<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;DUQCRnczcCp7ImA9WhRUGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629</id><updated>2012-01-31T13:22:47.988+08:00</updated><category term='story telling'/><category term='utter randomness'/><category term='Chapter 1'/><category term='celebrity criticism'/><category term='Chapter 2'/><category term='journal'/><category term='views'/><title>The Jypsy Code</title><subtitle type='html'>The Code Of Jypsy! If you're thinking that this blog is something like the Da Vinci Code, that is where you are completely wrong! But anyways, this blog is all about random thoughts from this random guy, namely Jypsy, who is a guy, just so you know! Funny as it is, that is a real name!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D08FSXw9fyp7ImA9WhRUFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-8467590989026439022</id><published>2012-01-27T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:36:58.267+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-27T00:36:58.267+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utter randomness'/><title>Randomness</title><content type='html'>So I was looking at some of my pictures one Facebook, then I came across to some of my pictures with my few friends. I came to realize how think my eyebrows are!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes..... my eyebrows are thick. Oh wait! Not only that my eyebrows are the only once that are thick. So is my lips.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every time I see my eyebrows, I can't help but to think to shave &amp;nbsp;them for no apparent reason. But then again, practicality shot my head with a realization of how stupid I would look like without any eyebrows, or losing a brow that is.&lt;br /&gt;
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How randomness comes inevitably and unexpected!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-8467590989026439022?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8467590989026439022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2012/01/randomness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/8467590989026439022?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/8467590989026439022?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2012/01/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMFQH8_eSp7ImA9WhRUFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-4772357025606424162</id><published>2012-01-26T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:26:51.141+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-26T16:26:51.141+08:00</app:edited><title>2011 Year-End Review</title><content type='html'>2011 Sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, suck. And by suck I meant suck out all the happiness and brought hyperactivity. Sucked out the sadness and changed it to strength that I earned after all hardships.&lt;br /&gt;
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2011 wasn't the best one, yet it is the year of my turning points. A turning point where I almost gave up, but some people still had faith in me. A turning point where I found my true calling and heed on it till I get to that point. A turning point where I have to find myself somewhere I don't really belong to, and getting out of it when I can't see myself in there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eT2sgob-7k8/TxY6d0MF-UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1J_jYo-D2vo/s1600/2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eT2sgob-7k8/TxY6d0MF-UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1J_jYo-D2vo/s400/2011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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SO! Let's view down memory lane, shall we? (I love how I enumerate unfortunate events ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;
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January&lt;br /&gt;
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Still in a hangover from Christmas and New Year celebration. And eventually gained more weight, as expected.&lt;br /&gt;
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February&lt;br /&gt;
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The Month of the Hearts... Unfortunately, I broke someone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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March&lt;br /&gt;
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The hype for selling things and giving out stuffs is about to be done.&lt;br /&gt;
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April&lt;br /&gt;
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A new journey has begun, and it's my birth month. HURRAY FOR GETTING OLD AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;
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May&lt;br /&gt;
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Preparing to go to college.... Hello Hell again!&lt;br /&gt;
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June&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, school has started. Meet new nemeses and new haters!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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July&lt;br /&gt;
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We moved to a new house. We are on our own.... the three oldies.&lt;br /&gt;
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August&lt;br /&gt;
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The sickness time has arrived! And I've gone so skinny! And I donated blood as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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September&lt;br /&gt;
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Got a worsen illness. Got skinnier that expected. And I've lost desires of going to school.&lt;br /&gt;
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October&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped out of school. Serving as a part-time missionary, so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;
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November&lt;br /&gt;
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Still in a part-time mission, and moving back to my hometown right after.&lt;br /&gt;
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December&lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas season!! Yeah..... be back to be over weight again :D&lt;br /&gt;
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Over-all, 2011 is so awesome!! It may have been pretty challenging, but we've learnt a lot from this year. I would say, 2011 was the year of turning points. The year where I have to look at things, and how to deal with it in full-heart, without hesitations, without doubts. Wave goodbye to 2011, because 2012 is in.&lt;br /&gt;
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Word of the year: idiot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-4772357025606424162?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4772357025606424162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-year-end-review.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/4772357025606424162?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/4772357025606424162?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-year-end-review.html' title='2011 Year-End Review'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eT2sgob-7k8/TxY6d0MF-UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1J_jYo-D2vo/s72-c/2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU4MSH4_eyp7ImA9WhRUF08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-7908129206465237600</id><published>2011-12-26T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T13:19:49.043+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-28T13:19:49.043+08:00</app:edited><title>Changes</title><content type='html'>Yeah, changes. Yep, things are not the same anymore. As you can see, the year has changed into 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
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OH MY GOSH! HOW DID THAT HAPPENED?!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, for the next coming months I wouldn't be that active on this blog. No, I'm not leaving you guys on thin air! I'm just preparing myself for something really important, as of now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even my picture is changed into something new! HURRAY! But even I'm gone, I'll keep you all updated. It's gonna happen via my sister. Yes, my sister would be the one be administering my blog for about 2 years. And that would start about few months from now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Note: Picture courtesy of &lt;a href="http://bickoykasya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Alvin John B. Casia&lt;/a&gt; , he's my cousin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-7908129206465237600?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7908129206465237600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/12/changes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/7908129206465237600?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/7908129206465237600?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/12/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEYNQHg-eyp7ImA9WhRQFU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-5317070123710687637</id><published>2011-12-07T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T23:49:51.653+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-12-10T23:49:51.653+08:00</app:edited><title>Oh My Readers</title><content type='html'>So, for quite sometime, I've been noticing that many of my audiences are mostly reading about how much I hate Justin Bieber..... So I came into a contemplation on making another hate article on how much I hate the person (I guess you know who it is). SO, for next few months, or years that are about to come on many more articles.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hurray For the Hating Jypsy Coder!