariel and I went there the week before already. After that, I went on to buy the suman for my titas. I bought a dozen suman for P500 for my titas and another one for me, for P45. I thought maybe I would like it the second time around. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp And guess what, the suman brought me more nuissance than satisfaction. When I was about to get in the MRT, the guard asked me to open the box of suman, which was packed already by the restaurant/cafe. The guard didn&#39;t even help me open the box. He just handed me a cutter to open the box and packaging tape to reseal it. Plus, he didn&#39;t even spend 2 seconds looking at the contents of the box. And then by the time I got to MRT Trinoma Station, it was raining so hard, the platform was flooding already.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So I took a cab to prevent mydelf and the box from getting wet, but by the time the cab reached Parks and Wildlife along North Ave., it wasn&#39;t raining anymore. The cab driver even joked that it was storming in Trinoma only... yeah, funny. When I got home, I readily opened the suman. I only had brunch at 10AM that day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp The saddest thing about it was that I realized I didn&#39;t really like the suman. I think that the reason it became famous is that not many people sell/make suman latik anymore. The only thing I liked about it was the sweetened latik sauce you pour over the suman itself. Haha I guess you have to be away from the Philippines for years to appreciate the food. LOL</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/30245184578345187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/05/greenhills-errands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/30245184578345187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/30245184578345187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/05/greenhills-errands.html' title='Greenhills errands..'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSg30Jg-rDANHvuOOW7oyNHErtAGmDlUHMarY4Tww4WdYhnbt7RtrveGdyx5hT2_zgpIQ7y2OajgaT6ZFoA55na75u_zZgOkHh1PhyOwOXER9WO_6QUGy8541vGpyrrghHDdXt-6yGws/s72-c/100_9264-pola.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-193812418373105800</id><published>2011-05-20T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T08:35:34.774-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="booth-bones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fangirl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV: Bones"/><title type='text'>HAPPIEST FANGIRL IN THE WORLD</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s bigger than &lt;b&gt;Mer-Der&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s more than &lt;b&gt;Mondler&lt;/b&gt;.... &lt;br /&gt;
more than &lt;b&gt;Huddy&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s &lt;b&gt;Booth and Bones&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I think I can say that this year&#39;s season finale made me one of the happiest fangirls in the world. OMG FINALLY!!!!!! After 6 years!!!! HERE IT IS!!!!!&lt;333333 OMG I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN HOW HAPPY I AM.
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. HIS SMILE!!!! OMG IT&#39;S LIKE THE WHOLE WORLD JUST... OMG. &lt;3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/193812418373105800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/05/happiest-fangirl-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/193812418373105800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/193812418373105800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/05/happiest-fangirl-in-world.html' title='HAPPIEST FANGIRL IN THE WORLD'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-3766961736433218989</id><published>2011-05-17T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:52:59.246-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wimdu"/><title type='text'>WIMDU PHILIPPINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wimdu.com/&quot;&gt;Wimdu Website&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3766961736433218989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/05/wimdu-philippines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/3766961736433218989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/3766961736433218989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/05/wimdu-philippines.html' title='WIMDU PHILIPPINES'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-7136843771648298693</id><published>2011-05-12T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:34:47.614-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies: Priest"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies: Thor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer"/><title type='text'>Two Movies in One Night</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp A couple of weeks ago, Mariel and I were talking about how come up after almost 10 years of friendship, we&#39;ve never gone out drinking or clubbing whatsoever. We figured that all we do is watch movies after movies, bad or good. We watched all &lt;b&gt;Step Up&lt;/b&gt; movies together, the last 3 installments of the &lt;b&gt;Fast &amp; Furious&lt;/b&gt; franchise and &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/b&gt;. Then we realized that that was our thing. We watch movies like we have nothing better else to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp We&#39;ve watched so many movies together, especially since she got her MTRCB Card a couple of years ago and we didn&#39;t have to pay for movies anymore. And the worse part is, we&#39;ve seen so much stuff together we associate our real lives to the movies we&#39;ve seen. A couple of days ago, we were in &lt;b&gt;Span 10&lt;/b&gt; class and there was an on going renovation in the room above us. We kept on hearing the hammers pounding on the walls, making some kind of a beat. And guess what it reminded us of... the orcs and trolls of the &lt;b&gt;Mines of Moria&lt;/b&gt; scene in &lt;b&gt;LOTR: The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/b&gt;. It reminded us of the drums the trolls were beating to signal the army or something. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So anyway, this summer is like one of those summers when you don&#39;t run out of movies to watch. There seems to be an endless list of good movies coming out over the summer we can hardly keep up. Especially this week, when we have meetings almost everyday plus schoolwork. But then, because we are bored and apparently insane, we ended up watching two movies in one night. You see,  we already watched &lt;b&gt;Fast Five&lt;/b&gt; last Friday in Greenhills, which was so awesome by the way, so we&#39;re supposed to be like no movie for now. And then today, I made the &quot;mistake&quot; of checking the movie scheds in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.clickthecity.com/&quot;&gt;ClicktheCity&lt;/a&gt; and saw that &lt;b&gt;Priest&lt;/b&gt; was showing already. The moment I saw it, I readily told Mariel about it, who was seating beside me and made plans to see it in &lt;b&gt;SM Marikina&lt;/b&gt; in 3D. You see, it was a &lt;b&gt;Paul Bettany&lt;/b&gt; movie so we really had to watch it. We&#39;ve loved him since &lt;b&gt;A Knight&#39;s Tale&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Well, so back to the movie. Given that it was based on a graphic novel, it started off with a background of the war between the vampires (who can I just say looked more like aliens) and the race of men. The production chose to present this through graphics ala Rurouni Kenshin with all the blood and stuff which I am not sure if I like, &#39;coz I kinda don&#39;t like the drawing style of the graphics. I&#39;m not sure if they followed the style of the novel, having not read the novel itself yet.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp To be honest, it wasn&#39;t a spectacular movie. And we didn&#39;t really expect it to be, having been rated 17% by &lt;a href=&quot;rottentomatoes.com&quot;&gt;rottentomatoes&lt;/a&gt;. But we still, though it was okay considering that the concept really wasn&#39;t that unique to start with. What I liked about it was the thing about the concept of the Church controlling the people and making a new definition for the concept &lt;b&gt;Priest&lt;/b&gt; from spreading God&#39;s words to being the &quot;hands of God&quot; and literally protecting the people from vampires. It&#39;s just like how it is today, only more exaggerated. How the Church is trying to guide or mold how the people think, to what they think is right for the people.