<?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/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:02:08.557+08:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='lti 2009'/><category term='thesis'/><category term='shoot'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='books'/><category term='elections'/><category term='Lust'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='art'/><category term='ccc'/><category term='field trip'/><category term='upccc'/><category term='internship'/><category term='ANC'/><category term='how to kill a mockingbird'/><category term='to kill a mockingbird'/><category term='j109'/><category term='Carpenters'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Greetings'/><category term='acads'/><category term='fluffy'/><category term='picture'/><category term='survey'/><category term='let me not to the marriage of true minds'/><category term='planner'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='Vigan'/><category term='stan'/><category term='Banahaw'/><category term='Streetcar Named Desire'/><category term='30 Day Song Challenge'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='Elizabeth Browning'/><category term='Desire'/><category term='Katipunan'/><category term='random'/><category term='Mojacko'/><category term='2010'/><category term='music'/><category term='Dylan Thomas'/><category term='paintings'/><category term='Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night'/><category term='literature'/><category term='updccc'/><category term='buhay kalye'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='University of the Philippines'/><category term='mountains'/><category term='writing'/><category term='leadership training institute 2009'/><category term='love'/><category term='MMDA'/><title type='text'>Scratch Post</title><subtitle type='html'>-hopes, dreams, fantasies, frustrations, angst. A college girl's piece of the world wide web for posting bits and scraps of her life.

You don't have to read this.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-9021705627326474430</id><published>2011-12-28T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:20:31.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures to burn, I mean memorize</title><content type='html'>While I still &lt;strike&gt;have&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;had time to spare thanks to the holiday break, I tried a different way of memorizing. I don't know if it really worked or if it's just the lots of spare time I had to mumble the phrases over an over again. Making nerdy wallpapers was fun. 8) Here's one:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNZzpKBYOss/TvsVPEr4QLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uXNjXr1PWnE/s1600/Attorney%2527s+Oath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNZzpKBYOss/TvsVPEr4QLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uXNjXr1PWnE/s320/Attorney%2527s+Oath.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'll be able to make a lot, with the break ending in a few days. Boo-hoo. So far I only managed to read 1 case out of... lets not talk about that. I'll read all of them before classes resume. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures/wallpapers are uploaded &lt;a href="http://s964.photobucket.com/albums/ae130/mafoxci/Wallpapers%20for%20law%20students/" target="_blank"&gt;here in Photobucket&lt;/a&gt;. I'll post others as soon as I well, finish them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-9021705627326474430?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/9021705627326474430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=9021705627326474430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/9021705627326474430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/9021705627326474430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/12/pictures-to-burn-i-mean-memorize.html' title='Pictures to burn, I mean memorize'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNZzpKBYOss/TvsVPEr4QLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uXNjXr1PWnE/s72-c/Attorney%2527s+Oath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-4025736490278226052</id><published>2011-12-20T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:42:18.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ghost of netizen past</title><content type='html'>The internet is a cruel, cruel media. Unlike TV and radio where a moment on-air is just that -on-air and fleeting, a post could possibly be there forever, with the potential to be seen by people (or robots/aliens/whateverlifeformtheremaybe) eons later. It's like leaving permanent handprints/footprints/buttprints/fingerprints/whateverprints in an immensely huge canvass for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humiliating videos go viral on YouTube. Typographically erroneous and misleading tweets get re-tweeted. &lt;strike&gt;Justin Beiber trends.&lt;/strike&gt; Innocent and well-meaning posts are read and re-read until we find something in it to criticize. It's like giving your present self a bite off a golden apple or a serving of ambrosia. When you later morph into someone else as you grow older, that immortal piece of you remains existent and unaltered. It basically becomes a different person posing as you, someone you can't disown because it IS you -from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much of "past me" is in the web, I do not know. I might be all over the place, hiding along with all the other junk and past versions of other people. Least I can do is control whatever damage that past me could possibly do by deleting some of it. I mean, that's the reason why only a few posts are left now. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in tune with the idea of leaving a manipulable me -a text that can be read in whatever way the reader would want it; a text that may seem physically or theoretically unalterable as courtesy to creator but nonetheless ascribed with different, and even conflicting, meanings. What and how much of me I would want to leave, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call this the ghost of netizen past. There is a chance of it haunting the ever-changing real-world person. Nonetheless, whatever fear of such chances are overridden by the need to express and to be. So I resolve to choose which ghosts I can afford to let loose. And I leave one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; 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="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BaNFa1iS9IY/TvCrHpHgCNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ppfob2s6ZcM/s640/blogger-image--1472840532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BaNFa1iS9IY/TvCrHpHgCNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ppfob2s6ZcM/s640/blogger-image--1472840532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since there's the word "ghost," here's for an eerie Christmas!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-4025736490278226052?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4025736490278226052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=4025736490278226052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4025736490278226052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4025736490278226052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/12/ghost-of-netizen-past.html' title='The ghost of netizen past'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BaNFa1iS9IY/TvCrHpHgCNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ppfob2s6ZcM/s72-c/blogger-image--1472840532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-2221400051521701551</id><published>2011-12-19T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Christmas</title><content type='html'>Festivities in school are always &lt;3. Here's the Oblation with a happy big star.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VqpYQApFYfM/Tu9JcTm7p2I/AAAAAAAAATw/rOE85O3JVeQ/s640/blogger-image-153536723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VqpYQApFYfM/Tu9JcTm7p2I/AAAAAAAAATw/rOE85O3JVeQ/s640/blogger-image-153536723.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-2221400051521701551?