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Note: If you want to suggest some articles that would do for it, please do so. I'm not the smartest person to think on some titles and gossips, since I'm a type of person who doesn't watch that much T.V., and many more schtuffs. Never be scared to send me suggestions at jypsycode@gmail.com, or my yahoo account, on jypsy_casia@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm looking forward to be a hater again :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-5317070123710687637?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5317070123710687637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/5317070123710687637?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/5317070123710687637?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='Oh My Readers'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YHRXYyfyp7ImA9WhRTEkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-7476681507336853915</id><published>2011-11-03T09:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:52:14.897+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-03T09:52:14.897+08:00</app:edited><title>I am Lost!</title><content type='html'>SO! After a couple of days that I was on the mission field, so many things had happened that I wasn't even thinking that would even happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mB-I_NoLMI/TrHyb8c17uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-V3LQhHk8wQ/s1600/Picture+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mB-I_NoLMI/TrHyb8c17uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-V3LQhHk8wQ/s400/Picture+002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meh!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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But what the hey, changes are quite inevitable. And so are crappy things that would pretty much happen to me very often than I would be expecting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just so you know, I am not blogging on the field! O_O I've been asked to serve as a part-time missionary, which is one of the things that I wasn't expecting much.&lt;br /&gt;
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And guess what! They call me an RM now!! Which is funny to think that I haven't even served a full-time mission! But I must say, it sounds quite good to hear that from people you know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh how dark my skin has gone for only 13 days! But it's ok, I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;
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SO! About to go on with my normally insane life again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-7476681507336853915?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7476681507336853915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/7476681507336853915?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/7476681507336853915?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-lost.html' title='I am Lost!'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mB-I_NoLMI/TrHyb8c17uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-V3LQhHk8wQ/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkUEQ3k-eyp7ImA9WhdUFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-8869151530130540975</id><published>2011-10-03T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:36:42.753+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-03T13:36:42.753+08:00</app:edited><title>I miss my Old Life!</title><content type='html'>YES!&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to go back to Saudi.... But apparently I can't just do it like we used to do it before.&lt;br /&gt;
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So far, my life has been quite challenging at any levels since adjustment is not yet over in our life here in Manila.&amp;nbsp; We faced tons of hardships that we didn't use to see or have from the time we were in Riyadh.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe that I can't turn back time to put myself on those times that I was in my haven.... and by haven I meant the kitchen with a big big big fridge, with lot's of food, and not leftovers cooked from a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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 Ah the good ol' days! How I miss them so much, it makes me cry every night I think about it. (NOT!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-8869151530130540975?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8869151530130540975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-miss-my-old-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/8869151530130540975?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/8869151530130540975?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-miss-my-old-life.html' title='I miss my Old Life!'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYFRH84eip7ImA9WhRVEEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-7891282778794069220</id><published>2011-09-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:31:55.132+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-09T13:31:55.132+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story telling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 2'/><title>A Roadless Journey of Mr. Jypsy, Adjust</title><content type='html'>The long 9 hour flight of traveling is over! My body is so jet lagged, not to mention covered in fatigue that causes a full body pain. So, to cover up my pain with another set of pain, I carried all the&amp;nbsp;luggage we brought. Including the luggage of my dad, who turns out isn't with us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yep, still covered in fatigue. We are going to the arrival section of the airport, humid, sticky, crowded. It's the greeting of my home country for me, WELCOME TO THE PHILIPPINES, JYPSY!&lt;br /&gt;
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Waiting for our step mom, I'm multitasking like an iPhone, guarding our stuffs, keeping my siblings from roaming around with some random creepy strangers that turns out to be some kidnapper, and looking for that car that &amp;nbsp;my dad asked to my step mom to rent.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then there she goes, with the short shorts she's wearing, with my brother who's hair is a total mess, and my bald cousin whom I really admire, I feel so welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;
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On the way, we were buying some grub before we head to our new home. I asked for a non-chicken-contented burger from McDonald's, I got a pork one! YAY! But wait... it's too salty!!! Oh well, live with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Arrived on our new home, still I managed to carry all the stuffs with my fatigue, with the help of that driver who I don't know, and with his creepy mate beside me on the van. Thanks Manong, both of you are quite helpful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I see a bed, I am ready to retire!!! Good night! Oops, rather good morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-7891282778794069220?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7891282778794069220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/09/roadless-journey-of-mr-jypsy-adjust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/7891282778794069220?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/7891282778794069220?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/09/roadless-journey-of-mr-jypsy-adjust.html' title='A Roadless Journey of Mr. Jypsy, Adjust'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4BSH45fip7ImA9WhdVF0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-3016936558560989668</id><published>2011-09-23T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:12:39.026+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-23T10:12:39.026+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story telling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1'/><title>A Roadless Journey of Mr. Jypsy, The Beginning</title><content type='html'>Packed, baggage all ready to be brought. Rushing to catch the flight to Abu Dhabi, a major hindrance has happened unexpectedly. My dad was held on the immigration. Drama and scene already happening, a final decision was made that the 5 of us would travel alone, me, my 2 sisters, and my 2 brothers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though the kids are with tears and so is my sister, we have to move on and travel just us, without any parent with us. Carrying all the baggage, and some that are supposed to be brought by my dad, I brought them all. And with a last minute problem-o, my sister had to run back to get our boarding passes and a few bucks for our arrival. Seated on their designated seats, the kids can't stop looking for their dad. Without any hesitations, we had to explain the scenario we are into. So far, no one asked anything at the arrival in the Abu Dhabi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;
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Arriving in Abu Dhabi, we have to wait 6 hours from 5 am till 11 am for the next flight to Manila for our final destination. As we waited for those times, we felt nothing but fatigue and shivering coldness of the airport, though there is a free Wi-Fi around it. That's the only incentive we can have as we wait for those hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the painful waiting for 6 hours is over, the gate for&amp;nbsp; the plane we are about to ride on is open and ready to put in passengers. As we search for our seats and sit on them,&amp;nbsp; we are on for another travel that would take us about another 9 hours of flying in the air!&lt;br /&gt;
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SO! There comes a time when one person has made a decision that would change his life, pretty much drastically, well, not forever, but has done a lot.&lt;/div&gt;
