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Haha! I have not been spending time in the blogosphere because of all the paperwork and exams left and right. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here's a quick rundown on what has happened to me in the past month/weeks:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hepatitis B booster shot. It was done intramuscularly, which means the entire needle pierced through my deltoid muscle at a 90-degree angle. It hurt a LOT, dude. I think it was worse than the tetanus vaccine which I got during my freshman year, only because I got cut from the broken rib of the cadaver I was dissecting. Yay! LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sold 23 items by The Perfect White Shirt in June. I'm so proud of myself for earning some money while I'm still in school. It pays to be resourceful and in the process, I'm learning how to "please" people. I am now onto my 2nd batch of the shirts. And I have 22 orders. :D So happy ^^&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost face in Internal Medicine class because for some reason, I answered my professor's question even if I knew WELL that I didn't know the answer. 0.o He was asking if my patient experienced claudication and then he asked what claudication meant. I said it had something to do with the clouding of the urine. X.X Yeah I wish I could have died after I said that. I had no idea why I said that - until now. Claudication has something to do with muscle cramps or spasms experienced while walking. Can you see how far my answer was?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The result of the Internal Medicine exam was posted on the bulletin board, complete with your name, not just the student ID which could have offered more privacy. Luckily, I like Internal Medicine so I got a good grade for that. That's what I'd like to specialize in, in the future. The advantage/disadvantage of having results posted is that you get to see your enemy's grade. So if they're pissing you off, you get to laugh at their bad grade but be very afraid of karma LOL. Well, I am afraid of karma because I laughed at her grade. She sucks, dude. She didn't earn it to get into med school, she only used her "superpowers" aka connections to get in. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Continuation of previous, latter topic) I went to our friends' housewarming. They, of course, invited her because we've all been friends since college, and they were excited about "fixing us". I was there early so I helped them cook and clean up as a housewarming gift. (They wanted a microwave oven from me. Can you believe how thick faced my friends are? LOL I said I'd rather give them a pitcher instead. Hahaha!) So when she came, she was SUPER hiding herself from me that she went inside one of the rooms while I was in the dining area. When I was about to go home, I said goodbye to everyone and I had to go in the room she was in because some friends in there were taking the same way home as me. Some friend introduced me to her (it's like a joke since we already know each other), so I turned to the girl and said hello with a smile, trying to make up with her. Unfortunately, she just stared back at me so I shrugged and went on to talk to my friends. One of the people inside the room saw her make face at my BACK. She is such a coward, don't you think? It kinda hurt at first but I realized, wth, she's not my loss. So from then on, she is &lt;u&gt;dead&lt;/u&gt; for me. This is why I always see dead people in school. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MR cajoled me into joining the girl's basketball team for the annual Association of Philippine Medical Colleges sport's fest. We already missed 1 training day because we're so busy with paperworks and preparing for presentations. But today, we finally decided to go. We went to Robinson's Place, Manila to have lunch and to buy shorts (for her). From there, we walked to Court of Appeals where the training was going to be held. It was raining really hard so obviously, we were soaked and when we got there, she receives an SMS saying that practice is canceled. WAHHH!! LOL. Great. We had to walk back to the mall, drenched in ew-ness and a few minutes later, the rain stopped and the sun came out. We are 2 lucky girls. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 1st shifting exam week is coming soon. I have to write a drug formulare, to be submitted a week before the exams. Handwritten. EVERYTHING HANDWRITTEN. :( I know it's supposed to facilitate learning..but in this day and age, why?? WHY?? LOL. Ok I'm just being lazy because I don't want to writeee.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know, the guy who said he'd bring Hungarian sausages, never came. I didn't want to follow-up with him anymore because he might think I'm head over heels with him. I don't mind if he never brings the sausages. I guess you could say it's one friendship gone bad. Move on, shall we? :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-6301501123567173828?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6301501123567173828/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=6301501123567173828&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/6301501123567173828?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/6301501123567173828?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/6ehoYI_xFac/gosh-i-had-no-idea-my-cousins-are.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/07/gosh-i-had-no-idea-my-cousins-are.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECSXg-fip7ImA9WxdREk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-3972910111425059752</id><published>2008-05-31T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:31:08.656+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-31T11:31:08.656+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Yippee!! About time I blogged :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for Bangkok, Thailand last May 21, 2008. Went with my cousins Lester and Liezel, with their mummy, Ai Z. Ai Z and I had been planning to go to Thailand since.. the last time I was in Singapore. Not sure if that was last year or last, last year. Anyway, finally, the plans pushed through and we found ourselves in a rockin' nice hotel at Bangkok. It's called Novotel and it's location is just perfect coz it's near the MRT and a few shopping malls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't traveling on tour like we did in China, but as a joke, we claimed that we are traveling on Ochura agency. Haha! Our first stop was at the Four-face Buddha. My Ai Z has told my mummy before that this Buddha has made her wishes come true and so every time she goes to Thailand, she drops by this Buddha to pray. If I had known that earlier, I could have wished for something more grand. Haha kidding! I just didn't know what else to wish for. I hope it comes true though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was at the Grand Palace. We took the ferry boat tour over the murky waters that somewhat resembled the Pasig River but I'd have to say that the Pasig River reeks of hell more, though. It was really scary to go on the boat because I don't know how to swim (grins/evil laughs/any show of teeth are not allowed beyond this point &gt;:P). So I held on to Lester while we go on the raft to the ferry boat. There was this one time when I asked a Thai woman how to get to station 1 and because we couldn't understand each other, she took my arm and lead me towards the exit of the boat. T________T That sht was scary. Does she even know how to swim?! I don't even have my life vest on yet!! Anyway, the Grand Palace was really grand. No doubts about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside one of the temples at the Grand Palace and that's when I learned that there's actually a proper way of sitting inside such temples. Both feet have to be behind you. No Indian sitting position. Must sit like mermaids. Grand, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stop was definitely not the least - shopping!! Haha! Did you know that Thai munny is called Butt?! It's not. It's Baht. You have to be melodious in saying the amount and the word Baht. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, Thailand is very much like the Philippines. Only, some stuff are a LOT cheaper than the buys here. I love the M&amp;M-colored cabs! I love the pastrieees at the hotel! YUM! I'd have to say, I learned the final touches of learning to eat spicy food in that country. I had a lot of practice eating the Fire Flosss at Sg. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, unfortunately, after all my blabbing, the uploading of the photos are still not done. 0.0 Please visit, as usual, &lt;a href="http://tinpineda.multiply.com/photos/album/48/Bangkok_Thailand"&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt; for the Thailand pix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible for people to fall in love without even meeting for a first time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, we have heard of stories during the olden times, back when people would phone each other without really knowing who is at the other end of the line. Talk for hours on end and voila, they fall in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in love at first sight. I don't believe in love at no sight, either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel when somebody keeps your hopes up that you'd see each other soon and then end up not seeing each other at all? Is it not worse than the feeling of rejection? Oh wait, isn't that the same as rejection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend came by yesterday to meet my mom. He brought cake because he didn't want to come empty-handed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd like to introduce more people to my mom in the future. So she'd know which crowd I'm hanging around with. And that way, she'd learn to trust me. Eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder what happened between us. Was I the one who ruined us? Years have passed and it seems, I have unfinished business with you. I wonder until when it would haunt me. It would be selfish of me to not wish you happiness. But I would be a hypocrite to wish it for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. And let me live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-3972910111425059752?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3972910111425059752/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=3972910111425059752&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/3972910111425059752?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/3972910111425059752?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/5yLgVhICUxs/yippee-about-time-i-blogged-left-for.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/yippee-about-time-i-blogged-left-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMFQ3Y8eip7ImA9WxdSEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-2961704598333146394</id><published>2008-05-20T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:13:32.872+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-20T23:13:32.872+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div style=''&gt;Flying to Thailand tomorrow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sorry about that previous post. I know. But it is more depressing for me. Don't you agree?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope we have FUN in Thailand. No problems whatsoever. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS. &lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/font&gt; in advance :)&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/4478694219846693591-2961704598333146394?