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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="rg_ctlv"&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="238" data-width="212" height="238" id="rg_hi" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcROfZH0ksYSDFFNKJzFOcTA5Pwp8kdeOeDIjnmYs6aArGkj0MfWCw" style="height: 238px; width: 212px;" width="212" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="rg_ctlv"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rg_ctlv"&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="200" data-width="252" height="200" id="rg_hi" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ7PKXIOXVN-ro1LqEUiGb0MwLTu_IO-i3-vogsZ_fRiHL5qlHgAA" style="height: 200px; width: 252px;" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="rg_ctlv"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;today: 20% beautiful , 80% awkward. &lt;b&gt;and i dont mind at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="rg_ctlv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be someone with character and never settle for someone without it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;full text &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://everyday-isa.com/2011/06/06/you-should-date/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850659-1728586225416140932?l=whatthehaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;what do you do when a. its a holiday and b. you have nothing on your planner? how about.. play expert on a subject you're clueless about.. sounds good? :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;if you're one of those who step into Beauty Bar, Watson's , Face Shop or Body Shop with a mental list of prettyfying tools you've ran out of, then I am honored to have you read this. haha This is for the blush-awkward girls, with hide and seek Asian lashes and could only spare some teeny leetol change for makeup, like so:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_PtTzXRdm0/Tf7dc5_H3eI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GBrTLSSwsWc/s1600/blush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_PtTzXRdm0/Tf7dc5_H3eI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GBrTLSSwsWc/s320/blush.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It took me about 3 months to learn how to put on liquid eyeliner--that's give or take a hundred days of having my eyes contoured like a volatile stock price chart! But it did get better, and I learned that THE Kate Middleton did her own bridal make-up which largely egged me on to google and ogle at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CBUQtwIwAA&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DQQAWGLmZih8&amp;amp;ei=LuL-TcLUF82trAexy6jyDw&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFllmKTVo97ILf2erIXNKYXtMyPjg"&gt;Michelle Phan&lt;/a&gt;'s makeup videos. The moment I saw her working magic for her thin lashes, I loved her already. and isn't is so human &amp;nbsp;to like someone with the same problem? haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing I learned about cleaning out the clumps from mascara is using your fingers to 'curl-comb' the strands from underneath. I suck for not curling my lashes before applying mascara but 1. I didn't have a decent curler and 2. I've experienced falling hair (the eye version!) due to the insistent pa-girl that I've imposed on them. Thankfully, the mascara I used was good, relatively cheap, &amp;nbsp;and had a nice animal print packaging ...which I guess helps you have the guts to pile it on! :p It's&amp;nbsp;Maybelline Cat Eyes, Php 400-ish&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For the eyes naman, I used Ocean palette from Clarins, which has a googled price range of $30-$50. If you know me in real life, you'd have guessed that its obviously a gift. :)) It comes with an applicator which I only use when applying the baklang barbie pink shade (second from left) in the inner eye crease. Other than that its magic fingers all the way. The only downside to the shade is that you have to be prim enough to make sure it stays on the upper lid, a little tinge on the bottom lid comes off like an itchy allergy spot, which is universally not cute at all. :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The ones above are the other things I used. Leftmost is Nichido Eyeliner in Vivid Turqoise, 80 bucks lang and for some reason, they've formulated it better now than when I bought their white eyeliner which Candy magazine recommended a few years back. THAT didn't "write" and I felt so cheated by my best friend (yes, I mean Candy mag, kadirs :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The second from Left is FaceShop's Blemish Balm, o mas kilala sa pangalang BB Cream. I first learned about Face Shop when I went on exchange program sa Seoul 3 years ago cause there was virtually a Face Shop in every major block. You could even polish yourself up on the way to a party if you wanted to kasi andaming testers and oil removers and cottom pads. I initially &amp;nbsp;found it racist when I walked into their store in MegaMall and found that they only sold a &lt;s&gt;BLACK&lt;/s&gt; dark shade of BB cream here. But it turned out to be good since it doesn't have that "white face effect" upon contact with a flash camera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally , since I'm not quite fond of my lips, I make sure it doesn't have any sparkling thing, or chapping party going on. Organic Lip balm from&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CBkQFjAA&amp;amp;url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.humanheartnature.com%2Fshop%2F&amp;amp;ei=T-n-TY_YOMTOrQeysZ3PDw&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNERafNg6nyVVQJZv-RvbMraQP_Qqg"&gt; human heart nature&lt;/a&gt; will do the trick. (: They have one in chocolate too but if you're a choco wacko then you'll most likely end up licking the life out of your lips, which'd make it dry. (again, not nice.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And finally, the result. haha. I don't know a lot about makeup but well, it could only get better. Might just post something similar if I gain more K na to actually share haha. Either that or I'll come up with a better holiday activity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. CLEARLY, Bridal make up ang peg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850659-6396906098945606577?l=whatthehaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The college graduation honeymoon ended as soon as the Cebu beach tanlines brought back my yellow Chinese skin-- working like a post-it reminder to 'start' real life. Oh boy did time fly, I do remember feeling a few things and being at peace wasn't one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It has always been about finding the balance between profit and purpose-isn't that what fresh grads unchained from the hold of by-the-book concepts all aim for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A hundred emails and follow up phone calls later, I land a job at the bank. It's true what they say about not 'testing the waters' if you're not serious about pursuing anything because it is TOO easy to just bathe yourself sick just 5 minutes from the moment you're pinky toe touched the water. 