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Few weeks ago, I decided to donate blood for one of our church members who needs it for her operation. I must say the things you need to do is quite strict, but when you get to give out blood, it feels so accomplishing and rewarding when you get to give a piece of you for others who need that piece.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember the slogan written in the donation room where there are tons of pictures and service projects that was posted in their bulletin board. But one slogan has remained in my mind:&lt;/div&gt;
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You are donating blood&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember one of the reminders that was given to us even before we went to the hospital where we would be donating our blood. They have been constantly reminding us not to stand on the cot or bed for about 20 or more minutes after donating. The whole giving part took only about 5-10 minutes, and my resting time only took about 15 minutes or less. And the creepiest part of my donating, I actually had dreamed of it few weeks or so before donating. So I can say, I was meant to donate my blood, I think :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The over-all experience was so awesome! I am looking forward on donating my blood in the near future, but too near though. I would have to need my blood, though. That's the rule of donating, wait at least for a year to replenish your blood, or three months is enough. TeeHee ^_^&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-3553041348279592376?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3553041348279592376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/09/buh-luhd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/3553041348279592376?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/3553041348279592376?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/09/buh-luhd.html' title='Buh-Luhd!!!'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNIVOFTW6Xs/Tk2-rMmnWcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8sZeQuml4Ag/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkINQno6fCp7ImA9WhdXF08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-7037940091171850892</id><published>2011-08-31T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T02:23:13.414+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-31T02:23:13.414+08:00</app:edited><title>Giving Up</title><content type='html'>So, it all comes down to the point of giving up...... I admit, I'm not that strong or smart, or even that patient.&lt;br /&gt;
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But choices and priorities baffle things up.... especially when some people are too concerned about you being not in school.&lt;br /&gt;
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Basically, I'm at the brink of quitting school, and doing something really hardcore. (Not doing drugs, OK?)&lt;br /&gt;
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But in the end, certain priorities are there to make you realize things that you need to do in order to attain what you want to happen. And you just have to make some choices that would somewhat make a turn in your stinking life.&lt;br /&gt;
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For this, I thank the people who made me think about some things that I have to do when in this kind of situation. Even if I don't get to put it right in, you know who you are.... especially you, Mama :3&lt;br /&gt;
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So giving up, it's off my to-do list.... and on with Perseverance and Eduring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-7037940091171850892?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7037940091171850892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/08/giving-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/7037940091171850892?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/7037940091171850892?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/08/giving-up.html' title='Giving Up'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUAERH8zfCp7ImA9WhdSEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-9217768744904389201</id><published>2011-07-19T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:01:45.184+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-19T08:01:45.184+08:00</app:edited><title>A New Chapter of My Life</title><content type='html'>Yes, you heard it right. A new chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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So far, I've been doing a lot of stuffs that made me entirely busy, I didn't even got the chance to update this blog. But anyways, I'm ALIVE!! I've been going to bars, clubs, birthday parties, beaches, houses of some of my friends, hanging out with new friends, and meeting up with my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I came to realize, I've wasted a lot of time being a bum for so long, I totally had to adjust on so many things. Going back to school for an instance. DANG! I missed school somehow, especially my high school years, where you cram on making your homework, you cheat on taking exams and quizzes, and you&amp;nbsp; laugh and cry with your school friends on what you have experienced through-out the school year. Oh how fun it is to bring back memories. But now is the time to meet the new memories that are about to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think this is all I can say for now after a long technological comatose I was into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-9217768744904389201?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/9217768744904389201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-chapter-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/9217768744904389201?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/9217768744904389201?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-chapter-of-my-life.html' title='A New Chapter of My Life'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEICRn48eSp7ImA9WhZSFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-2393282473960756455</id><published>2011-04-01T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:56:07.071+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-01T10:56:07.071+08:00</app:edited><title>Fun Fun Fun Fun!!</title><content type='html'>So few days ago, my sister called up some of the school peeps to have a mini-reunion since we're leaving Riyadh really soon. Some things didn't really go as planned, but still it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, we first headed to the school to meet up with some of our teachers. Had a chat for awhile, took some photo's that really cracked us up when checked it out. Then off we went to the nearby mall, Riyadh Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;
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The drill was pretty obvious and typical. We headed to the food court, took a lot of pictures,and ate. In the food court, it appears that we are the only group that makes a lot of noises, and mess around. And by messing around, I don't mean by having rubbishes around the place, just being too lively, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After all the picture taking we did in the mall, and a few laughs, it's time to head back to the school since that is our starting point. As we are about to search for a typical taxi, there was already a cab company called "London Cab" is just outside the gate of the mall, ready for any customers. Amazed by the classiness, we took another opportunity to take pictures in the car, until we reached back to the school. No hesitations, we still took pictures with the cab and it's taxi even before he leaves. It's a good thing he's one cool cab driver.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's big enough to have some few big people inside :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;All in all, it was a very fun day. Though we missed some people, not some, a lot! Things like this can never be forgotten nor forsaken.&lt;span id="goog_1110305060"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1110305061"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-2393282473960756455?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2393282473960756455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/03/fun-fun-fun-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/2393282473960756455?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/2393282473960756455?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/03/fun-fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun Fun Fun Fun!!'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tGX3SM_cyDQ/TZURU8pVc0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FXiPVIu0YLE/s72-c/DSC09272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkEBRH89fip7ImA9Wx9aGUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-3117542365281428695</id><published>2011-01-14T06:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T09:10:55.166+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-13T09:10:55.166+08:00</app:edited><title>Stereotypical</title><content type='html'>Before we go down to the bottom line of this, let's learn the real meaning of stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A stereo love &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Stereotype -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;/ˈstɛr i əˌtaɪp, ˈstɪər-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="boldface" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: 700; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ster&lt;/span&gt;-ee-&lt;span class="ital-inline" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;-tahyp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="boldface" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: 700; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;steer&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;/ (noun, verb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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noun&lt;br /&gt;
