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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/49jfkEKZNRU3eZfGpicNTN_7SKU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/49jfkEKZNRU3eZfGpicNTN_7SKU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/49jfkEKZNRU3eZfGpicNTN_7SKU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/49jfkEKZNRU3eZfGpicNTN_7SKU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A few weeks ago, I found myself in desperate need of a part-time job. You see, my mom and I had this agreement that she would pay for my tuition while I would be the one responsible for getting myself to school (i.e. allowance). I posted this as a stat on Facebook just to release the thought to the world: Pahinging part-time job! *_* (Please give me a part time job!). In which a friend of mine &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/zgVnS3IAQjQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/02/passion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4FQnc7fSp7ImA9WhVTEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-5902655969859074703</id><published>2012-02-23T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T00:18:33.905+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-24T00:18:33.905+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fangirling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the arts" /><title>Pasinaya 2012</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/5902655969859074703?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/5902655969859074703?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/urbXH_-7Jik/pasinaya-2012.html" title="Pasinaya 2012" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--z4Tt80qQhg/T0XFr6NpPVI/AAAAAAAABAQ/LF5AB6rEabc/s72-c/tumblr_lz4ndoV7Cr1qcivhfo1_r1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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BECAUSE WE ALL NEED ART IN OUR LIVES!
This weekend's going to be a very busy one.Hogwarts Philippines Ball on Saturday, Pasinaya 2012 on Sunday.I HOPE TO SEE YOU GUYS ON SUNDAY!I'm the one in charge of spazzing over visual arts! :))*sings* It's gonna be totally awesome!


&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/urbXH_-7Jik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/02/pasinaya-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4DRXs8eCp7ImA9WhRaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-3745414718688357956</id><published>2012-02-15T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T20:06:14.570+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-16T20:06:14.570+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fangirling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="design" /><title>I am not a Harry Potter fan!</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/3745414718688357956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/3745414718688357956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/wYtd-H4GWls/i-am-not-harry-potter-fan.html" title="I am not a Harry Potter fan!" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LaeZoLWLE2c/TzvHA82J4VI/AAAAAAAAA_8/rha2HMgB2Gw/s72-c/l_9_9e731f2e0aa6456becdd1ab0d5a18f67.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Foz8e5l07erOkl4XneFew4HEWzA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Foz8e5l07erOkl4XneFew4HEWzA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'M NOT, OKAY? I'M NOT!

In other news, my story made it to Potter Gives Me Hope. :D



True story :)
Also, since I finished early in class this afternoon, I made this:


Which led my classmate to say: Di ka masyadong fan ng Harry Potter 'no? (You're not much of a Harry Potter fan, are you?) To which my prof (who also happens to be a Faculty Member at Hogwarts Philippines) interjects: Hindiiiii. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/wYtd-H4GWls" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am-not-harry-potter-fan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIAQ3Y7eip7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-8466813093808310353</id><published>2012-02-14T00:00:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:45:42.802+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-15T21:45:42.802+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>The only constant thing in this world...</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8466813093808310353?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8466813093808310353?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/HOqZEe374XY/only-constant-thing-in-this-world.html" title="The only constant thing in this world..." /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1esPQu39BA/Tzj7yMdBG1I/AAAAAAAAA_k/8Uq2ZPqL9t8/s72-c/IMG_0218.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YNsNPfCc8sKGuMs0dAVVx8-dn9Y/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YNsNPfCc8sKGuMs0dAVVx8-dn9Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YNsNPfCc8sKGuMs0dAVVx8-dn9Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YNsNPfCc8sKGuMs0dAVVx8-dn9Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... is my being single. Yes, indeed. Hee. And okay, maybe change as well.
This time last year, I was in an office, wearing blue to represent my being single and bitter over love (according to our company's Employee Engagement Team, haha). I can also be seen acting all bitter towards lovey-dovey applicants who say they couldn't come on this day 'cause they had dates. Pfffssshhh!


My then &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/HOqZEe374XY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/02/only-constant-thing-in-this-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUNRXczeyp7ImA9WhRaE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-8880101850029152726</id><published>2012-02-13T19:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T23:38:14.983+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-15T23:38:14.983+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday randomness" /><title>A Week of Firsts &amp; Nths</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8880101850029152726?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8880101850029152726?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/R5XMbnc_FFM/week-of-firsts-nths.html" title="A Week of Firsts &amp; Nths" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KmddLBs7qs/TzjtvA392pI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-Meqq_2iEZY/s72-c/tumblr_lz4ndoV7Cr1qcivhfo1_1280.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CUuCusk68BzNvmaz6Q4SrOt713U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CUuCusk68BzNvmaz6Q4SrOt713U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;FIRSTS:Applying as a volunteer for Pasinaya, an event that will take place on the 26th at the Cultural Center of the Philippines.