180 days later, while I can say I've matured along with all the Time Deposits at the vault, I still can't honestly say I chose the path with a heart. (edit 6/20/11: &amp;nbsp;have to give time, time)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe it's because I've always been one who can commit only for free samples and trial sizes, but really, is there such a thing as a "FREE" sample? no sir, it's a bait! an impulse purchase in disguise, the equivalent of a serious pick up artist who wants to go for a harmless evening jog. SUS. (edit 6/20/11: couldn't. agree. more. especially on the part about the evening jog. double SUS. haha )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I guess&amp;nbsp; my habit of sleeping through long road trips has sneaked its way into the way I view my life stages, of itching to 'arrive'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'm slowly seeing a pattern as to where the potential pitfall of my life lies-- its in being blind to the beauty of what is, in being selfish of compassion, and in pouring fleeting disinfectants in an attempt to speed heal my wounds. yes, melancholic na kung melancholic ang lola.&lt;br /&gt;
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demn. i think im cursed for being too in love with this country, the environment, the poor&amp;nbsp;that I can actually walk away from money. &lt;br /&gt;
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what will i feed my children??? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
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but then the next question is... what will i LEAVE my children with?&amp;nbsp;what kind of country would I want them to be born in? &lt;br /&gt;
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what if i actually took a risk and did what makes my heart leap?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850659-5258516244147712550?l=whatthehaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xWsiaKzylTaKp2FJgcP6hji6vTw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xWsiaKzylTaKp2FJgcP6hji6vTw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MarizellasMusings/~4/9pM0JirIQZo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatthehaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5258516244147712550/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850659&amp;postID=5258516244147712550" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850659/posts/default/5258516244147712550?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850659/posts/default/5258516244147712550?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MarizellasMusings/~3/9pM0JirIQZo/old-adage.html" title="the old adage" /><author><name>haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715919949318166600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatthehaze.blogspot.com/2010/10/old-adage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QHR3g8fSp7ImA9Wx5WGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850659.post-5452598272926917969</id><published>2010-10-02T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:02:16.675+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-02T14:02:16.675+08:00</app:edited><title>blessing after blessing</title><content type="html">when the bible said in psalm 37:4 that when we delight in God, He'll give the desires of our heart, He really meant the S in desireS. as in really really really meant it! haha :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its true what they say that God is the God of superlatives, all out blowout! always game face, always magis always and always mind blowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850659-5452598272926917969?l=whatthehaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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in the man who's a silent genius and a loud lover who can do more with his body apart from ripping a wet polo on stage by popular demand.&lt;br /&gt;
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i see sexy in the man who loves and &lt;b&gt;lusts &lt;/b&gt;for life, for adventure and for whatever he does that makes him come alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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and Today, I'm praying for you my sexy man.haha (I try actually na everyday but I sometimes forget sorry:|)&amp;nbsp; and well, Im not ashamed about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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i love you and please calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;
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a thought on religion.&lt;br /&gt;
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im not really the type to convert people to my spiritual way of thinking. but here's the thing, if you like surprises, try getting to know God. Get to know lang, ok, kahit not believe yet. In secular terms, "Casually date", don't commit yet.:p (haha sorry for the blasphemous metaphor)&lt;br /&gt;
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just get to know AND THEN see where it goes, hows that? (: &lt;br /&gt;