:a set form; convention&lt;br /&gt;
:&lt;i&gt;Sociology&lt;/i&gt;. a simplified and standardized conception or image invested with special meaning and held in common by members of a group&lt;br /&gt;
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verb&lt;br /&gt;
:to make of stereotype&lt;br /&gt;
:to characterize or regard as a stereotype&lt;br /&gt;
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Source:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/stereotype"&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/stereotype&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some opinions of some of my pals whom I asked on their definition of "stereotype"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Big Chick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Putting people into groups, different groups.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A-nony-mous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A bias or preconceived idea about a person or a group of person.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Sarah Brisco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A stereotypical &amp;nbsp;thingamajig.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Johanna Casia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A stereo that types.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Ria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Something that others characterize certain races in that is offending.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, since there are lot's of definition that I got, I only took some that were the first one to be said. And now, let's cut to the chase. My turn, as many people say.&lt;br /&gt;
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Segregation, being biased, individual characterization, that's how it goes in this world. Where most people consider their selves as perfect enough to judge. I think the best example for a place with this kind of situation is the school.&lt;br /&gt;
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First scenario: Coolness range&lt;br /&gt;
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Popular kids- they're often times, known as the coolest of them all, the "perfect" people!&lt;br /&gt;
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Cheerleaders- I think some of them can be considered as part of the popular kids. since they're often seen on cheering competition, basketball games, football games, etc., and a few pep rally, there's a humongous chance that they would be pretty much well-known.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jocks- Same ranking as the cheerleaders. Often seen every game, except Math-Olympics, Battle of the Brains, and Chess games.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bullies- Popular to the generic type of students, nerds &amp;amp; geeks. They can be also the cheaters of the room. Popular because they always have the capabilities to beat you up and pick on you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nerds- Some of them are the "teacher's pet". You'll see them often carrying books, or with glasses and talking about some schtuffs that are quite smart. Often being bullied, they often go home with bruises or out of lunch money.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Generics- The mass students of the school. They are what the call the "commoners". Often unknown and often forgotten easily like a bubble that pops in a split second.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, another scenario that is also well-known in this planet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Second scenario: Race&lt;br /&gt;
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White- I think just saying it explains everything. But I'm not saying all of them are jerks or something. NO! I have lots of white friends that aren't jerks or morons that would treat me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Black- The gangsters (Not to offend anyone). I think they are quite musical in many ways. Many artists nowadays are black people. And I don't think I need to give examples for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Asians- The "Chinks", "Gooks", "Japs", etc. that I don't want to spit out. Always underestimated by other according to the "size" (If you wanna know about it, chat with me on anywhere I'm available). Considered by others to be the "lowest form of people". (OUCH!) P.S.: Arabs, Indians, Some Russians, are Asians. Remember that kids!&lt;br /&gt;
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[Note: If some ideas or opinions are sensitive or plain wrong, never hesitate to tell it to me, OK??]&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, enough with the scenarios. Time for point.&lt;br /&gt;
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From the time I started wandering around the world of net, I've been encountering so many stuffs like how they see these type of people, or how they think about 'em. One of which is when I started downloading the app on my iPod, Chat Lobby. Since I'm Asian and a teen, my first impulses are going to the Teens room and the Asian room. The Teens room, doesn't seem to care to anyone but their selves. That room is always filled with people yearning for their sexual needs. It's an automatic rejection. Then I started heading to the Asian room. I was welcomed openly, and not ignored. In that room, different types of people are there. Randomness has always been the key to start a topic in that room. And now, many people in that room are some what my friends now. We got closer to each other despite the fact that it's only an online chat, and we always stick together against the "trolls",haters, and pedos. Bottom line of this, there is no stereotypical views when it comes to friendship.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul class="uiList uiUfi focus_target fbUfi" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;ufi&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; width: 398px;"&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComments"&gt;&lt;ul class="commentList" style="list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_924364 ufiItem ufiItem" style="background-color: #edeff4; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock" style="display: block; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; padding-top: 1px; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;To all the people in the Asian room that inspired me to do this post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Leesa &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nhi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Teejae &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fran &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ced &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kandii &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Dongmin &amp;nbsp; Dae Young &amp;nbsp; Andy &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Siren &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Noah &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ryan &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Btchu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;iCookie &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Linn &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Drew &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tony &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Chinky &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Justin &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Jennifer &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Filijapiboy &amp;nbsp; Rachel &amp;nbsp; Rome &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Masaki &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Miranda &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Icky-Ricky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Shaz &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Shann &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tiger &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ashy &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Vincent &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Swaggah (Chi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Damien &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;JustinCha &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Chinami &amp;nbsp; Kym Tangy &amp;nbsp;Kawaii_vip &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ria &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Riceman &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lady MooMoo &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;OnOne &amp;nbsp; Jin &amp;nbsp;Ziv &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;KP &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Calvin &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jaycee&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Kayvee &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;ChinaFace &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jon &amp;nbsp; Austin &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Real &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Brandyn &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kush &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jarosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Marcus &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kyle &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bella &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Matt &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Andrea &amp;nbsp; Kaso &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Chibi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Stip &amp;nbsp; Vicki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Luke &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jackie &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nick &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The Haters &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Racists &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pedo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;I Love You All &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-3117542365281428695?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3117542365281428695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/01/stereotypical.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/3117542365281428695?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/3117542365281428695?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/01/stereotypical.html' title='Stereotypical'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TT5xcah8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Sha8IoVkOXc/s72-c/IMG_4987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYEQH84fyp7ImA9Wx9XF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-3882400707540134675</id><published>2011-01-02T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T05:58:21.137+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-12T05:58:21.137+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title>2010 Year-End Review!</title><content type='html'>Ready those fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;