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2221400051521701551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=2221400051521701551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/2221400051521701551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/2221400051521701551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/12/up-christmas.html' title='UP Christmas'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VqpYQApFYfM/Tu9JcTm7p2I/AAAAAAAAATw/rOE85O3JVeQ/s72-c/blogger-image-153536723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-5927457393991858413</id><published>2011-11-30T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings'/><title type='text'>testing, testing</title><content type='html'>I think I have to write something. Anything. I haven't done much writing in a while so now I'm on a hunt for a good app that will let me post stuff here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in this operation "stay away from PC/laptop." Surfing through a tablet or a small gadget is not much fun. See, the embedded flash applications don't work. Ergo, no Facebook games for me. I also deleted most of the games I had. Focus. Focus. Focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, now I feel like creativity's getting sucked out of me. So now I'm thinking of writing so at least I have some "creative" outlet to still let the rift side of my brain function, or so I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting from "Pen-my-blog" app just to see it it works. I hope it does! It better do. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: The official Blogger app is better and functional afterall. I edited this post because formatting was baaaad and I could post pictures. Here's the post before this update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Tg6D8wcj2GY/TtWxPT9_L9I/AAAAAAAAATU/ecdCszWBRDQ/s640/blogger-image-103011753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Tg6D8wcj2GY/TtWxPT9_L9I/AAAAAAAAATU/ecdCszWBRDQ/s640/blogger-image-103011753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kClL9e2Mt5Q/TtWxhaE_bSI/AAAAAAAAATc/En4hJlyzDqs/s640/blogger-image-1973022396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kClL9e2Mt5Q/TtWxhaE_bSI/AAAAAAAAATc/En4hJlyzDqs/s640/blogger-image-1973022396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-5927457393991858413?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5927457393991858413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=5927457393991858413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5927457393991858413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5927457393991858413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/11/testing-testing.html' title='testing, testing'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Tg6D8wcj2GY/TtWxPT9_L9I/AAAAAAAAATU/ecdCszWBRDQ/s72-c/blogger-image-103011753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-5741371037309290433</id><published>2011-06-22T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>A song you used to love but now hate: The Greatest Love of All&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to like this as a kid, but I now find this song so sad. Too sad. "I learned to depend on me... Learning to love yourself, it is the greatest love of all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IYzlVDlE72w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-5741371037309290433?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5741371037309290433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=5741371037309290433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5741371037309290433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5741371037309290433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IYzlVDlE72w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-9016265454520747709</id><published>2011-06-02T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>A song from a band you hate: Stupid Love -Salbakuta&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate is such a strong word. Let's use the word "dislike."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike them so much, I wouldn't even post a video. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-9016265454520747709?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/9016265454520747709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=9016265454520747709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/9016265454520747709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/9016265454520747709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-3626545299417256101</id><published>2011-06-02T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello UP Law!</title><content type='html'>I got my admission slip this Tuesday and boy do we have READINGS. Readings for the orientation with the dean, mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a good girl, I found a copy of the readings (including the optional ones, actually. hihi) in the library. Good start: I now know where the library is and where the reserve section is located.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was leafing through the pages of the books the librarian gave me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Librarian looked at my ID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Librarian: Is "Ferdinand" your brother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: He's my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Librarian: Ah... &lt;i&gt;Naabutan ko kasi sya&lt;/i&gt;. (I was here when he was still a student.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *smile* (inside: &lt;b&gt;Ma'am that was 30 yrs ago.&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have 160+ pages of readings plus five articles of the Philippine Constitution to read and study for next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I'm not complaining. I asked for this. I wanted this. I'm feeling gravity. *thud*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-3626545299417256101?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3626545299417256101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=3626545299417256101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3626545299417256101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3626545299417256101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-up-law.html' title='hello UP Law!'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-8486082919652389254</id><published>2011-05-31T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'> Day 9, A song that you can dance to. Jingle Bell Rock from Mean Girls&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Econ100.1 Christmas presentation for Professor Solita Monsod. We did NOT dance exactly this way, btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="328" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7Dw7GE_BYjI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-8486082919652389254?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8486082919652389254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=8486082919652389254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/8486082919652389254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/8486082919652389254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7Dw7GE_BYjI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-676431642118311699</id><published>2011-05-30T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>Day 8 A song you know all the words to: UP Naming Mahal, composed by Nicanor Abelardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of my head. haha! I had to memorize this as early as in my freshman year because of UP MCO. Oh the memories. This came in handy when I took the Cheerleading PE class since the school hymns are sung every after basketball game. Not to mention graduation where I sung this whole-heartedly (ehem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CEgFUIIOuo8" width="365"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-676431642118311699?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/676431642118311699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=676431642118311699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/676431642118311699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/676431642118311699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-10.