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and then and then, like what barney stinson would say. WAIT FOR IT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850659-5032191363425017865?l=whatthehaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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sometimes she wonders if shes getting TOO comfortable with failure and slightly too battle scar hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850659-8713918282717140857?l=whatthehaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8kmBX5Z2cuGnbcDy_d_-VutA-Y4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8kmBX5Z2cuGnbcDy_d_-VutA-Y4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MarizellasMusings/~4/BZJPKXiLSCc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://whatthehaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8713918282717140857/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31850659&amp;postID=8713918282717140857" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850659/posts/default/8713918282717140857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31850659/posts/default/8713918282717140857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MarizellasMusings/~3/BZJPKXiLSCc/man-hole-man-whore.html" title="man hole, man whore." /><author><name>haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715919949318166600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://whatthehaze.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-hole-man-whore.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUGSH47fyp7ImA9Wx5QFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31850659.post-3448871617971106744</id><published>2010-08-19T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:33:49.007+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-05T22:33:49.007+08:00</app:edited><title>if you dont feel it, dont PILIT!</title><content type="html">but what if... you do?&amp;nbsp; (TEN DEN DEN DENNNNN! -yeap its that gasgas mozart quad-note haha)&lt;br /&gt;
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while downloading music in kenny's today, it occurred to me how beautiful it can be to really just trust the universe. despite its promise of aches, and the elusiveness of (some) dreams, the world never ceases to be beautiful. and yes i'm idealistic. and yes i'm high on life. and yes i'm aware that it could well be beginner's luck and that anytime, any minute from now even, if a drunk gun-toting bastard storms through kenny's and gets annoyed with the shade of my peach jacket shoots me just because--- everything that flips my lips the right side up could pop like a helium balloon sat on by a fat ass in a kid's party. (whew! ang wordy mo girl!)&lt;br /&gt;
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anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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this is a nice state to be in. like whiffing the cinnamon that gives the coffee it sits on a run for its money. like hearing the first line of a favorite song and SOLVE ka na kahit youre 10 seconds out of 4 minutes into the song! napapa DAYMN ka na lang sa amusement. heehee.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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so for my conclusion? dying young is kinda overrated, and if the thought even crosses your head haze when you read this in the future, remember the lust for lifeyou had on august 19, 2010. remember the things that you're willing to be cheesy for. know your heart and then, maybe scratch it a bit. even jeans look better when they've already roughed it up. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850659-3448871617971106744?l=whatthehaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is a theory that played in my head earlier this morning. A theory on why they call it the "X" factor. Or maybe an answer to "How do you explain the concept of the X factor to a 5 year old?"&lt;br /&gt;
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illustration: &lt;br /&gt;
La &lt;strike&gt;E&lt;/strike&gt;x&lt;strike&gt;change&lt;/strike&gt;---&amp;gt; LaX&lt;br /&gt;
Bri&lt;strike&gt;cks&lt;/strike&gt;---&amp;gt; BriX&lt;br /&gt;
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explanation:&lt;br /&gt;
the X factor stands for that &lt;b&gt;one &lt;/b&gt;thing or &lt;b&gt;one &lt;/b&gt;person, that stands for a lot of things, for a lot of people. A singer that can belt out the sentiment of any entire country--that's the 'job description' of an American Idol. A gadget that functions as a phone, powerpoint clicker, camera and mosquito killer (could you believe theres an app for it! ) that is the Iphone.&lt;br /&gt;
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One singer. One gadget. 10 in 1, representative, and hella irreplaceable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850659-3300287322191436891?l=whatthehaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Perfectionist. For me lang ha, being a perfectionist is not that bad. Or any "bad" trait for that matter is not THAT bad. Maybe the thing to ask is... What career fits this trait to a T? It makes wonderful sense to have a perfectionist doctor who delivers without fault or an impatient news anchor (and pizza man!) who delivers on time. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think bad traits are really inborn, genetic even! (Or maybe genetic in the sense that we copy it from the parents and friends who've raised us) It's prolly a matter of moderating that learned impulse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850659-7256922397980856986?l=whatthehaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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im still thinking of a blog post to go with this picture. but this will do for now. what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850659-2847691899795318681?l=whatthehaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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... there's nothing refreshing to drink after exercise/ jogging&lt;br /&gt;
... there'd be no coffee/juice drink,&lt;b&gt; just coffee powder/beans,and sugar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
... we'd be helpless when our houses start catching fire&lt;br /&gt;
... we cant flush the thing thing that's there when we poopoo or wee wee&lt;br /&gt;
... a stinky stinky STINKY world. poor noses!&lt;br /&gt;
... people can't belly flap in pools&lt;br /&gt;
... and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEqwKNNQBwc"&gt;fred &lt;/a&gt;can't swim in his pool!&lt;br /&gt;
... there's be no ice! no snow and no snowball fights! :(&lt;br /&gt;
... there won't be romantic cruises for people on honeymoons&lt;br /&gt;
... we have to order the overpriced drinks in restaurants instead of saying "water lang"&lt;br /&gt;
... there'd be no lovely water fountains where people throw coins and make wishes&lt;br /&gt;