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2961704598333146394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=2961704598333146394&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/2961704598333146394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/2961704598333146394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/jyAcWD9EeQU/flying-to-thailand-tomorrow.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/flying-to-thailand-tomorrow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcESXYzfSp7ImA9WxdSEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-1836848508631395943</id><published>2008-05-17T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:10:08.885+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-17T23:10:08.885+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div style=''&gt;I kinda like someone.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ok, that was too darned straight but I don't think I should keep lying to myself. Heck, I don't like being lied to. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway, I'm not sure if he knows but if he does, I think it would be kinda embarrassing t.t &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But, just when I finally wanted to accept this fact, I feel like I want to let go of it all together. Like, give it up. Nvm the feelings. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know, I'm weird. I guess it's because I'm afraid of getting hurt? Coz I might lose it/the person just the same? Or probably just afraid of rejection..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Besides, I don't REALLY think that I'm ready yet. I've got a LOT of issues I need to settle before getting myself into "trouble" or something similar. Gawd I hate myself sometimes :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Saw "Made of Honor" today. Will go to church tomorrow :)&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/4478694219846693591-1836848508631395943?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1836848508631395943/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=1836848508631395943&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/1836848508631395943?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/1836848508631395943?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/Q-Gqzs-UV6s/i-kinda-like-someone.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-kinda-like-someone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIHQXw5fSp7ImA9WxdTGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-1571797051515323100</id><published>2008-05-15T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:15:30.225+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-15T23:15:30.225+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCxQ3alTs3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/LQDSsZUK_bQ/s1600-h/15052008503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCxQ3alTs3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/LQDSsZUK_bQ/s320/15052008503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200620582664909682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins' cousin is here on vacation so we took her to Sentosa. My Aunt got tickets to 2 rides (+ 1 free) at the Luge and Skyride for us. Haha! It was fun! I mean, I've been in those things before but when I'm on the rode, I feel so free! The only thing that is limiting me is the "vegetation" surrounding the track. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCxQ36lTs4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/XCmbAepMpsY/s1600-h/15052008500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCxQ36lTs4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/XCmbAepMpsY/s320/15052008500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200620591254844290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's when we were on the Skyride. We were really nervous that the phone might fall to the ground! Bye-bye N73! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCxQ4qlTs5I/AAAAAAAAAME/EkQSsxCu-oo/s1600-h/15052008496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCxQ4qlTs5I/AAAAAAAAAME/EkQSsxCu-oo/s320/15052008496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200620604139746194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm quite sleepy. Can't blog coherently (that's if I EVER blog coherently :P).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-1571797051515323100?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1571797051515323100/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=1571797051515323100&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/1571797051515323100?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/1571797051515323100?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/AWh69w4CtBE/my-cousins-cousin-is-here-on-vacation.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCxQ3alTs3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/LQDSsZUK_bQ/s72-c/15052008503.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-cousins-cousin-is-here-on-vacation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNQXg5eSp7ImA9WxdTFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-7801267009062348996</id><published>2008-05-13T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:09:50.621+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-13T23:09:50.621+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Today is such an UN-glam day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I missed a step while I was at the Science Center. I twisted my left ankle and then my butt hit the floor. So embarrassing!! But I was laughing my head off when I got up and tried to stretch my leg. Now my leg still hurts. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There's this exhibit at the Science Center where you have to take a photo of yourself and then get a makeover. So here's what happened to us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCms2qlTs1I/AAAAAAAAALk/oA61ge9gsac/s1600-h/ugly+betty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCms2qlTs1I/AAAAAAAAALk/oA61ge9gsac/s320/ugly+betty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199877299919631186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the search for the next Ugly Betty, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We got McDonald's hot fudge sundae and for some sick reason, I thought about getting some of the fudge stuck on my teeth. When I tried to imagine how I looked like, I couldn't stop laughing. WAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCms36lTs2I/AAAAAAAAALs/XQqnMZENm1k/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCms36lTs2I/AAAAAAAAALs/XQqnMZENm1k/s320/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199877321394467682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-7801267009062348996?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7801267009062348996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=7801267009062348996&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/7801267009062348996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/7801267009062348996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/DgNkd8TsUes/today-is-such-un-glam-day.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCms2qlTs1I/AAAAAAAAALk/oA61ge9gsac/s72-c/ugly+betty.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-such-un-glam-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMSX89eyp7ImA9WxdTFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-2341350227082073360</id><published>2008-05-12T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:49:48.163+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-12T23:49:48.163+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Woke up *kinda* early to jog with Lester. When we got back home an hour later, I was so tired and sleepy and I didn't really want to go out anymore. But he said he'd take me to this restaurant called "My Secret Garden". Says it's a really special resto so I couldn't back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked for SOME minutes before we were able to find the resto. Of course, it was built in such a "secretive" place. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SChefqlTswI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4Z13hCfTX3A/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SChefqlTswI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4Z13hCfTX3A/s320/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199509667898962690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester with his Tenderloin steak. I just found out that he cannot eat fresh tomatoes. Says it makes him puke. Ew. Haha! And he doesn't eat carrots because he's "not a rabbit". Whatever. I could have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kicked the a55.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SChef6lTsxI/AAAAAAAAALE/WCH8_MKBujc/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SChef6lTsxI/AAAAAAAAALE/WCH8_MKBujc/s320/Image038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199509672193930002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee!! I LOVE my Cilantro Chicken. Thigh, please! :D Looking too excited, aren't I? :P&lt;br /&gt;My meal had mashed potatoes so I felt really heavy afterwards. But Lester insisted that we try some desserts. I decided on the Triple Choc and he just had to ask for ice cream to go with it. Piggie! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCheg6lTsyI/AAAAAAAAALM/N0DsZW79qQY/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCheg6lTsyI/AAAAAAAAALM/N0DsZW79qQY/s320/Image040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199509689373799202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to see Made of Honour but turns out, it isn't showing until the 15th. :( So we agreed on seeing Over Her Dead Body instead. We found it funny so it wasn't such a waste of cash. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving the house, I had asked Lester to ask Pui if she wanted to come along after her Jap lessons. I sort of knew that she wouldn't want to come because she's probably still mad at me. Anyway, she said no because her friend was coming over. She's still not talking to me :( I really don't like this feeling. I mean, who does? I know I'm like intruding already, I'm like the 7th wheel, being with this family. Of course I have to adjust to them, right? I'm in their territory? So that's what I'm trying to do and it's hard enough that I'm not really close to their Achie. Lester is rarely home and Pau is usually busy. It's like I'm relying on her to make things "easier" for me. I mean, I know I wouldn't want any of them feeling left out when they're over at our place. It just makes me really sad.. And now I feel like I wanna wish for the days to go faster so I can go home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they're grandma's here :) I've met her before and I'm really glad that she remembers me ^^ I had wanted to come along to the airport to pick her up but then I don't think we would have fit in the car :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that Lester and I went to church yesterday. It was a good crowd. A lot of people were jumping up and down and dancing and singing really loudly because it was Pentecost. I met a few new friends during the event. It was a really good experience for me. Had I known that Singaporeans are this serious about religion, I would have been going to mass here since I started coming here by myself :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my own amah. I know we'll see each other soon though. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SChm_alTs0I/AAAAAAAAALc/ptz4L6PGiSM/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SChm_alTs0I/AAAAAAAAALc/ptz4L6PGiSM/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199519009452831554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is us trying my cam phone's capabilities. Not bad, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-2341350227082073360?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2341350227082073360/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=2341350227082073360&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/2341350227082073360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/2341350227082073360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/hULS9kWEwfQ/woke-up-kinda-early-to-jog-with-lester.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SChefqlTswI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4Z13hCfTX3A/s72-c/Image035.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/woke-up-kinda-early-to-jog-with-lester.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDQnY6cSp7ImA9WxdTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-5021491970576419075</id><published>2008-05-11T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:21:13.819+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-11T23:21:13.819+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I went to church with Lester today. Did you know that today's Pentecost? I completely forgot - not only about Pentecost - about my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God has His plans for us. And I believe that being at that church today was no coincidence. It was all Him. I am not here in Singapore just for a vacation. I am here to rekindle my relationship with Him. To help my cousin settle disputes in his head. To help settle disputes in MY own head. Anyway, I'm just glad that I agreed to go to church today. And I thank God for instruments such as Joel and Lester for bringing me there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few updates since the last update (eh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sentosa and tried THE luge. It was F-U-N!! But I think there should be more courses so that it would be exciting every time one gets on THE luge. :P True enough, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"once is never enough!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCby9qlTsuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_wBM13ffk-Q/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCby9qlTsuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_wBM13ffk-Q/s320/DSC00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199109961062527714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After THE luge, we had to take the Skyride to go back up. It was F-U-N too! Only, I was scared that my slippers might fall off and that I might go home barefoot 0.0 Being suspended in air was a liberating feeling for me. Just like THE luge was :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCby-KlTsvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5KnrC1eNdxM/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCby-KlTsvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5KnrC1eNdxM/s320/DSC00454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199109969652462322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Pardon the photos because I only took them from another printed photo. My Ai Z had to pay a few dollars to have the photo printed at Sentosa. You know, that's really GOOD business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Singapore Zoo some days later. Couldn't remember when. I was trying to make the most out of it. Although, I cannot say that I didn't find the animals interesting, it would be boring if I kept my head in its shell during the whole trip. So I kinda let loose :P [As usual,more photos at &lt;a href="http://tinpineda.multiply.com/" target="none"&gt;my multiply.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCby5qlTssI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mLQVUm6OS5I/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCby5qlTssI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mLQVUm6OS5I/s320/DSC00447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199109892343050946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Since Pui is on this photo, I'd like to say a few words about her. Yesterday, Pau , Pui and I went to PP to shop for stuff. We were kidding around the whole morning about "being mad". Like, we asked each other if we were mad or something but it was just to make fun of each other. And then when it was nearing lunchtime, she suddenly got pissed at me for asking her why she was mad. 0.0 I don't know if she was just hungry or was pissed at something else that she got mad at me, too, but until now, she treats me as though I do not exist. It's really fine by me if that would make her happy. I'm not mad at her. I'm just a little disappointed that she's giving me the cold shoulder when a few years (?) ago, she had said that she doesn't like being angry anymore. Also, we all knew that I was only joking around and yet she still got mad. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCby86lTstI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DrKg-j0sXss/s1600-h/DSC03086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCby86lTstI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DrKg-j0sXss/s320/DSC03086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199109948177625810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I got a "forced" phone "upgrade"? My dad gave me an N81. For some reason. And the camera sucks. I swear. Why is it so pixel-ized?! Now I miss my Sony Ericsson K550i T_____T I hope I still get to use my phone for taking photomicrographs. It's the most important use of a camera-phone to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-5021491970576419075?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5021491970576419075/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=5021491970576419075&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/5021491970576419075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/5021491970576419075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/2SyqbRqHegI/i-went-to-church-with-lester-today.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SCby9qlTsuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_wBM13ffk-Q/s72-c/DSC00453.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-went-to-church-with-lester-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4GQX86cSp7ImA9WxZaGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-7049870703671937688</id><published>2008-05-05T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:15:20.119+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-05T22:15:20.119+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Went to Plaza Singapura with Lester today. Went (window) shopping a little and then met up with Pui. She has Japanese language lessons until 12pm. We had lunch together at The Manhattan Fish Market. Lester and I shared this flaming dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SB8PqX26XiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YwSeKnNi9_g/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SB8PqX26XiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YwSeKnNi9_g/s320/DSC00774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196889715642097186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pui munched on her own creamy seafood pasta AND took a few bites off of our plate as well. Haha! We probably ate for a good 30 minutes. The food was delish! :D Afterwards, we were given mints together with the change. Which is why I was caught sucking on candy on this photo 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SB8PrH26XjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OZFvsPcBImM/s1600-h/DSC00781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SB8PrH26XjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OZFvsPcBImM/s320/DSC00781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196889728526999090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick ads! Quick ads! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SB8PrX26XkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/o2kXYNFr0Lk/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SB8PrX26XkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/o2kXYNFr0Lk/s320/DSC00778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196889732821966402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch Iron Man after lunch. Good thing we made it on time coz it's such a COOL movie! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-7049870703671937688?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7049870703671937688/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=7049870703671937688&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/7049870703671937688?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/7049870703671937688?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/cPXKHT3wf48/went-to-plaza-singapura-with-lester.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SB8PqX26XiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YwSeKnNi9_g/s72-c/DSC00774.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/went-to-plaza-singapura-with-lester.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UHRX89eCp7ImA9WxZaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-6510674233133463724</id><published>2008-05-02T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:40:34.160+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-02T22:40:34.160+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Jurong Bird Park and the Science Centre of Singapore. I could have had more fun or I could have been able to appreciate those stuff if I didn't have to look out for 2 kids. 0.0 It's not that I'm being selfish or anything. I mean, if I were selfish, I wouldn't bother watching the kids right? I'd be fulfilling my own wants. Today's really tiring. Maybe if they were my own kids or if they were GOOD kids, it wouldn't have been tiring at all. It could have been fun. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just wanna chill and relax right now. Probably until tomorrow. Rar.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-6510674233133463724?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6510674233133463724/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=6510674233133463724&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/6510674233133463724?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/6510674233133463724?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/l38utJhN3U8/jurong-bird-park-and-science-centre-of.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/jurong-bird-park-and-science-centre-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMFRHw9cSp7ImA9WxZaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-5949636539156019410</id><published>2008-05-02T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:20:15.269+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-02T01:20:15.269+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Ugh. There's that ugly feeling again. The feeling of being heartbroken. Is it my hormones or the people around me? Hmm..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What is love?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-5949636539156019410?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5949636539156019410/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=5949636539156019410&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/5949636539156019410?