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp What I liked most about the movie was its &lt;b&gt;soundtrack&lt;/b&gt;. I commend the sound people for choosing the right songs and music for the movie. Though the story as I said was not spectacular, the soundtrack did not fail to set the mood for each of the scenes and conveyed the right mood for the audience. The song selection for the dramatic vampire attack and fight scenes were dramatic enough, but not cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp The CGI was also good in this movie. Notice that in most &lt;b&gt;3D&lt;/b&gt; or even &lt;b&gt;2D&lt;/b&gt; movies, they usually screw up the landscape CGIs and stuff.. the view. Like it&#39;s so obvious that the scenery sa computer-generated. In fairness to Priest&#39;s CGI people. They didn&#39;t mess it up. The depth of the background was just enough that we didn&#39;t even think of mocking the CGI, which we usually do.XD&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &lt;b&gt;Thor&lt;/b&gt; on the other hand had probably one of the cheesiest, unoriginal movie  soundtracks ever... or maybe because we&#39;ve watched so much already nothing seems original to us anymore. Well anyway, now I see why people said that the movie was a bore, because Thor had so many emo, self-pity/self-esteem moments that it seemed like a triumph against all the hardships of life. He had a moment when he couldn&#39;t lift the hammer and it was raining. And then the moment when he talked to Loki about their dad dying. And then when he faced the giant fire-breathing thing and finally got the hammer. And when Loki died and then the ending.. I was kind of hoping that there&#39;ll be one or two momentous moments (does that make sense?) to define the movie. And the scores for those momentsss... well they couldn&#39;t be more dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp And the script. A friend of mine said he liked the script, but I don&#39;t know. We were already mocking the lines halfway through the movie. There was a part when Thor said, &quot;This is madness!&quot;and Mariel whispered, &quot;This is Sparta!&quot; and we ended up laughing. And then the part when Thor destroyed the Bifrost and can not come back to Earth and they showing the scene where Natalie Portman was just waiting, I was like, &quot;He&#39;s gone. FOREVER!&quot;and right at that moment, Natalie said, &quot;He&#39;s gone.&quot; I mean, duh! It felt like they just wanted to fill the moment with a line and couldn&#39;t come up with anything better. They could&#39;ve just left it at that, but no. There were other parts that either felt like the line was wrong or they were saying too much, over-explaining things. &lt;br /&gt;
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Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice that the Forst Giants looked like the Jeepers Creepers creature, only blue. Hahaha&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It was funny when the S.H.I.E.L.D. people thought that the fire breathing giant was one of Tony Stark&#39;s creations. LOL&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Asgard infrastructures looked like Protoss structures from StarCraft with all the gold. Hahahaha&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The rainbow bridge kind of reminds me the rainbow track in one of the legs in Mario Kart. LOL &lt;/li&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After watching Thor, we realized we should&#39;ve just watched &lt;b&gt;Something Borroweed&lt;/b&gt; instead. Haha Maybe we&#39;ll watch it on Friday. LOL</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7136843771648298693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-movies-in-one-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/7136843771648298693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/7136843771648298693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-movies-in-one-night.html' title='Two Movies in One Night'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-627428111830363161</id><published>2011-04-18T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T09:38:21.614-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Concert"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music: The Script"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Yakal Friends"/><title type='text'>The Script in Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I better off dead? Am I better off the quitter?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Last night was the most awaited &lt;b&gt;The Script Concert&lt;/b&gt; in Manila. My &lt;b&gt;Yakal friends&lt;/b&gt; have been waiting for this concert for months and bought our tickets ahead of time. We just got &lt;b&gt;Gen Ad&lt;/b&gt; tickets, thinking that they&#39;re not Maroon 5 that we have to be so close as to I have to see the every contours of &lt;b&gt;Adam Levine&#39;s&lt;/b&gt; abs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7VE22vYSXnliaHqQpFlESEjLoQ6hHq9j5gCsQVT0Furq3VqVL92GLVtpnGGw-jkuHczA-0EIl-mVAw1E21JAlW4HMFMTCyaNMGFGTpPgcz_CsWnUEtZblxk4SuCU3h8tp2lQXKVWlv0/s1600/100_9068-pola.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7VE22vYSXnliaHqQpFlESEjLoQ6hHq9j5gCsQVT0Furq3VqVL92GLVtpnGGw-jkuHczA-0EIl-mVAw1E21JAlW4HMFMTCyaNMGFGTpPgcz_CsWnUEtZblxk4SuCU3h8tp2lQXKVWlv0/s320/100_9068-pola.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp To start of the day, Charu, Ate Lea, Ash and I had a late lunch in &lt;b&gt;Bigoli&lt;/b&gt; Trinoma before heading off to &lt;b&gt;Araneta Coliseum&lt;/b&gt; for the concert. After lunch, we proceeded to searching for a nice polo for Charu&#39;s brother as a grad gift. However, our search was unfruitful &lt;s&gt;is there such a word&lt;/s&gt;. We then left for the concert at a little over 5PM, since Cambels said that the line was getting long already.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp When we arrived at &lt;b&gt;Araneta&lt;/b&gt;, the line was too long we couldn&#39;t even see the gate. We ended up stuck between this couple wherein the guy looked like his gay and the girl looked like a minor and then this mother and daughter where the mom looked so horrified of the couple in front. LOL When we got in, the huge mound of people got separated into 3 smaller groups going in separate gates so we still ended up sitting in the first row of gen ad. Lucky us!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhklmNyCWCgRw74PvayUBsiNw8QNd3cupA3GnYt2gglUjj5jUzO4vp0OeV8fLSUvB_g1vemwDuiEG8WIe_Xm-zcqotxChAH5F2cUH6fIS27Vl51R8820IzVOgH6fWWtstLjdanNjJyKQc/s1600/100_9074-pola.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhklmNyCWCgRw74PvayUBsiNw8QNd3cupA3GnYt2gglUjj5jUzO4vp0OeV8fLSUvB_g1vemwDuiEG8WIe_Xm-zcqotxChAH5F2cUH6fIS27Vl51R8820IzVOgH6fWWtstLjdanNjJyKQc/s320/100_9074-pola.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;me, ash, ate lea, charu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp The concert started around 8:30PM and ended past 10PM. It was my first Araneta concert ever and I think it was the first time in my entire that there was literally a ringing in my ear. The past concerts I&#39;ve watched were in SM MOA so the fans&#39; shrieks and everything get diffused to the air and the rest of the world. But this time, Araneta is a closed space so our shouts and shrieks just stay inside and reverberate coming back to our ears. HAHAHA It was a good ringing though. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEger6KNeTnHiz18LWXv64S9qvtDetjqf3Nv7vWpnEEUtmuBvBDrovYBtiSRuxtjA-CWzr9CWjaI6Ee_qRAUzqg0GCpm0niXu2vK2W4FbxuXHdLRWA5qH_5rW_wSYFPjaW7m41-_IDDmxFE/s1600/100_9121-pola.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEger6KNeTnHiz18LWXv64S9qvtDetjqf3Nv7vWpnEEUtmuBvBDrovYBtiSRuxtjA-CWzr9CWjaI6Ee_qRAUzqg0GCpm0niXu2vK2W4FbxuXHdLRWA5qH_5rW_wSYFPjaW7m41-_IDDmxFE/s320/100_9121-pola.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I would want to elaborate on the songs and the events of the concert, but I still can&#39;t put them into words. All I can say is that I&#39;m so happy we went to that concert. Though our barkada wasn&#39;t complete and Nanay, meaning Ate Edge was there through phone patch, it was still one of the best nights I&#39;ve had with my single ladies. :D So happy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/627428111830363161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/script-in-manila.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/627428111830363161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/627428111830363161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/script-in-manila.html' title='The Script in Manila'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7VE22vYSXnliaHqQpFlESEjLoQ6hHq9j5gCsQVT0Furq3VqVL92GLVtpnGGw-jkuHczA-0EIl-mVAw1E21JAlW4HMFMTCyaNMGFGTpPgcz_CsWnUEtZblxk4SuCU3h8tp2lQXKVWlv0/s72-c/100_9068-pola.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-1685173223465324578</id><published>2011-04-10T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T08:00:43.350-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>past-due rant</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I have been patient. I did my job. I did more than what my job description stated. I did everything I could to make things work and let you have the spotlight. I didn&#39;t take credit for anything though I know I should&#39;ve long long ago thinking it&#39;s just part of the job just let it go. But man, do you really push my buttons.