(A first after 10 years) Watching a horror movie. Specifically, Dan's first post-Potter movie, The Woman In Black. Read about my experience over here.


Me after the movie. Not really clear but I'm close to tears here. LOL.


Rona and Trish's post-movie reaction. XD
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DkitejaivjnGtgwVpSySIz6ntik/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DkitejaivjnGtgwVpSySIz6ntik/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DkitejaivjnGtgwVpSySIz6ntik/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DkitejaivjnGtgwVpSySIz6ntik/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... was the name of the group I headed at our outreach in Marillac Hills yesterday. I'm not sure if it was God's way of telling me (through Ate Andrei) to stop being so selfish but at the end of the day, I sure felt like that had to be my next goal.

Early into the week, Ate Andrei, my friend from Pops, texted me asking if I wanted to join their outreach at Marillac. She had already invited me &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/tbi3RUag4bM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/02/selfless.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAMQX48cCp7ImA9WhRbF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-2357194043341664450</id><published>2012-02-07T15:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T12:46:20.078+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T12:46:20.078+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday randomness" /><title>Stressed is desserts spelled backwards!</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/2357194043341664450?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/2357194043341664450?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/LtFVxsFRF18/stressed-is-desserts-spelled-backwards.html" title="Stressed is desserts spelled backwards!" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4gy0xtDySo/TzDUBMsaw3I/AAAAAAAAA98/mMDtERcsn2c/s72-c/tumblr_lyphhqILSL1qa8mq1o1_250.gif" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Nns9kpZyV_91tcnDjLl1E73LDw8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Nns9kpZyV_91tcnDjLl1E73LDw8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Nns9kpZyV_91tcnDjLl1E73LDw8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Nns9kpZyV_91tcnDjLl1E73LDw8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Currently munching on hazelnut spread on whole wheat bread (uyy, kunwari healthy). Hee. Incidentally, I'm also reading this article on Thought Catalog entitled Just Eat The Damn Donut, Ladies. I found this so funny:
There are even those that go so far as to deliver the exact same speech about how they are “not a dessert person” every single time they take a bite of a cookie. Who are they &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/LtFVxsFRF18" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/02/stressed-is-desserts-spelled-backwards.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YARXYyeip7ImA9WhRbFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-8996085176951430592</id><published>2012-02-07T12:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:05:44.892+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-07T13:05:44.892+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>Gratitude</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8996085176951430592?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8996085176951430592?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/jgp8X5JJINk/gratitude.html" title="Gratitude" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1k4lI_l3co/TzCr2W1yZ3I/AAAAAAAAA9s/OTLomjuaoTU/s72-c/IMG_2451.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KXz8x1r_2-HscDv6QZIwAfxRIPQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KXz8x1r_2-HscDv6QZIwAfxRIPQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KXz8x1r_2-HscDv6QZIwAfxRIPQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KXz8x1r_2-HscDv6QZIwAfxRIPQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One habit I’ve been trying to develop the past few weeks is to say THANK YOU. Not that I don’t say it enough, because I do (probably even more than the average person does). It’s one of those things my mom has long instilled in us (and is apparently her #1 trait when I made her take this psychological test back when I was still in college). The habit I’m trying to develop, though, is saying THANK&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/jgp8X5JJINk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/02/gratitude.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4AQX0yeSp7ImA9WhRbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-2872571837890779918</id><published>2012-02-03T00:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T15:09:00.391+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T15:09:00.391+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="design" /><title>Cray cray Abby is at it again!</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/2872571837890779918?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/2872571837890779918?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/AeLISXIe164/cray-cray-abby-is-at-it-again.html" title="Cray cray Abby is at it again!" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-up2RH86a820/Tyq3GPoxUDI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Y2L3w9yU_18/s72-c/beinlovelocksleyabbysanchez.png" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3FGoNeCaZzRvWnKw3oU4kfhM8W0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3FGoNeCaZzRvWnKw3oU4kfhM8W0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm pretty pumped right now! I just finished reorganizing my labels so I could make the new navigation bar work (check it out on the left side)! The default Labels widget honestly annoyed me. The spacing and alignment were just so off! So yay for the new navi bar!
It actually took me a while to tinker with this one. I did the whole navigation in Photoshop and just as I was getting ready to map it&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/AeLISXIe164" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/02/cray-cray-abby-is-at-it-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGQ3k5eyp7ImA9WhRbEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-4919940637598368923</id><published>2012-02-02T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:55:22.723+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T14:55:22.723+08:00</app:edited><title>1M for 1M</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/4919940637598368923?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/4919940637598368923?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/6U6qjJ0uGmo/1m-for-1m.html" title="1M for 1M" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J8BPGuH8gtbWNN-KwEQknfsmkC8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J8BPGuH8gtbWNN-KwEQknfsmkC8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bench is giving away 1 million pesos to one charitable institution once they reach 1 million followers on Twitter. Although it's quite the marketing ploy, giving away a million bucks for a good cause, in exchange for following them for free doesn't seem like asking for much so what the hey!
I actually got this information from one of my friends when he retweeted Karylle's post about it and I'm &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/6U6qjJ0uGmo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/02/1m-for-1m.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGQnc8fyp7ImA9WhRbEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-2439099166026727808</id><published>2012-01-30T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T08:53:43.977+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T08:53:43.977+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="design" /><title>5 days to go!</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/2439099166026727808?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/2439099166026727808?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/bSKnrMkQsFc/5-days-to-go.html" title="5 days to go!" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwIi4TqLOZg/TyZ2_mdSYWI/AAAAAAAAA9U/_87lDI0nKHU/s72-c/harrychoteaser.png" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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Another poster I created for Hogwarts Philippines (na medyo pilit pero kailangan eh!) XD