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/5949636539156019410?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/2MHaG2H19Io/ugh.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/05/ugh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNQ389eyp7ImA9WxZaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-6674605017685892098</id><published>2008-04-29T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:38:12.163+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-30T10:38:12.163+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I'm kinda pissed at my hormones. Last night, I was feeling heartbroken when I know all too well that I am &lt;u&gt;single&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Maybe it's OK to write about it here since I don't think he reads my blog anymore, anyway. You see, I was talking to Him late last night and I don't know. It just seems like we've become too distant but I dunno maybe time can still save our friendship. If that's all there is to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester and I went to see &lt;b&gt;Awake&lt;/b&gt;. The lady at the ticket booth thought that we were lovers so she put us at the lover's row. Weird lady. Anyway, the movie was nice. Not for people who can't take surgical operations though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Gelare afterwards. It was yummy except that the cappuccino ice cream kinda had a weird aftertaste so I didn't try to finish the whole scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SBfbCX26XeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zHdUKfMEGG8/s1600-h/DSC00754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SBfbCX26XeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zHdUKfMEGG8/s320/DSC00754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194861529005710818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my laptop. I mean, last night I thought the fan wasn't working and now the screen is making this weird lines horizontally. It's sickkkkkk!!! My laptop's SICK!!! HEEEEEEEEELPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-6674605017685892098?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6674605017685892098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=6674605017685892098&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/6674605017685892098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/6674605017685892098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/CVk6VZ3ImnI/im-kinda-pissed-at-my-hormones.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SBfbCX26XeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zHdUKfMEGG8/s72-c/DSC00754.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-kinda-pissed-at-my-hormones.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIMQXw9eyp7ImA9WxZaE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-1257381043541017617</id><published>2008-04-28T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:26:20.263+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-28T00:26:20.263+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm sorry I take too long to blog. Maybe I should just stop all together? Whatchathink?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I arrived in Singapore yesterday afternoon. My dad was not there with my Aunt's family to pick me up but it wasn't really a surprise for me. They don't really get along that well even though my dad is working for my aunt. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today he went here, at my aunt's house where I'm staying, to take me to the place he's renting. It was far away in Boon Lay that we had to ride in the MRT for almost an hour just to get there. All that sht just to get his laptop setup with Skype and delete some items from his landlady's desktop computer. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Such a shame. 1-Mobile phone. 2-Open-door room. 3-Lies. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Incoherent. Sorry. I hate men. Or maybe they're not men because they don't THINK yet. Disappointing. I just wish I find someone nice. Nice is fine. Good looks are deceiving anyway. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Went to watch Forbidden Kingdom with my aunt's family. I think it stars the same guy from Transformers. Hmm. Will check that, if I remember. It's nice. Nice effects. Quite the typical story though. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Time for bed. Will go to office tomorrow. Wonder what I'll do.. Will prolly study :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-1257381043541017617?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1257381043541017617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=1257381043541017617&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/1257381043541017617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/1257381043541017617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/AiASHmspnnI/im-sorry-i-take-too-long-to-blog.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sorry-i-take-too-long-to-blog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYGQ3g6fCp7ImA9WxZaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-3033748761916598286</id><published>2008-04-21T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:55:22.614+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-30T10:55:22.614+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">My Internet connection is suuuper slooow.. My brother is downloading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;movies on Limewire and it's eating up all the bandwidth!! Phbbbttt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;APRIL 9, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;We left for Xia Men early in the morning. When I say we that's my&lt;br /&gt;Ai N from Baguio City, with her husband, Itiu IH, and their 2&lt;br /&gt;grandsons, Gab and Tim; my Ai C, my mum and my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, there was a group of students (I know because they were&lt;br /&gt;accompanied by an old lao sher of mine). On the plane, I was seated next to 2 ICAns. I made small talk with them and learned that they were 2nd yr students and that they were on a study tour for 4 or 5 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a connecting flight to Bei Jing where we met Ai Z and Leizel (since they were coming from Singapore). And I asked the 2 ICAn girls to trade seats with them since they were the only 2 separated from their group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Bei Jing, our first stop was shopping at some cheap stalls around the city. I didn't like the sales people in that area because they were all grabbing us to see what they're selling and it's like they're mad if you bargain for the items. They even ask angrily if you want the item or not! It's like you owe them sht, dude.. That's 1 point against China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the same evening, we checked-in at the most beautiful hotel I've ever seen! At first, we thought it was the Holiday Inn but we found at later that it's called Joy City. [It's supposed to be an amusement center but they added a hotel behind.] The lights in our room were busted but I was able to figure that out (there was a switch that was stuck midway between on and off, use your imagination!). The bathroom rocks! The garden is superb. Next to it was a shopping mall that we didn't know existed until our last night! Nonetheless, I recommend &lt;b&gt;JOY CITY&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SBfeUX26XgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3V93tmnPa-w/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SBfeUX26XgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3V93tmnPa-w/s320/DSC02172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194865136778239490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SBfeT326XfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pVi-EKhAuLA/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SBfeT326XfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pVi-EKhAuLA/s320/DSC02171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194865128188304882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;APRIL 10, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The first stop of the day was the Badaling Great Wall. It was raining and the winds were strong so we needed raincoats. We bought them for around 38 RMB but the quality sucks!! It was like a trash bag punched with holes for you to stick your head and arms through! I was already wearing 4 layers of clothing but I was still cold!! I've never had frostbite in my entire life but it sure felt like I was having one during that time. I wasn't able to climb up completely so I'm not considered a Chinese hero :'( Four of us were able to climb up though but they said that they barely saw a thing because it was too foggy up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SBfeUn26XhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DBLM5jv_E2A/s1600-h/DSC02200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SBfeUn26XhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DBLM5jv_E2A/s320/DSC02200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194865141073206802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was at the Summer Palace. [Extremes, huh?!] The tour guide told us a story of a concubine who bore a son for the emperor. The emperor died and so his 3 yr old son succeeded his throne, turning the concubine into an empress. The empress was to serve as the emperor's adviser and in time, she became greedy of power that she wanted to overthrow the real empress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Summer Palace is where the empress stays during the summer [duh]. You should &lt;a href="http://tinpineda.multiply.com/photos/album/37"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to find out more about the empress. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to a free foot massage. There were Tibetan doctors there who read our palms to find out what is wrong with our health. One Tibetan doctor said that I had a bad uterus. That I had to be married at the age of 25-28 to be able to bear a child because after that my uterus won't be good enough. 0.0 Scared the sht out of me! But afterwards, they were selling us medicine worth thousands of RMB!! Makes you wonder if they were telling the truth, right?! But back here in the Philippines, there's this doctor we went to at Divisoria, he said the same thing, minus the marry at 25-28 thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we went to watch an acrobatic show at Poly Theatre. That was SO nerve-racking for me!! A single fall could mean death to those people!! But they rock!! I swear!! My favorite was the bicycles thing with young ladies participating. They were really good! I don't think I can ever ride a bike like that! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;APRIL 11, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;We took a bus ride to Harbin. The hotel there sucked big time! The bellboy was asking us for tips EACH when he knows well that we're traveling together!! That PIG! Plus, the hotel was supposed to be a 3 or 4 star hotel but to me, it doesn't deserve any star at all!! HMP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harbin is right beneath Russia so it has lots of Russian goods. I love the Russian dark chocolate (72% or 100%, I love em both!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'll continue tomorrow. I'm tired!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For more photos and stories, you can always visit my Multiply site at &lt;a href="http://tinpineda.