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CEgFUIIOuo8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-6950580941019216785</id><published>2011-05-13T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>A song that reminds you of a certain event: Conway Twitty and Joni Lee - Don't Cry Joni&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cznMA0VrABQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is a very old song. I remember hearing this song on the radio on lazy afternoons when I was little. Last month my sister found this song in the Magic Sing karaoke we were using and lo, the birthday girl sung this. Hallooo my dear sister, if you happen to read this, know that well I remember you. Come home and cook pasta for me. haha&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-6950580941019216785?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6950580941019216785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=6950580941019216785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6950580941019216785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6950580941019216785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cznMA0VrABQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-6032985409677352290</id><published>2011-05-11T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>A song that reminds you of somewhere: America - You can do Magic&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y4cVSqVm468" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This old song reminds me of our room in our old house. Every morning our yaya will turn the radio on so we know it's time to wake up. This song always turns up. It's like a station ID. The radio station's name is Magic. So there.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-6032985409677352290?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6032985409677352290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=6032985409677352290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6032985409677352290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6032985409677352290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y4cVSqVm468/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-3828356422633848709</id><published>2011-05-10T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>A song that reminds you of someone: Carol Banawa - Muntik na Kitang Minahal&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_1Dcz3FL0R0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;An original music from the Filipino group The Company, Muntik na Kitang Minahal expresses regret for a love lost. In English it says "I almost loved you."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song became popular around the 90's to he early 2000's, I think. What I remember is that it was waaay back when I was little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who this song reminds me of? A good friend who sung this at videoke one night. &lt;strike&gt;Maybe this was why the Timezone crew was telling us they're closing down and we had to leave. &lt;/strike&gt; Thanks to her I couldn't help but laugh (or give a smile) when I hear this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-3828356422633848709?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3828356422633848709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=3828356422633848709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3828356422633848709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3828356422633848709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_1Dcz3FL0R0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-3201143101982587194</id><published>2011-05-09T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day 4 - A song that makes you sad: Celine Dion - I love you goodbye&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UwESpbE0KuY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just this song, but most heart-felt sad love songs make me... sad. Not that I can relate to it, but you'd have to admit it, this one for example tells a very sad story. And I'm a sucker for sad stories. Another song goes "sad movies always make me cry." I say "sad love songs often drive me to tears" or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina and Juris's versions are also good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-3201143101982587194?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3201143101982587194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=3201143101982587194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3201143101982587194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3201143101982587194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UwESpbE0KuY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-7855004635319928625</id><published>2011-05-08T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3 - A song that makes you happy: King Harvest - Dancing in the Moonlight&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hMc8naeeSS8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can one not smile, hearing this song? Both the original King Harvest version and the one by Toploader, introduced to our generation by A Walk to Remember, never fail to make me smile. It's a happy song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more happiness, there's the Toploader version too:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iXacZP7eP3U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alyson Stoner's version of the song has a cute music video I saw on YouTube. However, the beat was not the happy, feel-good beat of King Harvest and Toploader. It was cute and dance-y but not the one that makes listeners let loose (in a good way).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-7855004635319928625?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7855004635319928625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=7855004635319928625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/7855004635319928625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/7855004635319928625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hMc8naeeSS8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-1925991285069026972</id><published>2011-05-07T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size: 11px;line-height: 14px;"&gt;Hey! 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Thanks! :D&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-1925991285069026972?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1925991285069026972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=1925991285069026972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/1925991285069026972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/1925991285069026972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/05/advertisement.html' title='advertisement'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-8736033311926352782</id><published>2011-05-07T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 - Your least favorite song: Jessie J. - Do it like a Dude&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike it so much I wouldn't even embed a video of it. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm on hating on the singer.  I like her voice and her song Price Tag. She's like Lady Gaga and Katy Perry in one. But this song is just trying too hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-8736033311926352782?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8736033311926352782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=8736033311926352782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/8736033311926352782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/8736033311926352782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-6576781079014963130</id><published>2011-05-06T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Song Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>I know this will be cut short for a couple of days (weeks, I think) but I just couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1 - Your favorite song: Adele - Turning Tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least for now. It's on loop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dx7sLNyIeQk" width="504"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help but love Adele. By chance I came across her Chasing Pavements live video in YouTube and I loved it! What makes her great is not just her voice, or the emotion in her singing, or the compositions themselves, but the fact that people would want to LISTEN to her music. It's not just about watching videos of scantily clad women dancing, or wiggling their bodies like electrocuted worms (yung parang kinuryenteng bulate lang).