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp You have been the most irresponsible, worthless, common senseless, idiotic, freeloader, pain-in-the-ass person I know. And you call yourself a leader? What kind of leadership did you do this past year? Closing remarks? Taking credit for our work? my work? Showing up when people can see you, pretending you&#39;ve been working your ass off along with us? Galavanting with your stupid, greasy, non-combing looking boyfriend?! &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp My friends have been telling me to stand up and say something to put you in your place. I&#39;ve been taking advantage of my friends&#39; kindness asking them for their help to make sure things go the way they are. I figured I&#39;m too busy doing everybody else&#39;s job to find the time to cut your stupid throat with my words. That would have been time well spent, seeing you curl down on the floor drowning with shame. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Up to the last minute, I didn&#39;t want to say anything. After all, I survived a whole year doing what I do. But this, now, this is the last straw. After days of discussion, conversation and decision. You&#39;re telling me this now?!? That I&#39;m not gonna get my way?!? No, no, no. I&#39;m not letting you off the hook this time. You cannot just wave your stupid title on our faces, my face and just get your way done... or not get my way done just because of some stupid technicality you brought up a day too late. A DAY. After all the bullshit you&#39;ve put us through, you&#39;re telling me this now!?! What kind of idiotic stupid bullcrap irresponsible asshole mind do you have? Or do you even have one, &#39;coz you sure are acting like you don&#39;t have one.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp You&#39;re not gonna get through me this time. This is the last straw and you&#39;re not gonna get your way not even if I roll up and die right now. &#39;Coz if that&#39;s gonna happen, I&#39;ll make sure you go first.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1685173223465324578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/past-due-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1685173223465324578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1685173223465324578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/past-due-rant.html' title='past-due rant'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-4055591262283841540</id><published>2011-04-09T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T08:34:50.302-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food trippings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food: soy chicken"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food: tacos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>Food Trippings 04-09-2011</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp School breaks are probably the busiest days in our house. All of us kids are at home and my mom can&#39;t get enough of us roaming around the house. Everytime we&#39;re home, we ask our parents to buy/cook us food that we don&#39;t get to eat when we&#39;re away and my parents oblige happily. Especially to me, since I&#39;m the one who is always away and they feel like I don&#39;t eat well in U.P.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Well anyway, a couple of days ago, my siblings and I went to Subic with our mom for grocery shopping. My Kuya and I picked up some microwavable mac &amp; cheese, taco shells, taco mix and cheese to try out when we get home. And today we had the chance to try it. :) I bought some ground beef, white onions and cabbage to complete the recipe. Sauteed the beef with the onionsand taco mix, made salsa, grated the cheese, heated the shells and WHOLA! Instant home-made &lt;b&gt;tacos&lt;/b&gt; for merienda. :D&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3d5r12I8tKw2tu5wmNrFLSoK6cX20YVRVpHkID1KDU1a69o-6fv4TFPo0B1luHEk1HwID3xM1nq-1v9O5PZUVKsBBsWXm4Oj2hvcwDR9dX5eSE79brkFtDN2wtRgUJHXFzoz2gVjLk4/s1600/100_8962-pola.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3d5r12I8tKw2tu5wmNrFLSoK6cX20YVRVpHkID1KDU1a69o-6fv4TFPo0B1luHEk1HwID3xM1nq-1v9O5PZUVKsBBsWXm4Oj2hvcwDR9dX5eSE79brkFtDN2wtRgUJHXFzoz2gVjLk4/s320/100_8962-pola.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;taco assembly line&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp The thing is, merienda is kind of a big deal in our family. It&#39;s like one other official meal. People could probably tell if they see our bodies. Haha Today our relatives came over for merienda and good thing they liked it else my Kuya and I were gonna be the only one to finish all that food. Three families ended up having the tacos for merienda. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After a couple of hours, my mom and I realized we didn&#39;t have anything for dinner so we started thinking of food, &#39;coz last night we had Jollibee for dinner. We then remembered the &lt;b&gt;Soy Chicken&lt;/b&gt; we had a  week ago in SM Megamall at &lt;b&gt;Kowloon&lt;/b&gt; that we really liked.  And so I looked up the recipe on the net and bought the necessary ingredients. We already had half of the ingredients at home, so I just bought chicken, scallions and star anise. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp As soon as I got home from, my dad and I started preparing our own &lt;b&gt;Soy Chicken&lt;/b&gt; following the recipe from &lt;a href=&quot;http://chinese.food.com/recipe/chinese-soy-sauce-chicken-98923&quot;&gt;Food.com&lt;/a&gt;. We kinda strayed away from some of the stuff like replacing the five-spice powder with ground black pepper, using 4 chicken thighs instead of a whole and ignoring the sesame seeds completely. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zRbh4KdK7bfvE49oHWIZ7qrTpUgJPy_yAF3ULUiG6CFsoOsQm1nHRr66O_cyP6f_lSizsTNMnop_Q779IVLSCYsYI8rW42X4KAGeARRTSW_JR6q8OpTI7SsCipSA25_lQ5exWsFD0iA/s1600/100_8968-pola.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zRbh4KdK7bfvE49oHWIZ7qrTpUgJPy_yAF3ULUiG6CFsoOsQm1nHRr66O_cyP6f_lSizsTNMnop_Q779IVLSCYsYI8rW42X4KAGeARRTSW_JR6q8OpTI7SsCipSA25_lQ5exWsFD0iA/s320/100_8968-pola.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;our very own Soy Chicken... yum!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp My dad was kind of skeptical about it, saying that it&#39;s just chicken dipped in soy sauce but it turned out really good even though we weren&#39;t able to thicken the sauce as much. Overall, I&#39;d say our little experiment was a success! :D Hehe&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Tomorrow, we&#39;re gonna try the mac and cheese. If not, some spaghetti doesn&#39;t sound so bad on a Sunday afternoon. :D</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4055591262283841540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/food-trippings-04-09-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/4055591262283841540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/4055591262283841540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/food-trippings-04-09-2011.html' title='Food Trippings 04-09-2011'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3d5r12I8tKw2tu5wmNrFLSoK6cX20YVRVpHkID1KDU1a69o-6fv4TFPo0B1luHEk1HwID3xM1nq-1v9O5PZUVKsBBsWXm4Oj2hvcwDR9dX5eSE79brkFtDN2wtRgUJHXFzoz2gVjLk4/s72-c/100_8962-pola.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-1015946356569259711</id><published>2011-04-06T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:49:35.032-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>My life&#39;s curse.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp To tell you the truth, although I always whine about so many little stuff, I actually am pretty happy about my life. I got awesome friends, great family and my parents give me pretty much everything I want and need. If there&#39;s one thing I would really complain about is my &lt;b&gt;asthma&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Asthma runs in both sides of both sides of my family. My Lola from my dad&#39;s mom&#39;s side died of asthma. My mom&#39;s dad had asthma and so does his sister. My cousins from both mom and dad side have asthma. And so on and so forth.. I still remember the &quot;family nebulizer&quot; that goes back and forth from house to house everytime one of us kids had asthma. lol&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp But then, unlike my cousins and my Kuya who outgrew their asthma, I seem to be the only one who gets an asthma attack almost regularly. I first had to take steroids for my asthma when I was in Kinder II, then again when I was in Grade 3. At some point, I wasn&#39;t allowed to eat chocolates for they irritate my throat, therefore asthma. Two years ago, my cousins and I went swimming in Pansol, Laguna. In the middle of everything, I had this uber severe attack I had to take my inhaler twice or thrice before my breathing eased down. My cousins had a huge scare and only when I started drinking tequila and my breathing regulated that we kind of settled down. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp And now, my inhaler &lt;b&gt;Seretide&lt;/b&gt; is steroids induced. This inhaler is usually sufficient to subdue my attacks. But then, there are times when I really cannot wait for the inhaler to take its effect and literally cannot breathe from coughing, so I resort to my ever reliable nebulizer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz367cp08GWfDDG5P0v2nYNMTmkdV5_TpAKEWVgg_D6_YDviES1cMUHTD3K1BJRWzaR7YPPMco12I4ZvCoSYhS0SPMIOpOcxT3dFNc1vNDq1jTfVfPIJHrauhwc8Go8GaV8TuG5svIBH0/s1600/100_8953-pola.