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinpineda.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-3033748761916598286?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3033748761916598286/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=3033748761916598286&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/3033748761916598286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/3033748761916598286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/vBMBlk1B4T0/my-internet-connection-is-suuuper.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/SBfeUX26XgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3V93tmnPa-w/s72-c/DSC02172.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-internet-connection-is-suuuper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCRno8eSp7ImA9WxZbFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-5953900881210403596</id><published>2008-04-18T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:34:27.471+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-18T22:34:27.471+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm home! :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'll blog about the whole trip soon, if not tomorrow. I'm too tired to do that right now. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ja mata ne&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-5953900881210403596?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5953900881210403596/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=5953900881210403596&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/5953900881210403596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/5953900881210403596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/d00aBxSCmSE/im-home-d-ill-blog-about-whole-trip.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-home-d-ill-blog-about-whole-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNQH0zeip7ImA9WxZUFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-343639251350473139</id><published>2008-04-07T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:04:51.382+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-07T22:04:51.382+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Gawd I am &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt; pissed. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. My brother thought I should be the one fixing my uncle's Ethernet cable, crimping and all that. Why me?! I'm the girl for crying out loud! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2. So I asked my cousins to help - since they are more techie than I am. One of them says the order of cable colors I did was wrong and won't work. So I told him to show me how it's done and he goes '&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;'. WTF?! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3. Another cousin says the straight type of cable won't work and he doesn't know what would. &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;*^%$#^%!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I used the straight type because that works for me and if anyone thinks otherwise, then he should be able to come up with a better idea right?! RAWR!! &lt;br/&gt;So my uncle's Internet connection is up now, no thanks to &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just found out that a friend became a MUS. [It's a medical sorority at our school.] One can no longer be a member of woncee if s/he has a sorority/fraternity already. Anyway, I don't think I'd be part of woncee still.. Considering everything that has happened. Plus, I don't know what has been told/said about me..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It makes me feel sad.. :-&amp;amp;lt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-343639251350473139?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/343639251350473139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=343639251350473139&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/343639251350473139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/343639251350473139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/YT_hyBvp_wA/gawd-i-am-so-pissed.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/04/gawd-i-am-so-pissed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQDRHs4cSp7ImA9WxZUFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-5385958441208158665</id><published>2008-04-06T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:26:15.539+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-06T21:26:15.539+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I just finished watching &lt;b&gt;La Corda D'Oro (primo passo)&lt;/b&gt; today. It's about a girl who was given a "magical violin", and without any knowledge about how to play it, she was chosen to be among the participants for their intra-school musical concourse. It's a pretty fast-paced anime that it only has 26 episodes all in all. I'm not sure if there would be a sequel to this but there's a petition over at &lt;i&gt;gopetition.com&lt;/i&gt; for the fans who would like the makers of this anime to create a sequel. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/thumbnails/fit200x200/encyc/A6859-6.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wonder which anime to watch next? I thought I'd see &lt;b&gt;Hana Kimi&lt;/b&gt; but vids on &lt;i&gt;crunchyroll.com&lt;/i&gt; have real people in them. I wonder if there's an anime version? Oops, forgot, I haven't finished seeing &lt;b&gt;Saiunkoku Monogatari&lt;/b&gt; season 2!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My brother's back from his 3-day leadership training seminar. He's this year's Red Cross Youth Council (RCYC) commerce unit president. Along with the other units' presidents, they elected officers for the entire UST RCYC. Prior to the elections, he had told the other voters to not nominate him but he got nominated anyway but he didn't win. Some person, who apparently has great power when it comes to their&lt;br /&gt;organization, had had a deal with him before that he was either going&lt;br /&gt;to be president or nothing. And although he doesn't show it or even if he keeps on saying that he's glad he wasn't elected as president, I really think he was disappointed with the results, which I think is the reason why he's awfully quiet when he's done talking about his self. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He was planning to work at &lt;b&gt;Jollibee&lt;/b&gt; again for the summer. When he was younger, he's worked there, before he got into college. So he was telling my mum over dinner. And I said I wanted to work at the counter, too, and say &lt;i&gt;"Good morning, sir! Welcome to &lt;b&gt;McDonald's&lt;/b&gt;! May I take your order?" &lt;/i&gt;My mum laughed but my brother looked irritated and said something like he thought I was going overseas so why the hell was I planning so many things here and that I was ruining the story. [More like, I was ruining &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; story.]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I understood what he meant. I understand what he wants. It's like he's become this person on whom the limelight must never be removed from. Like he always have to be the great one. I bet he really thinks he should have been the president, considering that he had trouble sleeping last night and kept talking about it. He was already the topic during lunch, while me and my mum listened intently on &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; stories. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After that, I just kept saying I don't know to his queries about his body. [He always asks if he has gotten fat or if his abs are still in shape or what.] He's so vain and conceited. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Am I like him?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I think not. He always has better grades than me and he always seemed to always compete with me, comparing his grades with mine. He has a photographic memory and ever since he was a child, he was always rewarded a sum of money for every line of 9 he gets. I didn't get such a reward system, I only got nagging for my 7's and I sort of prefer that system. I don't know. I'm not the favorite, you see, I don't get much attention from my dad so I got that through his nagging and through his comparing me. I purposely don't study that hard back then, even when I was in college, so I was just Tin - the average girl, the sister of Pat - the A guy. And I think this is just how God wants it, else, my brother would probably be hating me, too. That's if he doesn't, yet.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hmm.. I feel a bit lightheaded.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'll start packing tomorrow since we'll be leaving for China in a couple of days. For a week or so, I won't be 'reachable', unless there's Internet and a computer available somewhere. I'm not bringing my laptop on a short, leisure trip. Neither will I turn on roaming for my phone. That would make this whole trip even more expensive. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'll go play Brave Story for now. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks for letting me sulk a bit.. Good night.. :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS. I cried myself to sleep last night.. I wonder who the hell for.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-5385958441208158665?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5385958441208158665/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=5385958441208158665&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/5385958441208158665?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/5385958441208158665?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/kuZgre5epk0/i-just-finished-watching-la-corda-doro.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-finished-watching-la-corda-doro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8NSXwyfyp7ImA9WxZUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-6573859811925031032</id><published>2008-04-02T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:01:38.297+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-02T12:01:38.297+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Did you know that Matt Damon got married to Luciana B at some city hall last 2005?! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I DIDN'T!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;T_________________________T&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And they're on their second child together!! [They have 3 in total because Luciana has a child from her previous marriage.]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.celebamour.com/wp-content/uploads/matt_damon.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why didn't he wait for me?! =((&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So heartbroken..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;LOL&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When will I ever &lt;strike&gt;find&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;meet&lt;/strike&gt; know who the right guy for me is?! &lt;i&gt;Don't look too far&lt;/i&gt;, they say. That's the problem!! I don't look!! I just wait for destiny/fate to push him towards my direction. LOL That reminds me of the story of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juan Tamad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; [&lt;i&gt;Lazy John&lt;/i&gt;, if you need a translation], the guy who sits under some tree and waits for some fruit to fall into his mouth. 