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kudos to Glee for featuring some songs by Adele. I personally liked Gwyneth Paltrow's (Holly Holiday) cover of this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-6576781079014963130?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6576781079014963130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=6576781079014963130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6576781079014963130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6576781079014963130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dx7sLNyIeQk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-1222610937120064442</id><published>2011-04-25T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on finishing</title><content type='html'>Marami akong sinisimulan na hindi natatapos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katulad ng blog post na ito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-1222610937120064442?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1222610937120064442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=1222610937120064442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/1222610937120064442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/1222610937120064442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-finishing.html' title='on finishing'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-3578590800381150012</id><published>2011-03-29T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>achib</title><content type='html'>I had a long day. But it was worth it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.5 hrs of waiting in line. Going from MRT Taft to North Ave. Trinoma to UP. And I was FOREVER ALONE. Haggard. But this was worth the rush:&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img src="http://multiply.com/mu/mapee/image/sePN3QLGKWjlRNESpt061Q/photos/1M/300x300/2791/thesis-hardbound.jpg?et=eQkI%2BDCTKMoUCKPPckxjzg&amp;nmid=0" border="0" class="alignmiddleb" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mapee.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2791"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok nevermind the typo. It's supposed to be &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="5"&gt;Face Off&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="2"&gt;, ok.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="2"&gt;And Iskwiki, you have been pwned. After a day of baffling me, I have been victorious in posting our thesis. *tribal noise and dance* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;u style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The triumph of premetev in modernity. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="2"&gt; *more tribal dancing*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-3578590800381150012?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3578590800381150012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=3578590800381150012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3578590800381150012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3578590800381150012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/achib.html' title='achib'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-3776887846143162586</id><published>2011-03-25T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Since I'm now not minding any academic load until the end of summer, I kinda have time to post "stuff." So "enjoy" my blabbering.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma &lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FF6600"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sing sing from the tangles of my heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is crushed by a former looove. Can you help me find a way to carry on again? &lt;u&gt;You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night. You make me wanna hold you til the morning light. You make me wanna love. You make me wanna fall. You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;/u&gt; You are the one who makes me happy &lt;b&gt;when everything else turns to &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#666666" size="5"&gt;gray&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Can you &lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"&gt;sing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with all the voices of the mountain? Can you paint with all the &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="6"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#990000"&gt;c&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#00CCCC"&gt;o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000099"&gt;l&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FF9900"&gt;o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#009900"&gt;r&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#CC33CC"&gt;s&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;of the &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="3"&gt;wind&lt;/font&gt;? &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're the a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pple to my pie, the straw to my berry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Let's just get married. You left in the rain without closing the door. So &lt;b&gt;tie a &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="5" color="#FFFF00"&gt;&lt;u&gt;yellow &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;ribbon&lt;/b&gt; round the &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#996633"&gt;&lt;u&gt;old oak tree&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. It's been three long years. &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="garamond, 'adobe garamond'" size="3"&gt;Nine days, eight hours, forty minutes, ten seconds since you called.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;u&gt;Don't say you love me, you don't even know me&lt;/u&gt;. Baby now that I found you I won't let you go. I build my world around you. I need you so baby even though you don't need me. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; though your heart is aching. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; what's the use of &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;. You'll find that life is still worthwhile if you just &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;. I feel bad for a while. But then I just &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="6" face="'trebuchet ms'" color="#FF0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;smile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I go ahead and &lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="5"&gt;smile&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough and I'm like, forget you. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="3" face="Verdana"&gt;Forget you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I found her diary underneath a tree and started reading about me. Speaking words of wisdom, &lt;i&gt;let it be, let it be&lt;/i&gt;. Let me be the one to break it up so we won't have to make &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="5" face="'ms gothic', gothic"&gt;excuses&lt;/font&gt;. There's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#CC0000"&gt;r&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="6" face="'lucida sans unicode', lucida" color="#FF6600"&gt;a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="6" face="'lucida sans unicode', lucida"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFF00"&gt;i&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#009900"&gt;n&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#3333FF"&gt;b&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#663366"&gt;o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#CC33CC"&gt;w&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;always after the &lt;b&gt;rain&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFF33" face="garamond, 'adobe garamond'" size="6"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunshine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; through my window, that's what you are. I have a crush on you. I hope you feel the way that I do. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero til the end of the night. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="'ms gothic', gothic"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's got to be strong and he's got to be fast and he's got to be fresh from a fight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Love me for a reason, let the reason be love. &lt;u&gt;1, 2, buckle my shoe. 3, 4, shut the door. 5, 6, pick up sticks.&lt;/u&gt; Every long lost dream led me to where you are. &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="'comic sans ms'" size="3"&gt;You can shake an &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#CC0000"&gt;apple&lt;/font&gt; off an &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FF0000"&gt;apple tree&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;/font&gt;We don't care about the young folks, talking bout the young style. We don't care about the old folks talking bout the old style too. Don't you worry there my honey. &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We might not have any money but we have our love to pay the bills.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; When we're hungry, love will keep us alive. Love love love love love, love love makes the world go round. &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="5"&gt;All we care about is &lt;b&gt;talking&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;talking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;only me and you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---my apologies to the composers of the songs from which these lines were taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-3776887846143162586?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3776887846143162586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=3776887846143162586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3776887846143162586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3776887846143162586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-3319215152973477665</id><published>2011-03-25T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm your average superhero</title><content type='html'>I've been hiding this since I could remember. I've been sneaking up on different people, blending with the air or crawling from beneath the shadows. People I argue with end up crying for their mama not because I dazzle them with intelligence and wit but because I &lt;i&gt;secretly&lt;/i&gt; inflict them with a poison stinger. I can confuse people from their strategies but this ability comes with a price, as I become almost weightless when I do so. I can also transform into a penguin so yeah, that little penguin you see following you might be me. And I can turn turtles into rubber. Comes in handy when I need to tie my hair.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See I'm your average superhero. I went through childhood, high school and now I'm finishing college and going to law school. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tough job, you bet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish. Ooops, be careful what you wish for. I'm not wishing for the superpowers I just mentioned above. It's just this "Random Superhero Generator." I find it funneeeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://multiply.com/mu/mapee/image/JV3ItonvPNisVz6Fnvo+ig/photos/1M/300x300/2723/random-superhero.png?et=Lj%2C0P9RiiHS9nKXhohWyxQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0" class="alignmiddleb"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;It says I have fortitude, but only when I'm happy. And I'm foolish so I use my superpowers for no good. No I don't want superpowers if that would mean I be notorious for being foolish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-3319215152973477665?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3319215152973477665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=3319215152973477665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3319215152973477665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3319215152973477665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-your-average-superhero.html' title='I&amp;#39;m your average superhero'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-511847831039928850</id><published>2011-02-08T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Big red dragons danced to the beat of the percussion.&amp;nbsp;It was a little chase in the narrow streets of Manila.&amp;nbsp;They swung and swivelled, tossed and whirled by young men in yellow shirts and red pants. They each followed a ball, likewise carried by young men.&amp;nbsp;Cars and pedestrians waited patiently to take their turn to cross the roads.&amp;nbsp;People stuck in the slow traffic watched as the mythical creatures came to life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A team of Filipino-Chinese held a tarpaulin while walking ahead of the dragons. It said "Happy New Year, Kung Hei Fat Choi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few blocks away from the center of Binondo, the little China in Manila, the Chinese new year is alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-511847831039928850?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/511847831039928850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=511847831039928850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/511847831039928850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/511847831039928850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-red-dragons-danced-to-beat-of.html' title=''/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-5031363060004040279</id><published>2010-10-03T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mojacko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Moja!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapee/5046626466/" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Moja! by mafoxci, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Moja!" height="155" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5046626466_a8b7b2104f.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before Agnes' "it's so fluffffay!" unicorn, there was a flufffay fur ball we loved. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mojacko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my siblings don't even know who Mojacko is. Fine, even I don't know WHAT he is aside from being an alien fur ball from the planet Moja Moja. He bought with him in a spaceship his siblings Mojari and Mojaru. Plus a friend tin can robot, wazzitsnameagain? Even with cable tv, we still watched the show when we got home after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapee/5043896207/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="Momoja! by mafoxci, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Momoja!" height="156" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4147/5043896207_b0a612fdc0.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so cute, I drew Mojacko using a drawing app in my smartphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drawing's been in my phone for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do remember the archenemy &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Momoja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the ninja! I drew him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my childhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like the closing theme song for this show, "If my lover was an alien." Used to find myself humming its tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want a Mojacko stuffed toy!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-5031363060004040279?