COME CELEBRATE WITH US!REGISTER HEREREAD FAQs&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/bSKnrMkQsFc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-days-to-go.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQBR34ycCp7ImA9WhRbFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-152457469325236196</id><published>2012-01-30T17:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:52:36.098+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-07T12:52:36.098+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday randomness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the arts" /><title>#ManilaDreams</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/152457469325236196?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/152457469325236196?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/FKfMtG0ffPs/maniladreams.html" title="#ManilaDreams" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3SDaepTBqdc/TyY-R_R3r3I/AAAAAAAAA8c/xgdcgik4te8/s72-c/IMG_2292.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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Katy Perry came to Manila last week for the final leg of her California Dreams Tour and thanks to Philippine Airlines, I got to watch her perform live (although definitely not up-close, lol).
I woke up that morning all lazy and meh, I really don't want to go anymore. I wasn't really a big fan of Katy; I didn't think her voice was that good, plus the ticket I won was for a spot that was too far. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/FKfMtG0ffPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/01/maniladreams.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIDRH06cSp7ImA9WhRbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-2262885620820278730</id><published>2012-01-26T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:56:15.319+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T22:56:15.319+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual" /><title>Day 12: My Savior, My Friend</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/2262885620820278730?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/2262885620820278730?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/mRXorz0Y3Ao/day-12-my-savior-my-friend.html" title="Day 12: My Savior, My Friend" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><content type="html">
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This post is going to be a bit TMITYFSKTB (Too Much Information, Thank You For Sharing, KThanksBye!). You've been warned.
It's been three months since my last period. (No, people, I'm not pregnant.) Something went wrong while I was undergoing treatment for my lymphoma; I think I moved one of my buttcheeks when I decided to breathe while I was being radiated on the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/mRXorz0Y3Ao" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-12-my-savior-my-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGQnc8fyp7ImA9WhRbEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-4551126400346355753</id><published>2012-01-21T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T08:53:43.977+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T08:53:43.977+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday randomness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foodtripping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="design" /><title>2012 Mantra: Keep adventuring and stay not a grown-up!</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/4551126400346355753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/4551126400346355753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/3sltfZqoRmQ/2012-mantra-keep-adventuring-and-stay.html" title="2012 Mantra: Keep adventuring and stay not a grown-up!" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tB8yQla2okU/TxphyXZHDaI/AAAAAAAAA7s/j_5r2cL85lY/s72-c/tumblr_lxhjkb9PcF1qae4jdo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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Credit: mamaumbridge.  I found this on Tumblr a few days ago. Totez think it's my new mantra.