Drum roll please! (Drum Drum Drum Rolling NOW!)&lt;br /&gt;
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2010 is about to end! Yea for those who had such a bad year! and Yea for those who had a great year! (Just like me!)&lt;br /&gt;
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But before the 2010 ends, let's take a stroll down the memory lane, shall we?? And try not to look back at the gory, bloody, creepy path, Ok?&lt;br /&gt;
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January&lt;br /&gt;
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Few weeks after the Math Quiz Bee, I am still celebrating. Quite ridiculous if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;
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February&lt;br /&gt;
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Our very first anniversary of me and Megan. It's quite sad and lonely when you are surrounded by couples.&lt;br /&gt;
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March&lt;br /&gt;
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I am leaving high school! AND I LOVE IT! Thank goodness that's over!&lt;br /&gt;
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April&lt;br /&gt;
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Getting old! Crap! And Youth Conference. That was so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;
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May&lt;br /&gt;
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Independence has been the show! And I am so happy that I learned it.&lt;br /&gt;
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June&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello misery! It's nice to see you again. I never thought we will meet again.&lt;br /&gt;
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July&lt;br /&gt;
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My dad and sis are getting older! BWUAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;
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August&lt;br /&gt;
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My last Ramadan was kinda bloated. Lot's and lot's of food have I saw!&lt;br /&gt;
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September&lt;br /&gt;
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Eid! So fun! And it's my older bro's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;
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October&lt;br /&gt;
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My youngest sister,&amp;nbsp;baptized. And my oldest sister has moved out. GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;
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November&lt;br /&gt;
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My oldest sister visited over. And my oldest brother left to move out! YAY! And I met a new friend from New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;
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December&lt;br /&gt;
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TOTALLY BLOATED! So many parties were attended. And a lot of karaokes and more and more food!&lt;br /&gt;
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Over all, 2010 went so fast, I didn't know it was 2011 already. But the experiences were so&amp;nbsp;fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, All I can say to y'all, Happy New Year. Have a great 2011&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S.&lt;br /&gt;
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Word of the year : Facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-3882400707540134675?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3882400707540134675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-year-end-review.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/3882400707540134675?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/3882400707540134675?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-year-end-review.html' title='2010 Year-End Review!'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TSzQTi3uspI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dGdEWq34ZlY/s72-c/2010_year_in_review_468x305g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkIDR3Y8eip7ImA9Wx9QF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-4645711847718262019</id><published>2010-12-31T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T03:49:36.872+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-31T03:49:36.872+08:00</app:edited><title>Apologies :D</title><content type='html'>And so I didn't get to make my Christmas special. And I also forgot to make anything that would make the holiday spirit be felt.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just want to say sorry (Whoever were expecting it, or at least looking for something enlightening and such).&lt;br /&gt;
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Due to lots and lots of parties, get together, karaoke nights and some dinner with friends, it came to the point where I forgot everything in my mind. It must have been the effect of too much fun in my body. I must remove some fun cells in me, but not too much though. I don't want to end up being a party pooper and see a whole angry mob, having their pitch forks and torches. (What the heck is this, Shrek?!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I will just keep up next year so things can be all better. Or at least fair enough to be tolerated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-4645711847718262019?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4645711847718262019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/12/apologies-d.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/4645711847718262019?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/4645711847718262019?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/12/apologies-d.html' title='Apologies :D'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUDQXs8fyp7ImA9Wx9RE00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-6654780956980705697</id><published>2010-12-14T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:31:10.577+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-14T14:31:10.577+08:00</app:edited><title>The First Christmas in this blog!</title><content type='html'>Oh My GOSH! I never thought that I would last on making more and more post! Even though the gaps between posts are sooooooooooooooooooooo big. But anyway, I'm still posting no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;
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To make you feel the real Christmas spirit here on this blog, please give me some comments that would give tons of ideas because as of this moment, my brain is under natural refrigeration. In other words, I'm too lazy to think what to do for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PLEASE! I NEED YOUR HELP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that would catch your attention, or at least make an impression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-6654780956980705697?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6654780956980705697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-christmas-in-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/6654780956980705697?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/6654780956980705697?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-christmas-in-this-blog.html' title='The First Christmas in this blog!'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcMQn07eSp7ImA9Wx9RE00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-4732906409652390322</id><published>2010-11-12T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:28:03.301+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-14T14:28:03.301+08:00</app:edited><title>The Gay and Swoopy is Gone!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I got a haircut. I know it's so stupid and such, but I just did. Well, it was my decision to have it cut any ways. I'm not forced from all the threats that was given to me by many people in church. Not to mention the intimidation done by my dad and brother.&lt;br /&gt;
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To be honest, I feel weird on having such short hair. It's all because I got used on having such long, swoopy hair. But anyway, what's there is there. And you can't do anything about it. Unless you use a shampoo that would make your hair grow faster than ever. That would be awesome!!! Nah, I'm alright with the natural way of growing it. No hassle. Just letting it all by itself. And no one bugging you to put anything on your hair. Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;