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5031363060004040279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=5031363060004040279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5031363060004040279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5031363060004040279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/10/see-i-draw-lol.html' title='Moja!'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5046626466_a8b7b2104f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-4994408039681124949</id><published>2010-10-03T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweety and Sylvester</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapee/5046639744/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/5046639744_e973c318fa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapee/5046639744/"&gt;Tweety and Sylvester&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapee/"&gt;mafoxci&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The cat WAS sitting beside the bird cage. Yellow bird's mourning the loss of its partner. I think someone forgot to feed the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on there, Tweety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoo cat! Shooooo!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-4994408039681124949?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4994408039681124949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=4994408039681124949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4994408039681124949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4994408039681124949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/10/tweety-and-sylvester.html' title='Tweety and Sylvester'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/5046639744_e973c318fa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-2850824095363568997</id><published>2010-10-03T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:10:33.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute twitter nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapee/5043877271/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4086/5043877271_35d243c0fa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapee/5043877271/"&gt;Twitter nails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapee/"&gt;mafoxci&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go green! Painted them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my nails like that.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-2850824095363568997?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2850824095363568997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=2850824095363568997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/2850824095363568997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/2850824095363568997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/10/cute-twitter-nails.html' title='cute twitter nails'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4086/5043877271_35d243c0fa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-3283690151937361415</id><published>2010-09-30T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:34:08.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of the Philippines'/><title type='text'>graduate, we gotta graduate...</title><content type='html'>Last Monday we had our photoshoot for graduation. We had this toga shot, corporate look shot, &lt;i&gt;sablay&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;shot, and creative shot. And boy was it tiring! (and our sablay shots were kinda, sablay. aaagh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-1 sched ended at 7. Sheesh. But it was fun playing around the dressing room with blockmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/TKQRwf5TX2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/QtE7znBzmnE/s1600/61503_1364590604141_1512926024_30786261_3753767_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/TKQRwf5TX2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/QtE7znBzmnE/s200/61503_1364590604141_1512926024_30786261_3753767_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was ze colorful nerd for the creative shot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;K5 loves. &amp;lt;3 Let's all graduate together, k. Monday was at the same time, the deadline for the submission of the 2nd draft of the thesis proposal. Haggard look for some of us, but who cares? We're just too happy with the idea of graduating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the shoot, it was back to work, back to doing things for us to graduate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-3283690151937361415?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3283690151937361415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=3283690151937361415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3283690151937361415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3283690151937361415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/09/graduate-we-gotta-graduate.html' title='graduate, we gotta graduate...'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/TKQRwf5TX2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/QtE7znBzmnE/s72-c/61503_1364590604141_1512926024_30786261_3753767_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-8264061356153725942</id><published>2010-09-30T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:09:22.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Fifteen books I've read that will always stick with me</title><content type='html'>It's all over Facebook, and I now wanna make my own list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Genesis -yes the book from the Bible. First Bible verse I memorized was Genesis 1:1 in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Revelation -yes, THAT Revelation. That last book from the Bible talking about beasts and scrolls and other scary stuff. Second verse I memorized was Revelation 3:20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for first and last books. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens -first novel I read when I was in second grade, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dracula by Bram Stoker -creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift -great story. I found the ending reaaaalllly weird, tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hope for the Flowers by Trina Paulus -Stripe and Yellow and the caterpillar pillar! This yellow book I truly liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee -opened my eyes to the fact that people are oppressed in the real world. Didn't think much about racism until I read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice -very... Interesting.... Vampires of the same kind as in Bram Stoker's... not like other vampires people drool over these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Shopaholic Series by Sophie Kinsela -haha guilty pleasure in reading chick lit. So what if the story promotes capitalism anti-feminist ideas, I liked reading them. My apologies to my professor in Gender and Feminist studies. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dune by Frank Herbert -oooooh, sand worms. The first of the series with Paul Atreides aka Muad'dib was great. Again, "ooh, sand worms!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Elements of Journalism by Kovach and Rosenstiel -gaaah what a nerd. I did read the whole book. The book reminds me of one of the best professors in Journalism, Professor Yvonne Chua. Classic -the book and the prof. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro -just finished reading this and it was sooooo sad, but the writing style was superb. Like the book better than the film because the book focused on the butler thing, not on a love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare -and The Taming of the Shrew, if I may add. Romeo and Juliet was depressing because I really can't understand their...ugh. But I find pleasure in reading it, still. Same with The Taming of the Shrew, but it made me laugh (duh, a comedy, duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Perfume by Patrick Suskind -oh this creepy story! Don't exactly know how those scents in the story smell like, but the description made me feel all stinky, I HAD tO take a bath to move on. And the creepy ending could just haunt me and give me nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Not Even A Hint by Joshua Harris -Guarding your heart against lust. Gave me a different view on love and lust. Sadly, I gave this book away one Christmas. :(&amp;nbsp;After reading this, I wanted to buy "I Kissed Dating Goodbye" but until now I haven't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-8264061356153725942?