The past week has been crazy (fun) -- full of meet-ups with friends, designing, and food. Yes, designing. And yes, food!
[I know I should really learn to compartmentalize my blog entries 'cause I end up dumping a week's worth of stories in one post... but do humor me one last time by reading on? LOL.]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/3sltfZqoRmQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-mantra-keep-adventuring-and-stay.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNRnk_fip7ImA9WhRbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-7727989781124077790</id><published>2012-01-10T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:36:37.746+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T22:36:37.746+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday randomness" /><title>New Year's Eve &amp; Beyond</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/7727989781124077790?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/7727989781124077790?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/rsCNafxkPJw/new-years-eve-beyond.html" title="New Year's Eve &amp; Beyond" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p73_VNkHF8M/TwvyPByxQeI/AAAAAAAAA5g/08EdeOnr2T4/s72-c/IMG_2254.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LC7XVtOWpVc3PIoS3iu6YFL5pws/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LC7XVtOWpVc3PIoS3iu6YFL5pws/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LC7XVtOWpVc3PIoS3iu6YFL5pws/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LC7XVtOWpVc3PIoS3iu6YFL5pws/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;First post for 2012! Finally! Woohootzwoot! Took me a while 'cause I honestly didn't have the inspiration to start. Yeah. But anyway, a lot of things have gone down since my last post. The first one would have to be, well, a few hours after my last entry -- New Year's Eve!


We usually spend New Year's Eve at home, since we don't really like going out and being exposed to all the firework smoke. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/rsCNafxkPJw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve-beyond.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkABQ3c6eCp7ImA9WhRbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-8095342233999454615</id><published>2011-12-31T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:59:12.910+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T22:59:12.910+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fangirling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travels" /><title>The Usual Year-End Post</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8095342233999454615?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8095342233999454615?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/4QOiT-PUf6A/usual-year-end-post.html" title="The Usual Year-End Post" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAxg6RuwPnc/Tv7NzeeyR-I/AAAAAAAAA3I/LjYgSo9H9wE/s72-c/potter-experience-imgfave.gif" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nIz4cjQsL2gB6LwG84Xem4-CFMc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nIz4cjQsL2gB6LwG84Xem4-CFMc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nIz4cjQsL2gB6LwG84Xem4-CFMc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nIz4cjQsL2gB6LwG84Xem4-CFMc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So how exactly would you describe your 2011?



Credit: Tumblr

For me, I guess I'd have to agree with what all the Harry Potter actors have said (especially "glue", LOL whut [I'm sorry I can't pick just one]). After an extremely dreadful (yet still positively insightful) 2010, I couldn't have asked for a better year to regain my strength and pick up from where I left off.
Below are the top 5 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/4QOiT-PUf6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2011/12/usual-year-end-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMRHY-eyp7ImA9WhRbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-1712082017653684234</id><published>2011-12-28T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:08:05.853+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T23:08:05.853+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday randomness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travels" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the arts" /><title>I'm alive, alert, awake, enthusiastic!</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/1712082017653684234?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/1712082017653684234?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/HqbNoRyJbUY/im-alive-alert-awake-enthusiastic.html" title="I'm alive, alert, awake, enthusiastic!" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3RSA70txSU/TvqFOsUZ49I/AAAAAAAAAxA/mRYy7pUFq1M/s72-c/DSCN0303.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l6FrbqxLUYh2m6qvTUWQP9iJLaE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l6FrbqxLUYh2m6qvTUWQP9iJLaE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l6FrbqxLUYh2m6qvTUWQP9iJLaE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l6FrbqxLUYh2m6qvTUWQP9iJLaE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hi! I'm just posting to tell you that I'm still alive. I know I haven't posted anything substantial since my last (emo) post and for that, I apologize. It's just that I've been busy going on different adventures this whole month. (Chos!) 

I can now tell when I'm busy. Aside from my room looking like a complete pigsty...


I also CAN'T BACKLOG ON TUMBLR ANYMORE OMG WHY. LOL. But anyway, here's a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/HqbNoRyJbUY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-alive-alert-awake-enthusiastic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcNRXc4fyp7ImA9WhRQFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-7174034801997211619</id><published>2011-12-09T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:08:14.937+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-09T16:08:14.937+08:00</app:edited><title>Dear Santa</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/7174034801997211619?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/7174034801997211619?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/Dwmtcyl5IRo/dear-santa.html" title="Dear Santa" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JFQj_43kls/TuG0LpBr8VI/AAAAAAAAAvk/lnNMNPi4slE/s72-c/388355_10150408168519868_56218359867_8465563_208672836_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K6KqCkR1AGsGbEoZLfe-UbGgkn0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K6KqCkR1AGsGbEoZLfe-UbGgkn0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K6KqCkR1AGsGbEoZLfe-UbGgkn0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K6KqCkR1AGsGbEoZLfe-UbGgkn0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Aside from the wishes mentioned in the song above, I would also like to ask for the following things:

Filed 2012 Planner. I think it's the perfect one for me!