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz367cp08GWfDDG5P0v2nYNMTmkdV5_TpAKEWVgg_D6_YDviES1cMUHTD3K1BJRWzaR7YPPMco12I4ZvCoSYhS0SPMIOpOcxT3dFNc1vNDq1jTfVfPIJHrauhwc8Go8GaV8TuG5svIBH0/s320/100_8953-pola.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Just like now, my inhaler have run out and the Baygon stench in my room from earlier has not gone away yet. I couldn&#39;t breathe and my Kuya and I ended up going to the hospital to buy meds. Thank God for my ever so dependable nebulizer, now I have my life support.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPistaCVnxXuUMmuBXsspudbypC3XzpZ2QN8H3SqfHl5DlOSFDHS2xmCKmK81KMW2HsrEpbIjqJ-uXh35MuP4j4no9tpsJ39IKz8rphOWb_ZzJ3SuH7xNTRZ4prwv2RPpFfLqhbMb16s/s1600/991f3bc8e44425c971e19c36c75e882b-pola.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPistaCVnxXuUMmuBXsspudbypC3XzpZ2QN8H3SqfHl5DlOSFDHS2xmCKmK81KMW2HsrEpbIjqJ-uXh35MuP4j4no9tpsJ39IKz8rphOWb_ZzJ3SuH7xNTRZ4prwv2RPpFfLqhbMb16s/s320/991f3bc8e44425c971e19c36c75e882b-pola.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp The last time I had an asthma attack before today, I ended up missing a whole week of class. I almost missed the LIS Congress. And that I guess is my only perpetual complain in life. I could&#39;ve been allergic to strawberries or kiwi or something. But no, I have to have asthma for the entire span of my life.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1015946356569259711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-lifes-curse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1015946356569259711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1015946356569259711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-lifes-curse.html' title='My life&#39;s curse.'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz367cp08GWfDDG5P0v2nYNMTmkdV5_TpAKEWVgg_D6_YDviES1cMUHTD3K1BJRWzaR7YPPMco12I4ZvCoSYhS0SPMIOpOcxT3dFNc1vNDq1jTfVfPIJHrauhwc8Go8GaV8TuG5svIBH0/s72-c/100_8953-pola.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-7698713843764602087</id><published>2011-04-05T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T08:32:12.626-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="current events"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant"/><title type='text'>Thoughts on China Drug Mule Execution</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Before you proceed, please don&#39;t judge me for my opinions. They&#39;re mine and I&#39;m not imposing it on anyone. I will not however apologize for them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp This is probably my first post that concerns politics or current events whatsoever. But OMG I cannot take it anymore. This issue should&#39;ve been done weeks ago, but it still bugs me everytime I see something related to it. My friend &lt;a href=&quot;whenwegetthere.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Jane&lt;/a&gt; posted on twitter a blog discussing the unethical treatment of the media regarding the China Drug Mule Execution. This blog cited a newspaper article written by the awesome Dean of the UP College of Law, Raul Pangalangan. Here follows his article &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://opinion.inquirer.net/inquireropinion/columns/view/20110331-328644/Drug-mules-Even-in-grief-we-are-confused&quot;&gt;Drug mules: Even in grief, we are confused&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Even our unrequited prayers for the three executed Filipinos show that we fundamentally misunderstand the problem that we face. We were half-hearted in objecting to the death penalty. We called the drug mules OFWs when in fact they were not. We lump them together with Flor Contemplacion and Sarah Balabagan, and fail to discern the differences in their cases, or ask if we could have timely asked the Chinese courts to mitigate the penalty. Protest banners call for “Justice for Credo, Villanueva and Batain.” I’m sure the Chinese will say, “Well, that’s exactly what we gave them!”, and argumentatively our only rejoinder will be to impose our own standards of justice upon the Middle Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Of course we must grieve that three Filipinos, forced by poverty to serve as drug mules, have been executed in a foreign land. As a nation, we must ensure that our government reaches out to vulnerable Filipinos on trial before foreign courts and ensure that they have proper legal assistance. As a people, we must look inward as well, and ask ourselves why millions of our countrymen sacrifice so much just to give their families a decent life, while top dogs in government corporations reward themselves obscene sums and top generals leave office with million-peso “pabaons.” All these, while a passive nation led by its ombudsman looks the other way.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp In sum, we empathized viscerally but maybe our brains lagged behind our hearts. We need to reconcile our official position which is to plead for mercy, with our public rhetoric which is that of moral outrage. To start with, we should have been outraged at the death penalty itself. We were not, because deep down within the Filipino heart, we actually approve of it in the first place. Look at the historical record. We abolished capital punishment in the 1987 Constitution “unless, for compelling reasons involving heinous crimes, the Congress hereafter [restores] it.” And in 1993, restore it Congress did, as a facile response to the rise of kidnap for ransom gangs. In April 2001, President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo effectively suspended the death penalty by automatically commuting all sentences. By 2003, Arroyo lifted the de facto moratorium. In early 2004, Pope John Paul II asked us to stop all executions, and Arroyo obliged. In June 2006, on the eve of Arroyo’s visit to the Vatican, she signed RA 9346 abolishing the death penalty once again. There have since been periodic attempts to restore the death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp For us, the death penalty debate has been mere political football, bereft of any deeply held moral consensus. And for the current football season, the death penalty argument would not have swayed the Chinese, who apparently have the highest rate of executions worldwide and, even worse, are instinctively resistant to international pressure. But handled well, we could have capitalized on the global consensus against the death penalty, the same consensus that we mobilized to save the life of Sarah Balabagan, the Filipina in the United Arab Emirates who stabbed and killed her employer who was raping her.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp Two, there is a stark difference between the cases of Contemplacion and Balabagan vis-à-vis the drug mules in China. For Contemplacion, accused of murder, we argued that she made her first confession without the benefit of counsel. For Sarah, a rape victim, we argued self-defense. In none of our pleas to China do we even plead the innocence of the convicted Filipinos. For the Xiamen and Shenzhen executions, the best we could muster is to fix the blame on the drug traffickers fronting as job recruiters, because the actual drug carriers were apparently complicit in the crime.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp Three, I sense an initial ambivalence by our government on the issue of drug mules on trial abroad. Did we earlier give them legal aid during their trial? Even after conviction, was there any room for the judges to mitigate the penalty? Was there any room for executive clemency for the executive branch to pardon or reduce the penalty? The one-month stay of execution gained by Vice President Jejomar Binay was a feat, because China is itself building up its “rule of law” institutions, and appeals from the political branches of the Philippines addressed to China’s judicial agencies were an uphill battle to start with. In other words, the execution of convicted drug traffickers is what we call “national treatment,” i.e., how China treats its own citizens similarly situated, and what we were asking for was special treatment for our nationals.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Fourth, I am troubled by protest banners that call for “Justice for OFWs on death row.” Genuine OFWs must object to being lumped together with the drug mules. For certain they have similarities: the pressures of economic insecurity, their vulnerability in an alien land, the spirit of self-sacrifice for spouses, children and parents. But the similarities end the moment the drug mules carry contraband on their persons and enter the Naia. By putting them all in one basket, we expose bona fide OFWs to increased monitoring (paid for by increased regulatory fees) for crimes not of their own making, and to increased harassment abroad by hostile and predatory airport officials.