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8264061356153725942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=8264061356153725942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/8264061356153725942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/8264061356153725942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/09/fifteen-books-ive-read-that-will-always.html' title='Fifteen books I&apos;ve read that will always stick with me'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-6735366575394171127</id><published>2010-09-20T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:39:16.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banahaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of the Philippines'/><title type='text'>Back from the mountains!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from our class field trip! Lakbay-aral in Mt. Banahaw. As for pictures, we don't have any cos we're losers like that. lol jk. We have two pictures taken by another group.&amp;nbsp;From the eight of us, none thought of bringing his own camera (all thinking others will bring cameras anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-im1DXKAVO9A/TWe-_Me3B-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/ucPRfjUzKRI/s1600/banahaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-im1DXKAVO9A/TWe-_Me3B-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/ucPRfjUzKRI/s320/banahaw.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We three members from our original group were merged with a group of five from another class. &amp;nbsp;We conquered the Mount Calvary in Laguna. We were passed judgment upon in the Husgado cave. We crawled like worms and walked like ducks in other caves. And we got "baptized" in the Banahaw rivers for at least three times. Now hooray! I got home with a box of cassava nilupak, a chunk of ube/yam, and lots of scratches and bruises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my bed (we slept on the floor), my stuffed toys (couldn't just hug my group mates sleeping beside me. Haha), and the Internet (couldn't even use my phone because there was no signal!). But but but, I've to say I had fun. It was exhausting but definitely fun. Last time I climbed a mountain was three years ago in Romblon (and oh we got stuck in an island. Good times, good times.). Last time I slept on ground was five months ago (in Isabela, we camped in the middle of a field. I slept inside the tent, others in the open, and some on the hood of a car. Haha.). Now I'm like, OHMYGOSHHHH! I miss OJ! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post isn't about OJ, so I'm going back to the Banahaw trip. The food was great, the view from the mountain was great, talking with and having group mates was great (helped me keep my sanity, really. thanks guys!), everything was great xept my bruises aaand the bus rides (I hate bus rides. I get cranky.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned through experience. We saw how different religious groups live side-by-side, with the common understanding that Mt. Banahaw is sacred. Now I see that these people are truly devoted to their belief. Makes me stop and think how far I can go endure for my faith. These people go up to the mountains and exert that much effort regularly for their belief. How much effort am I exerting for what I believe? After reaching the top of Mt. Banahaw, I was sooooon happy (not because of the view, and the feeling you've achieved something) for the Lord has forgiven our sins by grace through faith. Climbing up there was the literal "taking up the cross," and it was exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home, resting for the whole day because by whole body hurts even after taking pain relievers. Last night I was also happy at the sight of Christmas lights hanging so beautifully in trees around the nearest mall. Was thinking how come 1/3 of the year is Christmas - all 'ber' months are "Christmas Season." And this iPad I'm using right now... I was like, "who! Dad has an iPad! I want one! I want one! I want one!" haha. Seriously, I want my own. Christmas gift, anyone? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-6735366575394171127?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6735366575394171127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=6735366575394171127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6735366575394171127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6735366575394171127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-from-mountains.html' title='Back from the mountains!'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-im1DXKAVO9A/TWe-_Me3B-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/ucPRfjUzKRI/s72-c/banahaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-4260796951099106918</id><published>2010-09-16T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:47:14.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to kill a mockingbird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to kill a mockingbird'/><title type='text'>How to Kill a Mockingbird</title><content type='html'>Over dinner, my younger brother (age 13) asked me if I have a copy of the book "How to Kill a Mockingbird." I was laughing when my sister's "guy friend" who came over our house exclaimed neither had he read the "How to Kill a Mockingbird." Obviously he didn't get to read even the cover page to get the title right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students should be given more books to read. It's the only way to teach them how to write. As a professor once said, "reading is writing," so read read read. I'd read more literature books if I had more time to spare. I actually like classes that require book reviews. And watch films. hehe. So I have this 'Film and Literature' class right now. I wish they made us read more books in high school. And I wish they don't make the prices of books too high because of tax. I wish the government cared &amp;nbsp;more about education. I wish our school were to be given a higher budget. I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I told my brother I don't have a copy of "How to Kill a Mockingbird" but I do have Harper Lee's "To Kill a Mockingbird" and that it's such a great read. &lt;strike&gt;I have no idea if there's a guidebook on How to Kill a Mockingbird (might be giving a step-by-step guide on how to kill a mockingbird nicely).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; I think my brother's still wondering if he got the right title of the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-4260796951099106918?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4260796951099106918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=4260796951099106918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4260796951099106918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4260796951099106918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-kill-mockingbird.html' title='How to Kill a Mockingbird'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-8470124754227600202</id><published>2010-09-14T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:28:01.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>what princes like</title><content type='html'>A sloth who sleeps for hundreds of years, a flat-footed girl who runs around with one slipper, one who eats anything shiny from weird-looking strangers (read: apples with odd colors from an old witch), and eeew -one who kisses toads. Seriously Prince Charming, what's wrong with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-8470124754227600202?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8470124754227600202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=8470124754227600202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/8470124754227600202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/8470124754227600202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-princes-like.html' title='what princes like'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-4023629274056044846</id><published>2010-08-30T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:26:33.