Harry Potter Page To Screen. They only sell it for $68 at National Bookstore!

One Day in the Life of Daniel Radcliffe. Please. He makes me happy.

Stability shoes. Because my feet tend to hurt easily and my brother told me I had the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/Dwmtcyl5IRo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-santa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAGQn8_eyp7ImA9WhRbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-7923678593357821945</id><published>2011-11-28T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:58:43.143+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T22:58:43.143+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>I'm Stuck</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/7923678593357821945?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/7923678593357821945?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/msRpHFJjFo0/im-stuck.html" title="I'm Stuck" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsHbjfQuDVY/TtMcrgbQvvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/atAOusnzBOk/s72-c/DSCN0963-Edit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y5azS6FtbFRbaG7zJqOSuKKlDqs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y5azS6FtbFRbaG7zJqOSuKKlDqs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y5azS6FtbFRbaG7zJqOSuKKlDqs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y5azS6FtbFRbaG7zJqOSuKKlDqs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Or at least I feel like I am.

It's been two months since I quit my corporate job and a month since that great New York adventure. Right now, I'm having fun bumming around and having control over my time but I can't deny the fact that my funds are slowly depleting. Also, that I'm basing my future decisions on whether or not I land the job I've been eyeing since college.
If you've taken the time &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/msRpHFJjFo0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-stuck.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BQ3c_fSp7ImA9WhRbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-8209863234928288588</id><published>2011-11-25T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:00:52.945+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T23:00:52.945+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the arts" /><title>Memories, Anxieties, and whatnot...</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8209863234928288588?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8209863234928288588?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/miySNh7O_Ss/memories-anxieties-and-whatnot.html" title="Memories, Anxieties, and whatnot..." /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0UOnV7ZBJg/Ts81RFIjJWI/AAAAAAAAAu8/MSWilSB0MVI/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Mh4TNFusMe7mmQ671gqul0GrEZc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Mh4TNFusMe7mmQ671gqul0GrEZc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Mh4TNFusMe7mmQ671gqul0GrEZc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Mh4TNFusMe7mmQ671gqul0GrEZc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's NAMCYA (National Music Competition for Young Artists) week in our country. The opening ceremony was held, if I'm not mistaken, last Tuesday. I was supposed to watch the Strings and Choir competition yesterday with Trish but didn't get to due to finance (ehem, starving "artist" here, lol) and schedule conflicts. Sad, though, 'cause that would have been a treat. Last time I watched NAMCYA was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/miySNh7O_Ss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2011/11/memories-anxieties-and-whatnot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QDSXoycCp7ImA9WhRbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-8167135532177197865</id><published>2011-11-21T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:09:38.498+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T23:09:38.498+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the arts" /><title>Live It Up!</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8167135532177197865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8167135532177197865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/7XpDwK_JSgQ/live-it-up.html" title="Live It Up!" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftdAnwg-G_Y/TsooEUvCRlI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UnXYiy28F9s/s72-c/332207_10150412816351670_547266669_8729434_639266814_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f_wrDzkLVCrY2yS0JDlx870uFKc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f_wrDzkLVCrY2yS0JDlx870uFKc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... in more ways than one. :)
Last Friday, I went to my Alma Mater to do two things related to art -- one of them was to watch "the biggest party concert of the century" a.k.a. De La Salle Innersoul's Live It Up.


Photo credit: Ken Koo

What else can I say apart from it was great?! Okay, well, maybe a few more things. ;)
The first that I noticed was that the setup was spectacular! They extended &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/7XpDwK_JSgQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2011/11/live-it-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MGQn84eip7ImA9WhRbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-8883733811192966286</id><published>2011-11-15T18:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:10:23.132+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T23:10:23.132+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday randomness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the arts" /><title>"Created to be great, you were made for something more."</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8883733811192966286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/8883733811192966286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/At_LaJzMqwQ/created-to-be-great-you-were-made-for.html" title="&quot;Created to be great, you were made for something more.&quot;" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eslZ3kzwnI8/TsIq8OXUoMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/2hh1hMT0dW4/s72-c/DSCN0044.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hK9x2XysQYOKs68GA1kOwh7FflQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hK9x2XysQYOKs68GA1kOwh7FflQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hK9x2XysQYOKs68GA1kOwh7FflQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hK9x2XysQYOKs68GA1kOwh7FflQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Music Month is officially a go!
Last Sunday, I had the wonderful opportunity of watching a private gig of Julianne's at LoudBox Studios in Makati.

