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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Then, he called my name like someone pulled me up. And my name never sounded more beautiful. Chos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(Why is this entry highlighted? I do not know how to fix it so please excuse my ignorance.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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but last year, i finally got a job as a legal researcher. it has been almost 8 months since.&lt;br /&gt;
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i had so much free time being an irregular student, i didn't wanna spend it stalking people on Facebook or what not. more time to read and study, you say? no, i do not want more time to read and study.&lt;br /&gt;
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every morning i want to quit my job because i want to sleep. especially when it is raining in the morning. hahaha very professional.&lt;br /&gt;
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which is why i am always late. :D&lt;br /&gt;
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while this maybe regular to others, i find the need to write about it. you see, i am lazy so getting a job while still in school is a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;
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last semester, i only had 11 units and it turned out fine. fine, defined here as me fucking finally passing Public Corporations after three takes. standing ovation please?! #needy&lt;br /&gt;
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but for the second semester, i have 21 units... so we'll have to see how i fare...&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy New Year! Cheers to financial freedom (sort of)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179036625414675022-6924085327475164024?l=quotidianmemento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;1. Sometimes i have this Madam Auring-ish feel on things. I often indulge myself into thinking i am clairvoyant. That i had a potential super power or something. (Too much Heroes and Fringe.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;But really, as a student of Anthropology, they are simply patterns of behavior. A case of cause and effect too. Advantages and disadvantages. Or what Bourdieu calls habitus. Our set of behaviors and predicaments shaped by our own history. People are painfully predictable. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;2. People are social beings, the need to belong is undeniable. That's the way you are, as Lady Gaga would have it, Baby I was born this way. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;3.. Anthropology is observing - the way to learn. I often justify my being 'himantayon' on that paradigm. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;4. I miss theorizing! And feeling so academic and esoteric... And using words like that! :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not gonna fail Public Corporations because I am afraid to fail&amp;nbsp;Public Corporations. it makes sense.&amp;nbsp;when we're afraid to lose something, we work hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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if the world works that way that easy always, &amp;nbsp;then fear should not be something we have to overcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179036625414675022-5657716447883323155?l=quotidianmemento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="https://twitter.com/moddalicious" style="color: #0084b4; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;moddalicious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="lock-icon" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(https://si1.twimg.com/a/1304464034/images/lock_icon_small.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 50%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; display: inline-block; height: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 8px;" title="Modda calalagan’s tweets are protected."&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;my Dad changed the channel! Mara Clara na baya... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="https://twitter.com/konquerology" style="color: #0084b4; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;konquerology&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;@&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="https://twitter.com/moddalicious" rel="nofollow" style="color: #0084b4; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;moddalicious&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;cant argue with dads gyud basta sa tv sila hari. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;it's true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;my father does not like watching soap operas. wala man nay pulos, he would say. so after the news program, hello sports channel! &amp;nbsp;that's ok. sometimes it's not. but really after a day's work, sure Pa you can watch whatever you like. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;(Pa, we can buy another tv too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;we do not really say I Love You at home nor hug each other. that's definitely why i am not a sweet person. it's rare and unnoticeable when sweetness creeps in. when i had my first period, my father told me to wash my lady parts standing "para dili daw musulod ang tubig". idk exactly the science behind the advice. hahahah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;then this one time, he told me i was still a baby. i was in college then! i do not remember why he said that though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;father used to have construction projects in far away lands (ok im a bit exaggerating here) and he had a driver then. once, we were going to Davao and his driver was speeding and told him to slow down. he said to him that it was ok to drive fast when it's just them but not when we're in the car. aw!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;and i get a little jealous when you bring chocolates for Biboy when you come home now. hahahah i still remember Minute Burger or Burger Machine burgers you brought home when you won a bet after watching a basketball game. or munchkins from Dunkin Donuts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;i love you Pa. and i love the fact that Kareen, me and Omar have your name. not only our last name but specially Gabriel/Gabrielle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Damon Salvatore came to me one Christmas, year 2009. I do not remember exactly how i stumbled upon it but the first two people who were with me then were Karla and Tsin.&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;Amazing music starting from the pilot episode. &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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Placebo - "Running Up the Hill"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Carolina Liar&amp;nbsp;- "I'm Not Over"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jason Walker&amp;nbsp;- "Down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Plumb - "Cut"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Alex Band&amp;nbsp;- "Only One"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cage the Elephant - "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;OneRepublic - "All This Time"&lt;br /&gt;