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Since hair has been the most precious part of my body, Oh what the heck! I'll turn myself bald!!! AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! Just kidding. Bald doesn't fit me. And I therefore conclude that I should end this right now. So, later punks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-4732906409652390322?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4732906409652390322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/12/gay-and-swoopy-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/4732906409652390322?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/4732906409652390322?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/12/gay-and-swoopy-is-gone.html' title='The Gay and Swoopy is Gone!!!!'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QESX86eip7ImA9Wx5aGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-4730812008226737246</id><published>2010-10-15T05:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:48:28.112+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-17T12:48:28.112+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><title>Knives, Hang ropes, Guns, and Tall Buildings</title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TMYHnRIwYuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LBauCnwuQG4/s1600/DSC08259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TMYHnRIwYuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LBauCnwuQG4/s400/DSC08259.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spread Love to anyone who's hurt!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ Suicide, one of the many reasons for a person's death.&lt;br /&gt;
Just so you know, despite all the jumpy, hyperactive, smiling-too-much, always positive, happy person that I am, the greatest depression has come into my life for some time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, but not only once, I've tried it for so many times. But there is this one thing that always stop me from doing such thing. &amp;nbsp;And it's not my conscience, but something more than my conscience. Something non-existent that stopped me from&amp;nbsp;continuing my attempt. And that helped me through-out the depressing times up to this very day.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, let's find out why do people commit/attempt suicide?&lt;br /&gt;
The most common among the factors is depression. Associated with it is the psychological impairment that triggers once compulsion to end his/her precious life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing is the pressure. Peer, school, parents, problems, you name it. They're always around. No matter where you go or what you do, there are some demons around you that would really gives you HELL!&lt;br /&gt;
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Some countries happens to have a ritual suicide. Take Japan as an example, where is it called Seppuku. This was done by the&amp;nbsp;Samurai's instead of being killed or captured by the enemy, they slit there stomach. Samurai's also do this once they have brought shame, or done an offense that brought shame to them. This serves as a capital punishment for them.&lt;br /&gt;
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And there are many more factors for people to commit/attempt suicide.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do they do it???&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, there are many ways of doing it. But let us show the most commonly done ways for ending your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TOHPEbhz_nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmHIcZhFnCE/s1600/DSC08244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TOHPEbhz_nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmHIcZhFnCE/s320/DSC08244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry if I don't have a real gun.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ Guns. There are a lot of people who have used guns for suicide. But since you need some license and stuff to have a gun, perhaps, not so many people use them quite often, unless you have a dad, husband, brother, wife, sister, mother or grandparents who has been or is a police or soldier, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TOHS1NjkZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0Fzx793xCbs/s1600/DSC08245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TOHS1NjkZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0Fzx793xCbs/s320/DSC08245.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I used something really deadly&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ Knives, absolutely common. Perhaps, any part of your body can be stabbed by a knife, but you have to know the real vital parts that would cause one's death. (Note: I am not encouraging or giving any ideas on how to kill yourself. My main purpose is to stop death to everyone who needs help.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TOHhbBeVDZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mV6lHd6tMjU/s1600/DSC08249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TOHhbBeVDZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mV6lHd6tMjU/s320/DSC08249.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, another deadly material I used&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hanging. I haven't heard any news about that one quite often, but as far as I know, it's done for sometime. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TOHh0LJxbnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_3kbffHulps/s1600/DSC08251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TOHh0LJxbnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_3kbffHulps/s320/DSC08251.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I did last year.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿Jumping off buildings. I think that this is the most painful death you can ever run into. Just saying though.&lt;br /&gt;
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Death should not be done by any person, as I see. But instead, it should come naturally, as it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Problems are just normal. When they come, they also go. As they say, in a dark cloud, there is a silver lining beneath it. Or something like that. You should still live your life as it is &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TOHiKNYIE0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Npu1L5QF8qQ/s1600/DSC08254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TOHiKNYIE0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Npu1L5QF8qQ/s400/DSC08254.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spead love, not hate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ The greatest remedy for depression, stress, etc., is a hug and love for everyone who wants, and need it. So, I leave you a hug and love for you all.&lt;br /&gt;
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I LOVE YOU ALL!! &amp;gt;:d&amp;lt; ( It's a hug by the way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-4730812008226737246?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4730812008226737246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/10/knives-hang-ropes-guns-and-tall.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/4730812008226737246?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/4730812008226737246?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/10/knives-hang-ropes-guns-and-tall.html' title='Knives, Hang ropes, Guns, and Tall Buildings'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TMYHnRIwYuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LBauCnwuQG4/s72-c/DSC08259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MGQ3g8cCp7ImA9Wx5UGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-1266425144343511249</id><published>2010-10-13T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:50:22.678+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-25T14:50:22.678+08:00</app:edited><title>The Combo!</title><content type='html'>I Hate Being Sick! To be honest, just thinking the idea of getting sick creeps me out! And another thing. I hate hospitals, even though I have been there for so many times for so many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;
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Due to the weather changing, I see many people getting cold, cough and sore throat.Well, that one includes me being sick. And that sickness might hold me back on attending the Multi-Ward Activity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I have some ways to clear your throat, nose and lungs.&lt;br /&gt;
Here is some of my ideas on clearing them:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. If you have a nebulizer (pressurized inhaler), but you ran out of any asthmatic or any lung-clearing medicine, you can use a solution of water and salt. Trust me it works really good. I did that when I lost my inhaler.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. If you already have the combo's, try drinking lemons with just warm water, perhaps a boiled water that has cooled a little bit cooled, but not too cooled. Otherwise, you won't feel the effect of the lemons.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Try taking Vitamin C. You know that cold and cough is the cause of Vitamin C deficiency. So I guess patching those lost Vitamins won't kill someone, I guess. (:D)&lt;br /&gt;