When I got to the venue, I suddenly switched to Lost Little Girl mode -- that was my first time to be in that sort of setup (i.e. small and intimate). I also didn't know anyone so it was pretty fortunate that when I decided to go in, it was Julianne &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/At_LaJzMqwQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2011/11/created-to-be-great-you-were-made-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cESXs_fip7ImA9WhRbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-3442504212656980616</id><published>2011-11-12T17:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:03:28.546+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T23:03:28.546+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday randomness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fangirling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the arts" /><title>11.11.11</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/3442504212656980616?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/3442504212656980616?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/Oh8QYht19FQ/111111.html" title="11.11.11" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riRw5ivXZwQ/Tr4paTZ-YgI/AAAAAAAAAnw/2Dqx8_ei1gA/s72-c/IMG_1908.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F1l936TIOUbGp-A8apmTHEP-iyQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F1l936TIOUbGp-A8apmTHEP-iyQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F1l936TIOUbGp-A8apmTHEP-iyQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F1l936TIOUbGp-A8apmTHEP-iyQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I had a pretty good hipster-proclaimed Wish Day yesterday. XD

In the morning, while waiting for my number to be called at the Philhealth office, I went across the street (to the mall) to get my pre-ordered copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. I got this poster along with it, which contains tiny pictures of Harry Potter fans all over the Philippines (or at least of ones who &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/Oh8QYht19FQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGQnc8cCp7ImA9WhRbEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-5812412437369937019</id><published>2011-11-08T21:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T08:53:43.978+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T08:53:43.978+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday randomness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foodtripping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="design" /><title>Moods &amp; Inspirations</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/5812412437369937019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/5812412437369937019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/14HJEfb3POA/moods-inspirations.html" title="Moods &amp; Inspirations" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PIYxhsN9Hz0/Trkj8ghC8KI/AAAAAAAAAls/hU53cB3BfXI/s72-c/IMG_1883.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IW712fOvbpumF3KbyFPQLdZ9-oA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IW712fOvbpumF3KbyFPQLdZ9-oA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IW712fOvbpumF3KbyFPQLdZ9-oA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IW712fOvbpumF3KbyFPQLdZ9-oA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's been quite a productive two days.


Ze pool @ ze Rockwell Club

Yesterday, I went with my family to Rockwell to celebrate my (cousin) Ate Jingjing's birthday. I've been staving off family gatherings while I was still working so this would have to be the first time I got to attend again. T'was fun! I played Uno with the kids; I lost, partly because I forgot how to play so I was probably &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/14HJEfb3POA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2011/11/moods-inspirations.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMNQ3c_fSp7ImA9WhRbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473703598341504397.post-2308363805453502348</id><published>2011-11-05T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:54:52.945+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T22:54:52.945+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday randomness" /><title>November Rain</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/2308363805453502348?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473703598341504397/posts/default/2308363805453502348?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~3/ms6yAj8APdc/november-rain.html" title="November Rain" /><author><name>ABBY ABBY FO FABBY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898147715317420539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8YDgawJhho/TsN8s8wuEbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YM_-m8FOsho/s220/IMG_1463th.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdHFFyyMWk8/TrT7SDwzl7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/kfnJRPAfYJY/s72-c/IMG_1853.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j360rU_-MJoi32Gmt1D_wS369xE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j360rU_-MJoi32Gmt1D_wS369xE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j360rU_-MJoi32Gmt1D_wS369xE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j360rU_-MJoi32Gmt1D_wS369xE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm not even going to be a poser and say I know that Guns N' Roses song -- because I don't. In fact, I Googled "November rain" just so I know I wasn't using a title that was a reference to something inappropriate. LOL. I'm such a dork.
Anyway, it's November and it's currently raining outside and I'm here to talk about what I've been doing the past few days and what I think November should be like&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/eaBsJ/~4/ms6yAj8APdc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lunchboxescapades.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-rain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