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Moreover, we confuse justice with mercy, or to be more precise, the Philippine brand with the Chinese brand of justice. We were surprised that in the Chinese Supreme Court, decisions can be final. We have been so used to eternal flip-flopping, the Filipino notion that due process of law means endless process. We also mistakenly thought that an unabashed plea for mercy unadorned by legal argument would suffice, and that human drama would trump legal doctrine as handily in China as it does in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp The media kept on insisting that we Filipinos should sympathize with the 3 executed drug mules. And I get that they were Filipinos and they died. But why do we have to sympathize?!? They were criminals. More than anything, what this issue brought to the Filipino Nation was shame and disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; Why did they do it? Because they couldn&#39;t find a decent job in the Philippines to provide for their families. The Philippine Government could not provide decent jobs for its countrymen enough to have them stray away from crimes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt; They were not OFWs. Just like Dean Pangalangan said, it&#39;s a shame that they were likened to OFWs who work their asses off to provide for their families in the Philippines in a legal way. My brother will soon be leaving for Kuwait to work as a nurse and if I hear anyone say that those drugs mules were OFWs like my brother, I will probably punch him in the face or something. It&#39;s a disgrace to OFWs... or any Filipino for that matter who benefit from the Hard work of OFWs around the world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt; Why did this issue only come up when they were already sentenced to death? This issue should&#39;ve been dealt with by the Philippine Government during the trial palang. If the government / media were going to get involved in this, they should&#39;ve been there from the start. When they were arrested and presented to the court. Our government should have given them aid at every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;FOUR&lt;/b&gt; The government or anyone for that matter can ask China to bend their rules for them. A country&#39;s rules or any rules apply to everyone. No one has the right to make the rules work for them no matter what situation they are in. If you think about it, what if China repeals their decision on those 3 Filipinos? What would the rest of their country think of their government? How would the other Chinese people in death row think? Yes, we can plead but we cannot condemn China for not changing their mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;FIVE&lt;/b&gt; This whole issue just gave the rest of the world a first row seat view of how skewe our justice system is. For the Filipino people to expect that the convicted drug mules can actually be &quot;SAVED&quot; from execution just shows how we belittle the whole justice system. Did we expect that China will bend their rules after VP Binay talks to them? Or did we expect that we can bribe our way through anything? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;SIX&lt;/b&gt; The husband of one of the drug mules asked the Philippine Government to look after the education of their children. OMG. Your wife was a convicted criminal and you ask your country to look after your kids? Isn&#39;t it your responsibility to provide for your family? What are you doing in your life? And if Pres. Noynoy&#39;s administration sends those kids to school, he might as well send all those Muntinlupa prisoners&#39; kids to school.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;SEVEN&lt;/b&gt; The worst of all is how the media feasted on this issue like it was some celebrity divorce or something. First of all, they were convicted criminals and not some hardworking OFW who were abused. They are not alike and so we should not feel the same way towards them. They could have given the family some respect and privacy as they grieved for their loved ones. If I were one of the children of one of the drug mules, I could have punched the reporters who asked me how I felt about losing a parent. Of course I&#39;m gonna feel sad. How else are they supposed to feel? All this uproar and misdirected sympathy is the media&#39;s fault. We cannot expect other countries to have the same faulty system as ours. Not because they hold on to their laws and principles does not give us the right to condone them. Not because we&#39;re the ones losing a fellow countrymen does it mean that we&#39;re the &quot;dehado&quot; side. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Yes it is sad that they had to die. And that their lives were so miserable they were driven to illegal means just to provide for their families. But just like our parents used to say when were younger and get scolded when we did something wrong: &quot;Kung ayaw mong mapalo, wag kang salbahe.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7698713843764602087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts-on-china-drug-mule-execution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/7698713843764602087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/7698713843764602087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts-on-china-drug-mule-execution.html' title='Thoughts on China Drug Mule Execution'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-7316562474980463492</id><published>2011-04-04T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T07:32:25.688-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer"/><title type='text'>Home.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirbXSbJkUgzx7HujWOWrpYUoeyVld7iCJonw3TgBFD2kj9slQAfQVP7rKcRPn6gwoAZpcsqRPzw7YpXxRloHVq8iYkbYGbY83QnZleqAZ2VAE_ueD8ypLNtfvFRU_e49G6UDCGBmuI1c/s1600/100_8937-pola.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirbXSbJkUgzx7HujWOWrpYUoeyVld7iCJonw3TgBFD2kj9slQAfQVP7rKcRPn6gwoAZpcsqRPzw7YpXxRloHVq8iYkbYGbY83QnZleqAZ2VAE_ueD8ypLNtfvFRU_e49G6UDCGBmuI1c/s320/100_8937-pola.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;my uber cozy, green, softly lighted, awesome room&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So my semester is finally over. I&#39;ve submitted all my papers and am just waiting for my grades to come up. I&#39;ve been home the past 3 days and all I&#39;ve done is sleep and eat and face the computer while watching TV. Check out my daily schedule. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;10:00AM&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp Wake up and turn on laptop&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;10:10AM&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp Breakfast with Prada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;11:00AM&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp Watch TV in Kuya&#39;s room&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;12:00NN&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp Lunch with family and gang up on baby brother&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;01:00PM&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp Watch TV or some DVD with my Tatay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;03:00PM&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp Internet and merienda with Mom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;04:00PM&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp Kwento with cousin/s&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;07:30PM&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp Dinner&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;08:30PM&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp Internet and TV&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;11:00PM&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp Lie down, read a book and sleep ♥&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So you see, I&#39;m bound to gain all the weight that I can. My parents have this &quot;idea&quot; that when I&#39;m in school, I don&#39;t eat properly so when I come home, they buy and cook stuff that I love to make up for the days that I &quot;don&#39;t&quot; eat well. And given the two-week break I get before summer classes start, I&#39;m bound to gain all the weight in the world. LOL&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Plus, the only exercise I think I&#39;m gonna get is swimming. But then, everytime our family goes swimmming, we end up bringing a lot of food and my cousins and I just eat the whole day non-stop. Hahaha Good luck to me!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7316562474980463492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/7316562474980463492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/7316562474980463492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/home.html' title='Home.♥'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirbXSbJkUgzx7HujWOWrpYUoeyVld7iCJonw3TgBFD2kj9slQAfQVP7rKcRPn6gwoAZpcsqRPzw7YpXxRloHVq8iYkbYGbY83QnZleqAZ2VAE_ueD8ypLNtfvFRU_e49G6UDCGBmuI1c/s72-c/100_8937-pola.