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4. For the throat, perhaps making a ginger tea would be a great idea. All you need is ginger (DUH!), water, and if you want something sweet, honey would be great. First off, peel the ginger's skin. The best way to peel it is to use a spoon. Yes, a spoon. Because the skin of a ginger is so easy to remove, so the use of peeler may be a disappointment with the ginger's flesh included on the skin. Next, chop them. Or if you want, you can grate them. But I prefer chopping them. Then, put them in a pot with water. The water must be either enough for you or enough for anyone who is also drinking the tea. Wait for it to boil, then when it turns pale yellow, then turn the heat off, and then put the brew into a mug, or a cup, or something that would hold the brew. And then the sweet part comes. If you are a sweet tooth or you just don't want the taste of the ginger, you can put sugar, honey, or anything sweet, like the artificial sweetener. Enjoy the ginger tea, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Gargling a luke warm water with salt is a good way to remove all those phlems hanging in your throat.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. If all else fails, perhaps ending your life would be a great idea! KIDDING!!!!! Going to a doctor is the best way to end your agony.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope that helps you, or at least lessen your nosy burden.&lt;br /&gt;
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ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-1266425144343511249?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1266425144343511249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/10/combo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/1266425144343511249?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/1266425144343511249?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/10/combo.html' title='The Combo!'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkMFSHkzeCp7ImA9Wx5WGEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-2561732221793270972</id><published>2010-10-01T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:13:39.780+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-01T07:13:39.780+08:00</app:edited><title>The PLAN! (DAN DAN DAN!)</title><content type='html'>Sounds diabolical? Yeah, I've thought of that too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, just in case you are my friend on Facebook, or at least see my previous statuses, you will notice that I have been doing a countdown. And I have been planning some things that I want to do when we get to Bahrain on&amp;nbsp; October 7. And since all Saudi wards will be staying overnight, I have planned some activities that is totally out of the schedule (gone rebellious, eh?). But I think it's kinda off or something, but what the hey, there is nothing wrong of trying, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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So, one of the things I want to do is to play chubby bunny. I know the game may go all drooly and messy with all the marshmallow goo's that may spill off, but I hope that it would be fun. Well, as far as I want to reveal all the things I want to happen, I guess one is enough&amp;nbsp; for me not to be discovered and be squealed to the leaders, and ban me! (I don't think so!)&lt;br /&gt;
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But anyways, I will make this multi-ward activity so memorable, they won't forget it for the rest of our lives. No, seriously, I will do that. But I won't do any shenanigans that would surely make them remember the activity because I ruined it, NO! I won't let that happen, EVER!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, back to reality. And when I mean reality, I mean the DREAM LAND! Just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;
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SO, everything in the check list is OK except for the visas. That is the one that we have to wait for, but it would only take like few hours or a day to finish those Bahrain visas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything is K , OK! &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, BACK TO DROOLOTOPIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-2561732221793270972?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2561732221793270972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/09/plan-dan-dan-dan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/2561732221793270972?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/2561732221793270972?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/09/plan-dan-dan-dan.html' title='The PLAN! (DAN DAN DAN!)'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YNSXg-fyp7ImA9Wx5WEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-5355196596787044390</id><published>2010-09-21T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:13:18.657+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-21T10:13:18.657+08:00</app:edited><title>The Clock is Ticking</title><content type='html'>Decisions, decisions, decisions. I guess that is life. You just have to decide things for some reasons I don't really know. And having a keyboard this hard even adds to the&amp;nbsp;cursedness&amp;nbsp;of my stinking life!&lt;br /&gt;
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My sister gave me an option if I want to go study in Cebu. The thing is, I don't know anyone there, or at least know the place thoroughly. She said that if I study there, not only that it is an awfully fresh new start, but also, I can earn so much money for my mission. At least that is the case there.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other hand, I don't know any school there, AT ALL! And it is going to be my first time to go to such place where I've never been to. Yeah, it is a new experience for me, but how can I be sure of what can happen to me or at least, what are the outcomes of this in terms of my studies and social life? Doesn't make any sense, does it?&lt;br /&gt;
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If I will stay in Manila, I don't think there are any differences at all. No. 1: Housing. I would pretty much prefer living with my aunt rather than being all by myself in Cebu. Because it's just the same. My aunt has several houses that I can go and stay. Which means that I am most likely to be alone. No.2 : Social Life. Through-out my school life, I was always alone, or with geeks and nerds that are social outcasts, by which also makes me an outcast. No. 3 : Way of Living. I am guessing that this has nothing to do with my decisions. But since I already included that crap right here, I think I just have to write something about it. The way I live in Saudi is really different from the Philippines. A lot of adjustments are to be done when I am going back home. Unlike here, there are some things that are just not easy to leave. And I think you know what I mean. I guess that is just it.&lt;br /&gt;
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OK, Main point, I all I want to point out here is not about independence or fresh starts or even earning something. It's not that I don't like those options or something, it's just hard for me this time to decide on which is which I have to choose. You know my brain, it can't handle this much choices than ever, but I have to do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, it's now time to make my decisions this early morning since there is no one to bug me.&lt;br /&gt;
(Don't Disturb! Someone is Thinking!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-5355196596787044390?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5355196596787044390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/09/clock-is-ticking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/5355196596787044390?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/5355196596787044390?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/09/clock-is-ticking.html' title='The Clock is Ticking'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AAR3g5fCp7ImA9Wx5UGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-7998002902001819916</id><published>2010-08-22T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:55:46.624+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-25T14:55:46.624+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity criticism'/><title>I Hate Justin Bieber!</title><content type='html'>(Warning: If you are a Justin Bieber Fan, by any circumstances, NEVER, NO EVER, try to read this. I don't want to see any hate mails on any of my inboxes. If this is the first time you see the title and you are a fan, first thing you do is make a blog, then spread it all over the world, then go have a blog war with me. Then we can make a debate blog that shows how much you are totally obsessed with Justin Bieber.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TGuUcTSr5fI/AAAAAAAAADo/LaGfOfuM2kE/s1600/hate+justin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TGuUcTSr5fI/AAAAAAAAADo/LaGfOfuM2kE/s320/hate+justin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes. You saw the title right. I hate Justin Bieber. Oh wait! Let me paraphrase that. WE HATE JUSTIN BIEBER!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes. We! We, including my sister, brother, me, and my youngest brother, Jaztine. He hates him so much, just showing him a picture would make him REALLY mad! My oldest brother, by just saying Canada to him, he automatically says that HE HATES JUSTIN BIEBER. SO MUCH he would kill me instead.&lt;br /&gt;
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Justin Bieber. A Canadian boy who became popular by just singing on his videos posted on YouTube. Then discovered by some guy who owns some record label that made him FREAKING famous that put him to the Poop Chart wee bit higher than anyone can ever think of. Enough of his awfully microscopic bios. Now it's my turn to criticize (insult to be exact!) him. Bwuahahahahahhahahah!&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh such voice he has. With such voice, I FEEL THE URGE TO STRANGLE HIS NECK SO IT WILL TURN DEEP! You know what I am talking about. Oh yeah. Let us not forget the people that I asked if they like Justin Bieber or not. Majority of the people that I asked said that they HATE him so much they want to kill him. What is up with his voice?! So girly and and squeaky! And majority of the people I asked said that he is so GAY! And as rumors roam the social sites, there are some Anti-Justin Bieber movements. And I asked someone recently if they are a fan, most of them said that they would rather DIE than listen to his song or take a look at him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let us make this insults into an equation, OK?&lt;br /&gt;