0.0&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Have I mentioned that I love FireFox?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I &lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;LOVE&lt;/font&gt; FIREFOX!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;I recently installed add-ons such as &lt;a href='https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/1941'&gt;Hyperwords&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href='https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/201'&gt;DownThemAll&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/1730'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;. They're all so helpful! Why did I stick to Internet Explorer even if it would unexpectedly shutdown and ask me if I would like to &lt;u&gt;send an error report&lt;/u&gt;?! I'm just so glad I switched! [Geez, I sound like an advertisement and I'm not even being paid for it.]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm not sure how to go about uploading images yet, though.. I know FTP, but API?! WTH is that?! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'll be updating my ads a little later. And probably fix my Google AdSense as well. I don't know where that has gone. 0.0&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm still selling my iPod Nano. I got it from Sg last year but I downgraded to the iPod shuffle [if I haven't mentioned that before]. If someone wants my Nano, I can sell it but if not, I can use it as a USB drive.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm also helping my uncle sell his [almost] 2-month-old German Shepherd puppies, with pedigree and shots. Price is still negotiable at 17-20k since they only have 1 red mark. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'll be going to China next week, with my family and a few relatives. We'll come back home to the Philippines a week after and then I'll have to fly off again to Sg. Alone. Again. *sniff* *sniff*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm bringing my laptop to keep me connected [and to study for my third year, in advance] and my PSP to keep me busy :D &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Time flies so fast, doesn't it? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hmm..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Three things have been keeping me busy these days. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One, my laptop, it makes me wanna go chat, play Sally's Salon or DotA or visit Facebook and Friendster and Multiply! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Two, pocketbooks! I recently finished reading &lt;b&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Five People You Meet in Heaven&lt;/b&gt;, the first book of &lt;b&gt;Table for Two&lt;/b&gt;, and I couldn't finish reading &lt;b&gt;The Starter Wife&lt;/b&gt;. The last book seems to "technical" for me.. Too many brand names were mentioned and I couldn't seem to follow? Hmm.. Maybe I'll try reading it again after I finish the second book of Table for Two or &lt;b&gt;Veronika Decides to Die&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Three, my PSP! :D I love the portability since I could keep on rolling on my bed while I play LOL! I'm currently playing &lt;b&gt;Brave Story&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Diner Dash: Sizzle and Serve&lt;/b&gt;. I love RPG's, what I don't like about them is the difficulty of finding a save point when you are in dire need of one. 9_9&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had better start running again and get my other muscle groups working. *_*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-6573859811925031032?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6573859811925031032/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=6573859811925031032&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/6573859811925031032?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/6573859811925031032?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/TLEWMUkQqC4/did-you-know-that-matt-damon-got.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/04/did-you-know-that-matt-damon-got.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEFQ3szcCp7ImA9WxZWGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-5192438061190414437</id><published>2008-03-19T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:16:52.588+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-19T11:16:52.588+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Weee!! It's finally vacation time for me! So happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all my grades are good this year. Things are getting harder and harder but I guess that should be just normal since we would be handling people's lives when we graduate. I just hope I learn/ed as much as I can and as much as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't been going out with my 'friends' at school because they were being childish about Pharma group report. Well, at least I know now what they really are. I sort of 'lost' them (which I don't really regret much since they don't know how to value friendship) but in turn, I gained lots of new friends and I'm really happy :D I shouldn't have permanent friends. I should go mingle a LOT. When I get to my third year, I'll be sure to do that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick! Been this way since last Saturday. I was sent home prematurely because I was feverish. I had to skip practicing for our grand presentation for Medical Ethics 2. So the following day, they gave me a HECK of a job to do because I had to create videos and PowerPoint presentations for the entire play, including sound effects and all that. I was thinking that I probably should have been at the meeting so I wouldn't have been intoxicated with having so much to do while I had a blocked nose. The presentation went well, I think, and I hope we get a good final grade for it. I'll be uploading the videos on my multiply soon. I think the site's down at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of multiply, I'll be uploading more puppy videos! They're cuter than ever! Always following my uncle around and they're all so playful.. I luuurve 'em puppies. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a free Tarot reading from Tickle. I don't really believe in everything I read unless I find them really appropriate. And this time, some parts seem appropriate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R-CECLFHDxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1XRTwC4scYQ/s1600-h/tarot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R-CECLFHDxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1XRTwC4scYQ/s320/tarot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179284744344899346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R-CEErFHDyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FurS0I4i990/s1600-h/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R-CEErFHDyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FurS0I4i990/s320/death.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179284787294572322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R-CEE7FHDzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2ugpkA-nLkU/s1600-h/magician.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R-CEE7FHDzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2ugpkA-nLkU/s320/magician.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179284791589539634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R-CEFLFHD0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/SOO0XstAyvk/s1600-h/tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R-CEFLFHD0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/SOO0XstAyvk/s320/tower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179284795884506946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to China this summer!! Weeee!! It's my last summer vacation because next year, I'll have to be on duty at the hospital. I have to complete one whole year or else my graduation will be delayed. :( So I'm really glad my mum agreed to give me a vacation. :D I'm not going alone, btw, my mum's coming and my brother, some cousins, nephews, and some Ai's and Itiu :D I should go mingle :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my mum talked to me about my Ai asking if I could go straight to Singapore after China. It seems that she needs me for something? Hmm.. She's having problems with her only boy, can't seem to control him. Don't know what I could do with that but I always seem to get sent to Singapore as a troubleshooter for all sorts 0.0 I'd be glad to be of service but she wants me to stay for a month.. For the nth time.. :-S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh got my new iPod shuffle haha! I downgraded from a 2nd Gen 4GB nano. I couldn't seem to fill up all 4GB and it frustrates me so there. Stupid, probably, but it's waaay cuter and it's easier to hide under the uniform, which means less 'attractiveness' to snatchers and whatever :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-5192438061190414437?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5192438061190414437/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=5192438061190414437&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/5192438061190414437?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/5192438061190414437?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/zOAzv0aEG58/weee-its-finally-vacation-time-for-me.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R-CECLFHDxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1XRTwC4scYQ/s72-c/tarot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/03/weee-its-finally-vacation-time-for-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UASHg9eCp7ImA9WxZXEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-4379433054932825497</id><published>2008-02-27T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:34:09.660+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-27T21:34:09.660+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Today is the most disgusting and traumatic thing that could ever happen to me on a public transportation vehicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a trip to Manila city hall coming from Ospital ng Maynila. I took the Quiapo Espana jeep through Mabini. There was this man, probably in his 30's, looks decent but he was wearing worn-out slippers who came in and sat beside a lady. He forced to be seated next to her, considering the space that was left between the lady and the old couple who were sleeping. The space on my side was wider but he didn't sit next to me and that made me really wonder. At first, I thought he was probably going to rob us because although he looked decent, he looked liked a hoodlum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that he was sniffing the lady next to him and when the lady noticed, she moved forward to try to avoid him. But it was a wrong move because the man shifted his direction to the lady's behind because she was wearing a tiny shirt which exposed her back parts. The lady probably got fed up and got off the jeep. Luckily, I was with my friend, Bambi, and she was keeping the both of us engaged in conversation although I was still alert. (I am always alert with my surroundings. This is what one should learn if one would like to survive in the Philippines.