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-7122533588982417825</id><published>2011-04-01T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T06:00:40.420-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s Swatch Time</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I&#39;ve always been a &lt;b&gt;Swatch&lt;/b&gt; kid. My first wrist watch was a blue and green &lt;b&gt;Flik Flak&lt;/b&gt; from the States. And then I had this hot pink and neon green Baby-G looking Swatch in grade school. My Kuya had a similar one with blue dial and translucent strap. My family are watch people... or whatever you call people who like watches. LOL We don&#39;t necessarily collect watches, but we don&#39;t buy watches for nothing. We have high standards for watches. My Dad has this &lt;b&gt;Bulova&lt;/b&gt; watch that he&#39;s had as long as I can remember. And my Mom has the classic round &lt;b&gt;Gucci&lt;/b&gt; watch with the changeable rings and this other Gucci watch. Plus, my parents have this matching pair of &lt;b&gt;Longines&lt;/b&gt; watches my Mom bought. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So my point is, we value our watches. &lt;s&gt;yuck, parang insurance&lt;/s&gt; When I was a kid, I always thought that when I grow up, my Mom&#39;s gonna hand me over her classic Gucci. But then, as any other thing, her watch&#39;s latch/lock came loose through time too the point that it&#39;s too loose it falls off from her wrist. So goodbye dream watch for  me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp And then last December, my Mom and I went shopping and she asked me if I wanted to buy a new watch for myself since my &lt;b&gt;Guess&lt;/b&gt; watch that I&#39;ve been using has been with me for years already. And I was like, sure why not? But then for some odd reason when we were actually looking at stores already, I wasn&#39;t in the mood anymore. And I told her that maybe we should just by next time. &lt;s&gt;may sakit yata ako nun&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So guess what... today is &quot;next time&quot;. :D:D:D I mentioned in my &lt;a href=&quot;http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/food-trippings-03-31-2011.html&quot;&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt; about my Mom asking me to go to SM Megamall to check out the watches on sale. So the thing is, when we came back today, the ones I wanted weren&#39;t there anymore. They got sold already. And then I was gonna settle for the gold version of the one I originally wanted from &lt;b&gt;Guess&lt;/b&gt; and then my Mom was like, &quot;Gusto mo magtingin pa tayo sa Swatch? Yung tiningnan mo kahapon.&quot; And who am I to say no? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVge1JFE0ON42LMr8UGeljsL07GWTHwLBDzGEQUVEFmY91OHME7utKqsFTIA2BzUcr3HejoNPwrRadttqEdwsyoME5VOCWnDUv0spKwbe1_8ZnehMv1VWkfm3LNUbQ0GHPFYhKDY_tE54/s1600/100_8932-pola.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVge1JFE0ON42LMr8UGeljsL07GWTHwLBDzGEQUVEFmY91OHME7utKqsFTIA2BzUcr3HejoNPwrRadttqEdwsyoME5VOCWnDUv0spKwbe1_8ZnehMv1VWkfm3LNUbQ0GHPFYhKDY_tE54/s320/100_8932-pola.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I was gonna ask her to buy me clothes din sana from &lt;b&gt;Forever 21&lt;/b&gt; but I decided otherwise, since I was kinda feeling guilty that she bought me this watch already without any occassion or anything special.. Hahaha Just that I&#39;m her child. Oh well, there will always be next time. ♥</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7122533588982417825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-swatch-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/7122533588982417825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/7122533588982417825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-swatch-time.html' title='It&#39;s Swatch Time'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabpccIaS2Yu-hjILt5FyfChgL1yEGZHsLBBusM-lbAiAwGt_RMyfiTwA6mDuWin8KtnMGWuezobkEOuJOXpUch60jvn2K0Rn6kQZDAiEiHOWOXKu9FdOHnMCGQUfOqmOnyneRHu-13aY/s72-c/100_8929-pola.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-1616101096345076210</id><published>2011-03-31T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T04:23:40.525-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food trippings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food: sbarro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping"/><title type='text'>Food Trippings 03-31-2011</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So my Mom called me at 8:30 in the morning to tell me to go to &lt;b&gt;SM Megamall&lt;/b&gt; to check out this watch sale in the Main Atrium. Brands such as Guess, Timex, Esprit, Versus, Sketchers, etc. were having a sale on their watches. She wanted me to check them out so in case I like something, she can go to Manila tomorrow and we&#39;ll buy it. &lt;s&gt;dapat talaga ibigay nya na sakin yung credit card eh&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Since it was for me naman talaga, and I really didn&#39;t have anything to do today, I left UP a little before 12nn and went to SM Megamall. Took the jeep and MRT, and when I got there, the Main Atrium was filled with people already. And then after picking and choosing and lots of pushing, I called my Mom to tell her which ones I like. I picked out a &lt;b&gt;Guess&lt;/b&gt; silver watch with circular dial and had rings on it&#39;s bracelet. I also saw this other one from &lt;b&gt;Esprit&lt;/b&gt; silver watch that has this really thin, rectangular dial and usual links. I like the Guess better, but it&#39;s like P1,000 more than the Esprit one, so we&#39;ll see tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After that, I went on strolling around SM Megamall A and B. Then I saw &lt;b&gt;F21&lt;/b&gt;. It was my first time to go there, since Megamall isn&#39;t really in my usual route. No it&#39;s actually so far from my route that I think the last time I went there was when I was still in High School. Hahaha Anyway, so F21. OMG I&#39;ve never felt so happy and sad at the same time. It&#39;s like finding treasure with poisonous cockroaches crawling on it. I hate cockroaches. So much stuff to buy... and no money. Good thing magkikita kami ng nanay ko bukas... HAHA&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Before going home to sulk around my moneyless state, I realized I haven&#39;t had lunch yet so I went on looking for a place to eat. Ended up at the end of Mega A building, the side going to Mega B ground floor. There was &lt;b&gt;Wendy&#39;s, Pollo Roco, Kenny Rogers and Sbarro&lt;/b&gt;. I didn&#39;t know what to eat and I ended up going inside all of those restaurants before deciding to eat at &lt;b&gt;Sbarro&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I ordered of course a slice of &lt;b&gt;Supreme Pizza, thin crust&lt;/b&gt; because I never liked Pan Pizzas with so much bread. Also, out of hunger and because I was itching to spend on something, just not much. I ordered a &lt;b&gt;Meat Sauce Spaghetti&lt;/b&gt;. I was so tempted to have &lt;b&gt;meatballs&lt;/b&gt; on it, &#39;coz who doesn&#39;t love meatballs? But decided on the opposite, thinking I can&#39;t finish that! Hahaha As if the pizza and spaghetti weren&#39;t enough. LOL I ended up just finishing the spaghetti and only half of the pizza, thus the take-out bag.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp And if you&#39;re looking for real Italian pasta, &lt;b&gt;Sbarro&lt;/b&gt; serves pasta with real tomato sauce made out of REAL tomatoes and not paste. You can actually see the crushed tomates swimming with the ground beef, mushroom and onions. The sweet and sour taste of the tomato combined with the beef plus Sbarro&#39;s arm-thick oven-fresh garlic bread..? Super comfort food ♥&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDsHc_qYPU2Q6wTCd1QQxJyvEEr8wNbAo69QWIadvE6A4cMHu4jXcyGWHPITj1yHW88H6x2RZVz3lFLCIQeA85kwwrjoTyHq0kXnF_BleKpGkUdLOqWaeed7sDlOWTAMsMyOYV1wtTua4/s1600/100_8927-pola.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDsHc_qYPU2Q6wTCd1QQxJyvEEr8wNbAo69QWIadvE6A4cMHu4jXcyGWHPITj1yHW88H6x2RZVz3lFLCIQeA85kwwrjoTyHq0kXnF_BleKpGkUdLOqWaeed7sDlOWTAMsMyOYV1wtTua4/s320/100_8927-pola.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp In fairness to my meal, it wasn&#39;t as expensive as I expected. Considering the amount of food that I bought and the quality, it&#39;s actually a good deal. :D Spaghetti + thick garlic bread + 1 slice of pizza &lt;s&gt;which is like 2 slices of regular pizza&lt;/s&gt; + large iced tea = Sbarro love ♥</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1616101096345076210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/food-trippings-03-31-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1616101096345076210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1616101096345076210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/food-trippings-03-31-2011.html' title='Food Trippings 03-31-2011'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUKw6-BfHD0r1HNJE981LkSNoAWO3x1FaTe8QHtC6SYCItjyG_qWpnkboUhSjuO_ctAvFImPQdvVhH1pqjj2VX1wobLlpUtTKf-b0nnToMXWhzEOzpW9iMxRH9uKuCT9i4R7cMriITVk/s72-c/100_8922-pola.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-8940267731755820457</id><published>2011-03-30T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:22:04.828-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life couples"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV: Cougar Town"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV: Friends"/><title type='text'>Love. Love. Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Courtney Cox and Josh Hopkins are together. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I know we all felt sad and maybe shed a few tears when Courteney and David announced that they were separated after 11 years of marriage. I still remember the pilot episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Season 6 where they congratulated Courteney and David for getting married. ♥&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp But then, although I was hoping that they get back together, I was really happy to see this on &lt;a href=&quot;http://justjared.buzznet.com/&quot;&gt;Just Jared&lt;/a&gt; ♥ I mean, Jules and Grayson.. GRAYSONSHIP ♥ hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I know it&#39;s sad and with Scream 4 coming up.. That&#39;s probably gonna be weird. But still I think this is me craving for reasons to find kilig.♥ Hahaha And this long Cougar Town hiatus... OMG I can&#39;t wait to watch a new episode!♥ Or maybe I&#39;ll just watch the old ones..Hahaha</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8940267731755820457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-love-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/8940267731755820457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/8940267731755820457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-love-love.html' title='Love. Love. Love.'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-1998347428760094783</id><published>2011-03-25T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:49:58.669-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food trippings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food: burger king"/><title type='text'>Food Trippings 03-24-2011</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp It&#39;s the end of the semester and Mariel and I had only one class that day. We were supposed to present our LIS 131 project and then head off somewhere for lunch. I was craving &lt;b&gt;Ma Mon Luk&lt;/b&gt; mami so we decided to go there after Michi&#39;s practical exam. But then, Michi&#39;s exam took longer than expected so Mariel and I decided to just head off to &lt;b&gt;Burger King&lt;/b&gt; Marcos Highway to have lunch and take advantage of their free charging and wi-fi. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After stopping for gas, Mariel ordered her usual &lt;b&gt;Mushroom Swiss Burger&lt;/b&gt; and I tried the &lt;b&gt;BK Single Stack Burger&lt;/b&gt; (the one with bacon) with large iced tea and fries. I didn&#39;t know at first what the difference was between the &lt;b&gt;BK Stack Burger&lt;/b&gt; with my usual &lt;b&gt;BK BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger&lt;/b&gt;. Apparently, it&#39;s just the sauce/dressing. One had BBQ sauce and the other one had mustard and mayo on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After 4 hours of studying and discussing SLIS@50 stuff, we decided to go home to avoid the traffic during rush hour. We then went home to Mariel&#39;s house in Marikina, &lt;s&gt;my second house&lt;/s&gt; to continue with school stuff and Korea stuff. After dinner, we ended up talking to Mariel&#39;s Mom, Tita Kyen about &lt;i&gt;aswangs, manananggal, tikbalang, Neptune and Little Mermaid.&lt;/i&gt; Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp We went up to Mariel&#39;s room at around 9pm and after just 30 mins. we decided we were hungry... again. Hahaha You see the thing about Mariel&#39;s house is that most of the food they have, if they have any must be cooked first before consumption. And given our state and lazyness, we ended up making &lt;b&gt;PB&amp;J sandwiches&lt;/b&gt; and heated them up on the waffle maker. We were too impatient to wait for the toaster to toast the wheat bread. Haha&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp We kept on wondering why we go hungry so often even after eating so much food. Hahaha And we only had one explanation. STUDYING. Our brains burned up all the stuff we ate and so we feel hungry so fast after eating. Hahaha We know it&#39;s a lame excuse, but hell we just wanted to eat. Haha</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1998347428760094783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/food-trippings-03-24-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1998347428760094783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1998347428760094783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/food-trippings-03-24-2011.html' title='Food Trippings 03-24-2011'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsF5Zf6Yjsmysm7e_SsZvFVoLYZ50HASugCCMfpJS4K6Z39z5P9VE3xY5M0OKw0wIuQaAQ72-NyIYutAAfd0sBxYltLzh5OtAI6ErBW2IoLztvyAjE7jWuFHWhuRaxQL6ZrHBb9cXSrb8/s72-c/100_8887-pola.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-7813415551983303601</id><published>2011-03-16T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:02:52.566-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food trippings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food: cinnabon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food: flaming wings"/><title type='text'>Food Trippings 03-15-2011</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp To start of my food documentation thingy, I took pictures of some of the food Mariel and I had today. We kinda had a longer than usual lunch break today, so we actually had the time to go outside UP for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp We ordered our usual &lt;b&gt;chicken tenders meal&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Carribean Jerk&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;b&gt;honey mustard dip&lt;/b&gt; for me and &lt;b&gt;wasabe mayo&lt;/b&gt; for Mariel. For some odd reason, the chicken tenders today was extra spicy that day that I couldn&#39;t even enjoy what I was eating. I ended up feeling full because I finished my pink lemonade halfway thru my meal to counter the spicyness, hence the leftover.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After PE1 class, Mariel and I decided to watch &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHVU3fKhsjI&quot;&gt;Adjustment Bureau&lt;/a&gt; in Trinoma. The movie was scheduled at 3:00pm so we had time for Mariel had time to buy a new shirt to replace the one she was wearing [it had a hole kasi]. Before going in to the movie, we decided to go to &lt;b&gt;McDo&lt;/b&gt; and buy some fries and drinks to take to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After the movie, we stopped by &lt;b&gt;Cinnabon&lt;/b&gt; to satisfy my week-long craving for cinnamon rolls. I&#39;ve been wanting to eat cinnamon rolls since last week and I only got the chance to buy one today, so Yay!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp What we love about Cinnabon&#39;s &lt;b&gt;Classic Cinnamon&lt;/b&gt; is that it&#39;s not too sweet. They pour melted butter on top of it, so it kinda nuetralizes the sweetness that comes from the cinnamon and sugar. [I first wanted to buy a &lt;b&gt;Pecanbon&lt;/b&gt;, but the caramel they put on top is too sweet for my taste] Plus, they always serve it to you soft and hot, like fresh from the oven. :D But I guess the best thing about Cinnabon is that the cinnamon is actually there in the whole roll, and not just in the core/middle like other commercialized cinnamon rolls. It was P90 spent well.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;check out Mariel&#39;s cheek with cinnamon in her mouth. Haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp We got out of the cinema at 5:00pm, and Mariel had to be at choir rehearsals at 5:30pm. So I ordered the cinnamon for take-out and we just ate it in the car on the way back to UP.Since Mariel was driving, I ended up feeding her the cinnamon. Haha It was a good way to start the week. &lt;3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7813415551983303601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/food-trippings-03-15-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/7813415551983303601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/7813415551983303601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/food-trippings-03-15-2011.html' title='Food Trippings 03-15-2011'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-2073606831992129418</id><published>2011-03-16T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:35:08.201-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food trippings"/><title type='text'>Food trippings with Mariel</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp This I think is my first blog post this year. Hahaha I seemed to have forgotten about this blog when 2011 kicked in and everytime I thought of posting soemthing, I couldn&#39;t think of anything to write about... But then, a thought crept up to me to start a sort of food blog of my food trippings with Mariel. :D So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So here&#39;s the thing. Ever since Mariel got her car, we&#39;ve been going everywhere in search of places to eat... not exactly everywhere, but you know -- around UP. Every Tuesday and Thursday or any day during lunchtime, Mariel and I go search for new places to eat, which wasn&#39;t actually that special or out of the ordinary thing. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp However, around a month ago, I think it was UP Fair Week, for some odd reason, Mariel and I started craving for food and all. We had &lt;b&gt;Wendy&#39;s&lt;/b&gt; on Tuesday, &lt;b&gt;Box o&#39; Rice&lt;/b&gt; on Wednesday, then &lt;b&gt;Boulevard Diner&lt;/b&gt; in Xavierville on Thrsday.  We ended up eating so much food that week that we felt so guilty and decided to eat like fish and salad the week after that. But of course, we didn&#39;t really do that. Haha&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp And then there was this Monday a coupleof weeks ago, I slept over Mariel&#39;s house and on the way home we stopped by &lt;b&gt;Rustan&#39;s Supermarket&lt;/b&gt; in Marikina and bought 1.5L root beer, 1 pint vanilla ice cream, a box of microwavable cheese popcorn [staple overnight food] and fish crackers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Last Tuesday, we had Sizzling Keema from &lt;b&gt;Mister Kabab&lt;/b&gt; and Thursday we went to Trinoma for some awesomely good chili con carne from &lt;b&gt;Mexicali&lt;/b&gt;. We even thought of starting a food blog just because we go so many places and we eat so much. haha&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp So from now on, I think this blog will be dedicated to the documentation of our food trippings. Hahaha Majority.. Here&#39;s to hoping I can keep this up! *crosses fingers*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2073606831992129418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/food-trippings-with-mariel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/2073606831992129418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/2073606831992129418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/food-trippings-with-mariel.html' title='Food trippings with Mariel'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-1430959039029395298</id><published>2010-12-31T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T05:53:29.158-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="PJC"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real life"/><title type='text'>My 2010</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp As the year comes to an end, I find myself itching to post something on my blog. Well, what else to write about other than the past year and th upcoming new one.Well so what happened? In a nutshell, it was a roller coaster ride &lt;s&gt;though I&#39;ve never ridden a roller coaster before&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I think 2010 was all about friends. the show, and the real ones. My roommate and I started going Gaga over FRIENDS, although we&#39;ve watched it before like a million times already. In the case of real friends, well they&#39;re my life. I&#39;ve said it before and I&#39;ll say it again; I&#39;ll do anything for my friends. And 2010 must be a testament to that. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Most of my time, I think 80% of my year was spent with my friends. 2010 opened by giving me new friends. Friends that I will treasure for life. I think these are the people I am most thankful for this year. And though 2010 took away some friends along the way, I still am thankful. I don&#39;t think I could&#39;ve survived 2010 without these guys.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Amidst all the classes, deadlines, work, drunken nights, laughtrips, fights and everything good and bad. Here&#39;s to the coming years that we&#39;ll spend together drunk or sober. &lt;3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1430959039029395298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1430959039029395298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/1430959039029395298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-2010.html' title='My 2010'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-339915457089893333</id><published>2010-11-16T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:42:08.988-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meme"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1"/><title type='text'>Day 13 → A fictional book</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I still remember the first time I read this book (e-book actually). It was July 22, 2007, the day after my friend Pauline&#39;s debut. &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/b&gt; was released worldwide the day before, and since my parents never paid for my book addiction, I didn&#39;t get a copy. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp After the party, I slept over Mariel&#39;s house. Just before I went back to my dorm in UP, our friend Pot-pot PMed us on YM asking confirming with us if he got a real e-book copy of the book. We hurriedly called up Michi, who bought a copy the day before, and asked her to read to us the first paragraph of the first chapter of the book. As we read along with Michi, we started screaming as we realized we indeed got a real copy of the book.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp As soon as I got back in my dorm room, I hurriedly borrowed my roommate&#39;s laptop to read the book and have all my questions answered. I hardly slept that Sunday night. Good thing there was no class the next day. I think it was one of former Pres. Arroyo&#39;s SONAs. And FYI, that was the first-time I ever read an e-book. And I have no intention of reading another e-book again in my life. I feel like it&#39;s cheating if I don&#39;t read the actual book. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp I finished the book on Monday afternoon. I remember crying for Dobby and Snape. The way J.K. Rowling wrote the final book has left me a mixture of joy and sadness. Until now I still can&#39;t believe that it&#39;s over... and that in a few days, the whole world of Wizardry will come one step closer to its end. That this will be the second to the last time I will get to see Ron, Hermione and Harry together. And that soon, a part of my childhood also comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;For neither can live while the other survives.&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/339915457089893333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-13-fictional-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/339915457089893333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/339915457089893333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-13-fictional-book.html' title='Day 13 → A fictional book'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121629273330657176.post-8973639203914694278</id><published>2010-11-14T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T18:11:56.996-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meme"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports: Pacquiao"/><title type='text'>Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Today is PACQUIAO DAY. The whole Philippines&#39; will stop living their lives for a couple of hours to see if Pacquiao attempts to take another title for himself... and the Philippines, I guess. Roads will be empty and the whole country will look like Twilight Zone, except that it&#39;s the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp Just like Pacquiao&#39;s previous fights, my Dad got Pay-per-View and is hosting another Pacquiao Party here in our house. My relatives and a bunch of my Dad&#39;s friends are coming over for lunch and a couple of drinks. And as usual, my Dad&#39;s all fired up preparing for the fight and keeping himself busy cooking food for everyone. In a couple of hours, our house will be full of men, guys, shouting at the TV like there&#39;s no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbspI&#39;ve never seen any of Margarito&#39;s fights, but people are betting that it&#39;s going to be a win for Pacquiao. I don&#39;t consider myself a fan, but I have to admit that the guy really is good. He&#39;s arrogant and him being a Congressman doesn&#39;t add to his &quot;pogi points&quot; to me either. There&#39;s this part of me that wants him to lose this fight, just to see the people&#39;s reaction, but I&#39;m kinda dreading it, &#39;coz my Dad&#39;s gonna be mad as hell. Haha</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8973639203914694278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-12-whatever-tickles-your-fancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/8973639203914694278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121629273330657176/posts/default/8973639203914694278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayebitch.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-12-whatever-tickles-your-fancy.html' title='Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy'/><author><name>kayebitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15636652835756092587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipVUvNU5wB7ZYjq4HPOY0r4sN-tiip1KMFQ2wN00dQAOIc8BZbVNokr4peSlcN7LRCKpCDJYX4_nyTZb6UzBRJyXVbAXBYHQ2CQNLKHID_LloRyDVtn65FfrNkg5ECg/s220/38871_411676731363_556981363_5058352_5323190_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>