Squeaky voice + Gay^2+The gay&amp;nbsp;swooped hair+ Stupid Tattoo+ Irritating songs = Justin Bieber&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/THDWnHy_DvI/AAAAAAAAADs/lfa_RpYGS8g/s1600/Justin+Bieber+MS.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/THDWnHy_DvI/AAAAAAAAADs/lfa_RpYGS8g/s320/Justin+Bieber+MS.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the last words I would like to say to him: CUT YOUR HAIR! YOU LOOK LIKE A !@##!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And a last statement from my youngest brother: Justin Bieber PANGET! (it means ugly in Filipino)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-7998002902001819916?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7998002902001819916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-justin-bieber.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/7998002902001819916?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/7998002902001819916?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-justin-bieber.html' title='I Hate Justin Bieber!'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TGuUcTSr5fI/AAAAAAAAADo/LaGfOfuM2kE/s72-c/hate+justin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4GQng5eyp7ImA9Wx5WEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-4455720981339125976</id><published>2010-08-21T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T09:52:03.623+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-21T09:52:03.623+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title>Reminiscing My Last Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ramadan, my favorite time of the year. When I was still going to school, I remember how we, our whole classroom, wished that it's already Ramadan. And also at home, my sister always blabber that she wished its already Ramadan. &amp;nbsp;And there is one thing that we are certain after Ramadan, many people tend to be so generous and stuffs. And I remember my very first Ramadan, and it was our very first arrival here in Saudi Arabia. And it's been few days since we arrived, I have no idea on where we are and what are we doing in this country! But anyways, daytime, Ramadan period, no eating or drinking or smoking outside, and I was young and stupid back then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And since this is my last few months here in the Kingdom, there are somethings that are only done or can only be done in Ramadan. Why don't I make a list of it? Then, maybe not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;When I leave, I have to admit, I will cry, call me gay or&amp;nbsp;mushy&amp;nbsp;or something sissy, but I don't care. Even though I am not an Arab, I learned to love this country despite some restrictions that really push my buttons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Well, I guess this is my last Ramadan, so I am greeting you all a "Ramadan Mubarak!" or "Ramadan Kareem!" , whatever works for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-4455720981339125976?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4455720981339125976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/09/reminiscing-my-last-ramadan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/4455720981339125976?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/4455720981339125976?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/09/reminiscing-my-last-ramadan.html' title='Reminiscing My Last Ramadan'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU8NR3k6fCp7ImA9Wx5WEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-998897703040957430</id><published>2010-08-19T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T09:51:36.714+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-21T09:51:36.714+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><title>Gone Sacrilegious, Eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Have you been watching the TV lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Well, I do. Have you watched some music videos of some famous artists of today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And I think, many of those music videos has gone a bit far. Or shall we say, they are showing who they really ARE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Being sacrilegious, I don't know if that is the fad of today, the directors want to make them like morons that do crazy stuffs like putting symbols ans such on the videos, or they are plainly stupid not to know what they are doing, OR they are really that type of person who worships the you-know-who! OH MY GOSH! CREEPY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't know if it's true, but there are some internet rumors said that there are some celebrities as they say, that are devil&amp;nbsp;worshipers. I don't even want to know it in the first place, because every time I see those type of&amp;nbsp;thingamajigs, I tend to have a nightmare.And when I have nightmares, it takes some time for me to wake up, or worst, NEVER WAKING UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Anyways, my point here is has nothing to do with celebrities, buying their stuffs, or watching their stuffs too, but all I want to say is, YOU ARE THE JUDGE OF YOUR OWN SOUL! Aahahahhahaha just kidding! Too creepy? Let me know. You know my email add! As far as I want to add something here on this post, I guess that would be infringing some videos that may put me into some risks that I dread to think. So, I guess, you just have to search it yourself. And word of advise, Pray ALWAYS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-998897703040957430?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/998897703040957430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/09/gone-sacrilegious-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/998897703040957430?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/998897703040957430?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/09/gone-sacrilegious-eh.html' title='Gone Sacrilegious, Eh?'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0EMSXo5eSp7ImA9Wx5XGEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4653409146466728629.post-732831677330360093</id><published>2010-08-15T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:01:28.421+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-19T10:01:28.421+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><title>Hypocrisy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TGbafZ72v9I/AAAAAAAAADY/FI-hNmu9jRE/s1600/hypocrite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TGbafZ72v9I/AAAAAAAAADY/FI-hNmu9jRE/s320/hypocrite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hypocrisy-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;\hi-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="unicode" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode'; font-size: 0.9em; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;pä-krə-sē\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;etymology: NOT NEEDED! It's too long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;a feigning to be what one is not or to believe what one does not;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;the false assumption of an appearance of virtue or religion&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="color: black; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;an act or instance of hypocrisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Just in case you are wondering why am I writing this, this is a note to all my fellow beings who were a victim of the HYPOCRISY of others around you. And this was such an IRRITATING experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', 'Times Serif', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;They are everywhere. From schools, offices, churches, and even the senate itself also has counts of hypocrites. And to be exact, we (yeah, WE! all of my family members are victims) were victimized by&amp;nbsp;conniving, gay-like, awfully arrogant GUY and so HE's family (if you have a clue who am I referring to, LUCKY YOU!). Actually, we have been victimized by them for more than a year. And the nicest thing, THEY CLAIM THEMSELVES AS TOTALLY RELIGIOUS! OH $@## YOU! (Excuse me on what is censored, that is how I really feel. I hope you understand my feelings.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever started that attitude must be dead by now! (Kidding! That is so mean of me.) But what the hey! Why not imagine him or her dead, it's feelings is what we are talking about here, right? But such thoughts are so bad, it may give you such image to other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To conclude this, there is only one thing I want to say to all hypocrites that may or might read this : STOP THAT CRAP OR YOU'RE GETTING IT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4653409146466728629-732831677330360093?l=jypsytheunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/feeds/732831677330360093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/08/hypocrisy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/732831677330360093?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4653409146466728629/posts/default/732831677330360093?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jypsytheunique.blogspot.com/2010/08/hypocrisy.html' title='Hypocrisy!'/><author><name>Jypsy Casia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114656446314163260405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kMI1zVfCQC0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WY43zN-Nj5k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPlqPXq7l-Y/TGbafZ72v9I/AAAAAAAAADY/FI-hNmu9jRE/s72-c/hypocrite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>