Tyrone Wells - "Time of Our Lives"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Natasha Bedingfield - "Strip Me" and so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lygb0DImrzE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lygb0DImrzE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Watched this clip again and i cried again. Favorite scene! This is by far the most heartbreaking scene ever in this series too. (in Episode 8 Season 2)&lt;br /&gt;
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And the most beautiful line from Damon (in Episode 18 Season 2):&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Damon [to Elena]: Let me be clear about something. If it comes down to you and the witch again, I will gladly let Bonnie die. I will always choose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You'd know by now I want Elena and Damon to end up together. Love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
hello there, he said. his voice sounded like he had a surprise but rehearsed and lacking. in another day, it would have been fine. she was suddenly aware of &amp;nbsp;nuances in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she raised her head looked up at him with longing for someone whom she will never see again and finally said, if you gotta leave, you better get going.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
why, he asked genuinely confused.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so i could start moving on, her head bowed down. flipped a page, a desperate attempt at nonchalance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
he stared blankly at the top of her head and turned his back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the loud footsteps are inaudible to her now, she thought he must have skipped. happy and light. tears ran down her face while she tried to blink them away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she wondered, did he always have such light steps? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she will never know he looked back. sad and sorry. it was not built to last.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
all she could see now was his broad back blurred with her tears. she closed her eyes with hope those lids would effectively shut close the gateway of pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ah how she wanted to take back those last few minutes. live in a lie a little longer. discuss and fight for him. or stall moving on no matter how. but clearly he could not anymore. he only asked why and was gone just like that. quick just like their short love story.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the world weeps with her as heavy rain falls. but all she could think was Tom had never owned an umbrella and that he might catch a cold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
music:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpbTNjXJhL8"&gt;emerson hart's "if you're gonna leave"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179036625414675022-7407191915439454171?l=quotidianmemento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last Night</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I41okTkFGwg/TZt4OOIlgXI/AAAAAAAAASM/L0sD4VD2fIw/s1600/The-People-Ive-Slept-With1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I41okTkFGwg/TZt4OOIlgXI/AAAAAAAAASM/L0sD4VD2fIw/s320/The-People-Ive-Slept-With1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592195548018213234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;"A slut is just a woman with the morals of a man." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That right there made this movie. It is crazy funny. The acting was not spot-on and I thought they could have chosen someone else but this works. So ye. You would wanna have a gay best friend after this. If you already have one, you are going to appreciate him more and wanna marry him too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WBYVktjta4k/TZtyC7E-eEI/AAAAAAAAASE/keS8lLHdFXA/s1600/last-night-movie-poster-550x778.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WBYVktjta4k/TZtyC7E-eEI/AAAAAAAAASE/keS8lLHdFXA/s320/last-night-movie-poster-550x778.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592188756854470722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I do not like Keira Knightly. I don't. I saw the trailer and kept an open mind. Surprisingly, she was impeccable in this film. Her accent, of course, delightful. The story was simple but kept me on the edge. The night ended and the credits started rolling. Yet the story lives on. The movie is talky, very Before Sunrise. It also felt like Closer somehow with the mood or pacing and probably because it is also a 4-character movie. It is a great sad movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179036625414675022-5895005310400489274?l=quotidianmemento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gau5dKhyKYA/TZtX-8Xv3sI/AAAAAAAAARk/mVsAwh93kMw/s1600/crazythingposter.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592160101179842242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gau5dKhyKYA/TZtX-8Xv3sI/AAAAAAAAARk/mVsAwh93kMw/s320/crazythingposter.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 224px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cried a river watching this movie. It's funny and cute and heart-breaking. I wanna go back to high school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fJwJ3b8emes/TZtnNVH8BrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nB_j3IzChhw/s1600/199175_1665910810130_1308088413_31187008_7866146_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592176841017001650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fJwJ3b8emes/TZtnNVH8BrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nB_j3IzChhw/s320/199175_1665910810130_1308088413_31187008_7866146_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This scene was really cute. The Squid Love Story. Squid priest married two squid lovers. He asked them to hold hands, and they held hands, held hands, held hands, held hands and held hands. I really like this location too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PfccFDz7gX0"&gt;Watch it on YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@ssowy - most retweeted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@katthecrap - teen-ish angst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@themakitendency - flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@pzerolaris - music video star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@briantcarpio - health freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@cottoncandees - Korean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@carlomallo - insider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@sittieguinomla - jetsetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@abigailc - in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@moddalicious - medical expert / my mara clara alarm clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@ImButGagay - blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@oskiegee - workaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@eMaRSoNGoHaN - waver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@porbidadolor - poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@jprux - roomie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@akosiBODJ - johnoy danao fanboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@Eremite1819 - music soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@domsdaydevice @mel0dia - non-PDA couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@gergerbinx -Azkal (tweets pag may Azkal game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@naizzzarap - tweets by batch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@ellepalmones - pest-lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@jackypangalanko -Love ni Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@QueenOfThDamned - gitarista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@snipethebrains -hates the government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@eeyaah - travel buddy via Google Maps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@crowntastic - Foursquare original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@cheweeconcon -catty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@cheezenibbles - dawn tweeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@coolishmarie - nurse on duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@luchiemoochie - ~ (Tilde, now i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@cham1211 - serious Ms. President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@extraenchanted - reluctant tweeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;@aliasahara @shiela_mitos - Twitter Law Firm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Follow them at &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/"&gt;https://twitter.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179036625414675022-3835205280582782127?l=quotidianmemento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(Dammit Rands, you're infectious!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we went to Mary Rose Carnival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did not want to leave until we have tried Sea Dragon, so nipila nami. And the line was really long, so while waiting we were so sure that we'd sit at the very end, if not then the second or third row from the edge for the full experience. Not in the middle because we thought awkward na musyagit in front of another group of people opposite us. We'd either be screaming because of the ride or that their faces were funny. Too awkward. So when it was our turn, napuno na ang first three rows, so we had the fourth row, all six of us crammed in there. Jackelyn already tried Sea Dragon so she was the designated photographer, and Ken was so talawan wala gyud siya nisakay bisan sa Cup and Saucer man lang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the operator lowered down the bar that holds us in place. That was the difference between life or death then. Exagg much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kong: Nganong guot man kaayo ni diri? I feel so fat. I hate Sea Dragon already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jezza: Uy, naka-lock na ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kami: Kuya, naka-lock na ni?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa: Sige lagi ta ug picturan anang naa sa atong atubangan? (and then Lisa smiles for the camera with the peace sign, napilitan yata)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need not elaborate what else happened during the ride other than screaming Tama na!, Oh my God, undangi na ni and all other variations. By the time we stepped out of the huge boat, a girl was almost passed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken: Naa koy white flower diri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackelyn: Sige ken, hatagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not confirmed whether Ken gave them the white flower or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ara: Tama ra diay nga nisakay ta sa Scrumble and the other rides noh kay na-warm up ta before Sea Dragon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa: I think gi videohan gyud ta atong lalaki ba, ulawa sa atong faces uy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjSrzm_t1Ao/TYJlpj7EgiI/AAAAAAAAARU/LVFkpG9pxg0/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjSrzm_t1Ao/TYJlpj7EgiI/AAAAAAAAARU/LVFkpG9pxg0/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585138252584878626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POMlSU1fxdw/TYJlpNq7bKI/AAAAAAAAARM/LULgn6TiCp8/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POMlSU1fxdw/TYJlpNq7bKI/AAAAAAAAARM/LULgn6TiCp8/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585138246611594402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9G81JTTba8g/TYJlo5IvbnI/AAAAAAAAARE/CeYcZ-0Nors/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9G81JTTba8g/TYJlo5IvbnI/AAAAAAAAARE/CeYcZ-0Nors/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585138241099492978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun fun fun day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pioneer batch of Anthropology in UP-Mindanao, we've come so far and i'd like to think more than a month in Kimaymana bonded and solidified our relationship. Maybe we can do that again sometime in the future. Sing Narda and songs from Foo Foo Fighters and the Goo Dolls to be led by Randy of course. And to Sheila, Zaidi, Cherry and Reyma, we missed you. Do not worry because love and friendship know no boundaries, time and place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you guys. Ara, thank you for the Rango treat, special treatment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo Kong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179036625414675022-814954207932625819?l=quotidianmemento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have grown so much in the last two years (let's not take things literally here though), from that day I decided to broadcast on the world wide web my deepest thoughts, most personal feelings, childish rants about law school and friends, my quotidian mementoes. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what the hell is going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now in my third year in law school. Failed one subject twice. And I think I might be a specialist already in Public Corporations after I pass this subject next semester. Wish me luck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have hated a couple of people in this blog but we are good now. We are friends and I like that. For those who have been with me, read me and supported this little thing, you know who I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Conflicts of Law. Go third year! This is the time where law students are forced to dance to get bonus points. Tensions go up. Competition kicks in. School spirit is alive. People flare. Basically a lot of things happen except me with a pompom, cheer dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an exam on Saturday and I should be memorizing the National Internal Revenue Code already but I'll do that later tonight because... well, I got no reason. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, 'times New Roman'; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179036625414675022-1528009925448362367?l=quotidianmemento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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