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amazing how far the vision has gone from a humble stallin LAvista market where 7 20 year olds would wake up at 3 or 4 am to sell vegetables! yuh huh, with timbangan and all!(spot timbangan below! haha)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;*image taken during the Gawad Kalinga Builder's Night last July 7 at the Rockwell Tent where we catered to a crowd of 500&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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strikethrough &lt;/s&gt; for those i didnt understand/enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt; for faves (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;An Education&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amelie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ace Ventura: Pet Detective&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Very Special Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Wedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;August Rush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Aeon Flux&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brother Bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bee Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bucket List&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakfast at Tiffanys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charlie's Angels 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children's Games (Jeux d' Enfant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close To You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;City of Angels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Click&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cliff Hanger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinig Sana Kita&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Definitely Maybe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Seuss's Horton Hears a Who&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Down with Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;EuroTrip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enchanted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever After&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 first dates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1408&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;500 days of Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Luck Chuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to Lose a Guy in 10 days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hachiko, a Dog Story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hancock &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High School Musical 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its Complicated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ironman 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inconvenient Truth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Only&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Il Mare &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kill Bill 1 &amp;amp;2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Knocked Up &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live Show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lake House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love in the Time of Cholera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Little Manhattan&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet Joe Black&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mano Po 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monster's Inc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music and Lyrics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must Love Dogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Tutor Friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Monster in Law&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Congeniality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maid in Manhattan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marley and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Notting Hill &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Treasure 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New York, I Love You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Nobody Nobody but Juan&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Night at the Museum 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Reservations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nuovo Cinema Paradiso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One More Chance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oceans Thirteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Priceless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Piglet's Big Movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pirates of the carribean&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roman Holiday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Se7en&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrek 1,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star Trek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's All that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's the Man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step Up 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sydney White&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweeney Todd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ten things I Hate about you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transformers 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wedding Singer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Princess and the Frog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Emperor's New Groove&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thumbelina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;300&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bourne Ultimatum (or was it Supremacy?) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Girl Next Door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Prestige&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Incredibles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Nightmare before Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Number 23&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Passion of Christ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Simpsons Movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Notebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Up in the Air&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What Happens in Vegas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Winged Migration. haha &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wind Struck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;When Harry Met Sally &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wickerpark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Wimbledon&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes Man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zack and Miri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31850659-7276684969933874745?l=whatthehaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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