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was holding onto a big paper-bag which he used as his cover while I noticed that he unzipped his pants, through my peripheral vision. I did not dare look because it really felt SO awkward and SO disgusting but Bambi saw the whole thing when he started masturbating on the jeep. An exhibitionist. After a few seconds, he sort of touched my shoe with his foot and he seemed like he wanted to see in between our legs, so I moved and I pleaded to Bambi to switch jeeps already. And when we did, I was so afraid that he might follow us so when I looked back, he was sticking his head out through the window and he was looking at us. GOD!! SO DISGUSTING. I will never forget that face and I shall get off a jeep if another man with a huge paper-bag comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while crossing the street to SM Manila, there were some government employees (sort of like MMDA's but not really) who were in a private jeep. One of the guys stuck out his hand while we were crossing, as if trying to touch us. I saw his face and he was grinning and I gave him a frown (a scary one at that) and he did not dare show his face through the window anymore. I was SOOO going to give him the finger already. I HATE PERVERTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm blogging about this so I am safe. Bambi should be OK, too. I am SO thankful that I'm not the lady that he was sniffing. And I am more thankful that he did not rob us. More, more thankful that Bambi and I were safe. I just wish that all maniacs would DIE. And I hope that that maniac dies a painful death. That he gets run-over by a steamroller truck so that his penis will be squished and he would have nothing to use when he goes to hell. F*CKER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-4379433054932825497?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4379433054932825497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=4379433054932825497&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/4379433054932825497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/4379433054932825497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/pmbG_ZTzYuI/today-is-most-disgusting-and-traumatic.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-most-disgusting-and-traumatic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUEQn0-eCp7ImA9WxZQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-2738836894079343733</id><published>2008-02-25T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:30:03.350+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-25T11:30:03.350+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R8IwXS9s2oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SHhZs3frwm4/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R8IwXS9s2oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SHhZs3frwm4/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170748498960505474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee!! I finally got myself a PSP! And a pink one at that! Haha! I just thought that since I'm going to be a loner, I should have something that would accompany me and never leave me no matter what.. It could run out of battery but at least I'd still have it.. Haha! WTF!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I originally asked a friend to get a PSP for me when he goes to HK but I thought that if ever the PSP would have problems, I'm gonna have problems about warranty and stuff. So I went ahead to Greenhills yesterday to this Chinese guy who is popular among my PSPing cousins :P Now I won't have problems with games because they offer unlimited downloading and a lifetime service warranty. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be studying because I have practical exams and long exams this week but I still have to compile our report on our Pharma experiment. Hai. I shouldn't let other people control my life, yes? I originally randomly selected task number 1 and I was supposedly assigned to write a discussion on the effect of okra but one of my groupmates exchanged my number with another groupmate so I ended up being the compiler. The job that I used to love since my first year of med school and beginning to hate towards the end of my second year. Nobody ever submits stuff on time. EVER. I should remember that and etch that into the sulci of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my PSP! Haha! I have Brave Story, Sims 2, Diner Dash, Loco Roco, NBA Live 08, Final Fantasy Anniversary and Crash Team Racing in my memory card. Anyone wanna trade games? :D I'm hoping to have more RPG's. I don't like Tekken or other nonsense fight games like Fight Night. Hm hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'm having flight of ideas. I must be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think woncee will dissolve by next year. I cannot believe how during our first year, we hated each other so much that we wished we wouldn't be classmates in the next. But when we were in second year, we seemed to be closer than we could possibly be, like the drama of "Against All Odds", it's us, woncee, against the whole batch. And now, in each class that we are in, we have tiny disputes that have turned into big black holes and are waiting to suck as in. So sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to find true friends these days, so I was telling my mum. You know what she said? It's better to not have true or permanent friends. Just go with whoever you wanna go with and you'll eventually end up with good people. Ugh. I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO out of transcriptions to study. Does this mean I have to READ the book?! T___T Why, why?! Why is everybody starting to become irresponsible kiddies?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I might sell my iPod Nano. I'm buying a purple iPod shuffle instead. Smaller capacity, smaller in size. I can't fill all 4 GB of my current iPod anyway because I easily get bored with sooongs that I keep on pressing on the double arrowheads. :D Weee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-2738836894079343733?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2738836894079343733/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=2738836894079343733&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/2738836894079343733?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/2738836894079343733?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/Uh2YeGVB6ZU/weee-i-finally-got-myself-psp-and-pink.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R8IwXS9s2oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SHhZs3frwm4/s72-c/DSC00654.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/02/weee-i-finally-got-myself-psp-and-pink.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UBRX84eip7ImA9WxZQF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-6644353684478654365</id><published>2008-02-23T16:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:07:34.132+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-23T18:07:34.132+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I cried myself to sleep last night :( I really am not happy with the way things are going in school right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I defended someone from being sent to buy something required for an experiment because I felt that he didn't have to miss a quiz in behalf of our group. So a friend, who is sort of like the leader in the group, got mad at me for it. x.X Another friend, who is also a group-mate, made a scene while leaving the room to go find the required item for our experiment. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the group and I planned a new experiment to do and they're really into it, unlike the former experiments that those 2 people thought about. So I compiled another protocol for the group and brought it to school the next day. I asked the "leader" if she wanted to see the new protocol and guess what she said? "No, I don't want to see it because you guys said you didn't want to do an experiment." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbfounded. Lucky for her, I aced my Medicine exam so I was ecstatic and my mood couldn't be brought down so easily. I just said "OK" and turned my back on her. I was pissed but I was still under control. Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am depressed but I feel that I shouldn't be, considering the fact that they've been really mean towards me these past few weeks, before this incident. They do childish things to me like leave me out during lunch, not give me photocopies of important notes, not tell me important announcements, etc. I don't ever do that to them, or to anyone, for that matter. I don't know why they do that to me. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the week started, other people have been "adopting" me, telling me to go with them instead of my so-called friends. I feel blessed that other people care for me. :) I thank God for them. I just wish I find true friends this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could find someone who really cares for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loner. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-6644353684478654365?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6644353684478654365/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=6644353684478654365&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/6644353684478654365?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/6644353684478654365?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/9wV8qf3w4hQ/i-cried-myself-to-sleep-last-night-i.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cried-myself-to-sleep-last-night-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcAQnw5eSp7ImA9WxZREko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-384869000262188200</id><published>2008-02-06T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:44:03.221+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-06T12:44:03.221+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I've been sick a lot lately. Did you know that psychological stress could actually bring down your T helper cells and eventually bring down your immune system? I think that's what happened to me. I'm glad I've finally recovered from a 2-week-old cough. 0.0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of Saturdays ago, I was with some friends to Laguna. It was my friend's birthday so we went to her place to celebrate with her. Originally, there were 9 of us in my friend's car. Can you imagine how we were able to fit ourselves inside?! There were 3 of us in front and 6 of them rode in the back. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized a few things when I got back home. There's something weird about the celebrant.. She kept telling us how her cousins were so young and yet so tall and that they're good at playing basketball. No one was really asking about her relatives. I think everyone else noticed this, too.. They just kept agreeing by nodding their heads and talking about something else. She also showed me her new phone.. Hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all my days could be as peaceful as this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R6kzsQUP8XI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VVPc0ARGk2s/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R6kzsQUP8XI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VVPc0ARGk2s/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163715283144143218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's home from Singapore. He got here last Saturday. I should have asked how much a PSP is in Sg! But I only remembered on the same day that he was coming home. :( Anyway, someone else sort of promised to get me a PSP from HK, for which I am willing to pay. :D I am not sure when I'll be able to get a PSP but I sure hope it's soon. My mum's asking me where I wanted to go for the summer. Hmm.. It all depends, I guess. I don't really have a definite place in mind. Anyway, here's what my dad got me. It's a wallet and a phone charm studded with Swarovski! Can you believe?! My dad's a spendthrift but I think he really spent on this one. Hehe! Thanks, dad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R6kzsgUP8YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aZgQ1BQ_dr8/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R6kzsgUP8YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aZgQ1BQ_dr8/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163715287439110530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about getting a PSP because I feel like my world's getting smaller by the minute. My college friend sort of ditched me because a (supposed) friend cooked up a story saying that I was spreading rumors about her. I was really sad about that because my supposed friend betrayed me. I got mad at her before this incident because she copied my patient's history and submitted it to our professor. I was even more sad that my college friend believed every word she said. Harsh, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my friends in class are becoming weird. They didn't even tell me that we were not going to have classes this morning. I only heard about this news from a guy friend. One of them even took a job to do for our research paper but since she had a fight with her BF, she decided to leave it all up to me. Great, huh? I hate my MED life!! IT SUCKS!!! :'c &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All the water in the world can never sink a ship unless it gets inside. Just the same, all the pressures of the world can't tear you apart and can never hurt you unless you let it in. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong xi fa cai! Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my year now.. The year of the rat.. I hope I get lucky.... 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It was starting to be sluggish when it boots up. Rar. While I was at it, I decided to try some new programs that some friends have been telling me about. Such as Mozilla Firefox, Yahoo Messenger for Vista, trying not to update my copy of Windows, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before I tried to get a copy of Mozilla Firefox, I searched for reviews on the Internet. FF captured my &lt;3! I like the idea that when it restarts, you can restore your session. Just like what happened now, I accidentally made my system reboot because it just finished installing Windows updates. I thought this unsaved blog entry would be gone but voila!!! It's heeeeeere!! And I love the automatic spell checker that comes with this browser. It eats a lot of memory though. But other than that, it's GOOD!! :D I say it's a keeper! &lt;3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I tried Yahoo! Messenger for Vista. That ate a LOT of memory. About 60 thou +. I love the way it looks because it's so techie and so innovative but then the sound that plays whenever a contact comes online or goes off-line, keeps on playing without saying who went online or off-line! It's rather spooky. Sacked!! I reverted to using YM version 8.0. Less memory usage than 9.0 AND works just as fine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding NOT installing Windows updates, a cousin recommended that. He's a graduate of Robotics at DLSU and he's been with Fujitsu Ten for a really long time now so I kinda trust him when he tells me about computer stuff. He said that keeping your computer up-to-date would only slow your system down. I don't really know for sure so I asked a friend who holds a Comp Sci degree if I should install updates or not. He said yes. Blood is supposedly thicker than water but sometimes you know clotting factors go down and water becomes sumkinda thicker. Hahaha! Whatever. I followed my friend's advice. I set a system restore point just in case though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a crazy dream last night. A supposed &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doppelganger&lt;/span&gt; kissed me kinda wetly and in the dream, I kinda liked it 0.0 In another dream, we were being chased by men with guns! What does it all mean? I searched on the ever-reliable DreamMoods.com to check. And guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream of a kiss, denotes love, affection, tranquility, harmony, and contentment. If you are kissing a close friend, then it represents your respect and adoration for your friend. It may or may not signify a romantic interest for him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a man in your dream, denotes the masculine aspect of yourself - the side that is assertive, rational, aggressive, and/or competitive. If the man is known to you, then the dream may reflect your feelings and concerns you have about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a woman and dream that you are in the arms of a man, suggests that you are accepting and welcoming your stronger assertive personality . It may also highlight your desires to be in a relationship and your image of the ideal man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a gun in your dream, symbolizes aggression, anger, and potential danger. You may be dealing with issues of passiveness/aggressiveness and authority/dependence. Alternatively, a gun can represent the penis and male sexual drive. Thus the gun may mean power and impotence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-316045561337073925?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/316045561337073925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=316045561337073925&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/316045561337073925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/316045561337073925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/aam15KajBkA/i-am-sick.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-sick.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMESX08fip7ImA9WxZTFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478694219846693591.post-2127192583408406748</id><published>2008-01-18T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:43:28.376+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-18T22:43:28.376+08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">My mummy has left for Pangasinan earlier today and now she's in Baguio City!! Wha? Obviously, I am not making any sense again. My brain is so tired. I feel like the ventricles and the sulci are now loose and my brain matter is starting to liquefy. Ew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last school *&amp;^%$#$%^&amp;*(* that I am going to read for this week!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R5Cy5FdgW9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Oei_Hs_QMBc/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R5Cy5FdgW9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Oei_Hs_QMBc/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156818267127438290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase. I'd like to take a break, rest my head for a while, do something that I like to do for LONG hours and not worry about school!! Give me this Saturday and I should be back on my serious a55 on.. Sunday 0.0 The fark. I've been taking exams since last Saturday!! And I haven't had enough sleep. And my eyebags are getting bigger and darker and meaner. And my pimples are multiplying by binary fission and they're darker and meaner. X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Merrie's back home yet.. I wanna go shopping!! My Med school friends are going home to their respective hometowns tomorrow. I don't have HWSNBN. I don't have Merrie. I don't have mummy. I don't have anybody to go shopping with.. T____T Alms.. Alms.. This is so saaad. Will I go shopping alone? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R5Cy5VdgW-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/wGl_AuD8QoM/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R5Cy5VdgW-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/wGl_AuD8QoM/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156818271422405602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurve my new lip gloss! :D It's a gift from Joycee hihihi! So happee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're young and cute and cuddly, everybody seemed to be always around you. But as you're growing up, you feel like being able to do things on your own, like you wanna be independent. But in the end, when you're finally an adult, you'd want intimacy again, and have someone you can depend on. What a cycle. Heard about the 8 stages of development? That kinda explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my mum and I just got really close recently. Last December of 2007 to be exact. I was really a big a55 rebel during my adolescence. Never listening and always doing my own thing. Yes, I got scolded a lot and I've cried a lot. I always thought that I wasn't being understood that was why my mummy and I couldn't 'meet'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Seek to understand rather than to be understood.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said those words to myself but I guess I never really understood what it meant. I'm glad HWSNBN taught me that. Unconsciously, though. Now I understand my mummy. How she wants only the best for me. And I feel really sorry for having hurt her in the past. And I shall try my best to put a stop to that. Really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've always said 'no regrets' but, in truth, I regret many things that I have done in the past. And I know they will continue to haunt me all the days of my life. For as long as other people remember, I will be kept reminded of my stupidity, foolishness, childishness and whatever narcissistic, immature or neurotic thing that I've done. I suck. Is it too late for a wonderful life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to be given a chance to be reborn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R5Cy51dgW_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7QKntOBbLZk/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R5Cy51dgW_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7QKntOBbLZk/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156818280012340210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I am sure I wouldn't handle things in the same way that I handled [some of] it in this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4478694219846693591-2127192583408406748?l=borntothepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2127192583408406748/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4478694219846693591&amp;postID=2127192583408406748&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/2127192583408406748?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4478694219846693591/posts/default/2127192583408406748?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Screeeaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm/~3/DD4zOxQh2k8/my-mummy-has-left-for-pangasinan.html" title="" /><author><name>Tiiin*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/TKVTxmwAnsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bdEuiHofag4/S220/03062010285.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NiOAgFnM5x4/R5Cy5FdgW9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Oei_Hs_QMBc/s72-c/DSC00538.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://borntothepurple.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-mummy-has-left-for-pangasinan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