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, hey YouTube!</title><content type='html'>Never been a YouTube fan before, and now I see how entertaining it could be. It's like everything's in there and viewable except those that say they're "copyrighted content" and are not viewable here in our country (what a shame, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've been turning to YouTube for entertainment since stress from a lot of things in school. I used to check out YouTube only when I get soooo bored but I just woke up so I can't go back to sleep immediately. Now I find entertainment a necessity. I'm actually &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Fred"&gt;Fred&lt;/a&gt; the annoying... human. And the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/realannoyingorange?feature=chclk"&gt;Annoying Orange&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Of course there's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MarieDigby"&gt;Marie Digby&lt;/a&gt; whose videos I've been watching before. What else? Aside from friends who have their YouTube accounts, honestly, I think nothing else. Lame. I'm on the lookout for some other good YouTube channels. Facebook and twitter friends suggestions! Oh joy! *back to browsing YouTube*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-4023629274056044846?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4023629274056044846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=4023629274056044846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4023629274056044846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4023629274056044846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-hey-youtube.html' title='hey, hey YouTube!'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-3153884096410193699</id><published>2010-04-28T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:20:30.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintings'/><title type='text'>artsy artsy</title><content type='html'>When mom and dad came home I was surprised to see paintings. Yes, mom bought paintings. A couple of moths ago it was a TV, then an organ, then cabinets, another cabinet, and now speakers and paintings. Mom could really be a surprise. Being an Ilokana (and a CPA, to add) she monitors her expenditures. I once saw her doing a ledger of the family budget. O.O But oh my, how she goes on buying all sorts of stuff when she thinks it's a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her she could just give the paintings to our tito (her brother) in the States. He's an abstract artist himself so mom simply said her has his own paintings. Talents just didn't manage to be passed on to me, sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S9hM4PwkH-I/AAAAAAAAALU/GhDStWt0LTA/s1600/28042010188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S9hM4PwkH-I/AAAAAAAAALU/GhDStWt0LTA/s200/28042010188.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This painting now hangs in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S9hM90omgwI/AAAAAAAAALY/dV6Cl6HK2rc/s1600/28042010189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S9hM90omgwI/AAAAAAAAALY/dV6Cl6HK2rc/s200/28042010189.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This big painting, I do not know where they'll put. :| It's such a shame because I think it's beautiful. I don't want it lost in some clutter somewhere in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S9hNApqht4I/AAAAAAAAALc/X7O-MUrEvZw/s1600/28042010190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S9hNApqht4I/AAAAAAAAALc/X7O-MUrEvZw/s200/28042010190.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This painting is named "Best friends." It even has some mark at the back indicating the art gallery it was displayed in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S9hND6pyVSI/AAAAAAAAALg/5YgS4MwW-jU/s1600/28042010192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S9hND6pyVSI/AAAAAAAAALg/5YgS4MwW-jU/s200/28042010192.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom said this one's from Africa. Yes I thought of that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Painting is the popular fine art. I honestly don't appreciate paintings and sculptures if I look at them from afar. But I can get into paintings once I take a closer look. Needless to say, digital form of paintings is nonsense since I find the texture of the a painting very important, more than the overall "look" of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway as I was browsing through Meme, I found this and of course reported it. Originally from @leandronunes, it was a laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/042010/history_of_art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://pics.blameitonthevoices.com/042010/history_of_art.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-3153884096410193699?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3153884096410193699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=3153884096410193699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3153884096410193699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3153884096410193699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/artsy-artsy.html' title='artsy artsy'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S9hM4PwkH-I/AAAAAAAAALU/GhDStWt0LTA/s72-c/28042010188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-7950195534434233969</id><published>2010-04-28T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:16:18.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ccc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of the Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carpenters'/><title type='text'>the old in old school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae130/mafoxci/stuff%20around/27042010176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae130/mafoxci/stuff%20around/27042010176.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surprise, surprise. This I found last night at our friends' grad party. They were playing Carpenters songs and to our surprise, we saw the music came from an old school player. The giant CD was turning round and round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;CD owned by the Pinzons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I have a picture with the Carpenters. How sweet is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Congratulations to Ate Tatika Catipay and Kuya Jefty David! 9Yes it's their grad party.) And I'm attempting to enumerate my friends who are now UP Alumna, batch 2010, lest I forget even a single one. :) But you know who you are. *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm getting old. Senior. Eeew. Next year it'll be us graduating and taking our pictures with Oble. But for now, let's just look ahead for a great school year as a senior (and rubbing it off on friends who just graduated, the fact that they too are growing old). In a matter of time we'll be singing &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday Once More&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-7950195534434233969?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7950195534434233969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=7950195534434233969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/7950195534434233969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/7950195534434233969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/old-in-old-school.html' title='the old in old school'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae130/mafoxci/stuff%20around/th_27042010176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-252794428665709210</id><published>2010-04-28T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:00:52.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of the Philippines'/><title type='text'>blabbings</title><content type='html'>Internship it is and I'm with ANC for until May 31st (according to the contract). And no I'm not blogging from the newsroom. That would be so unethical. lol&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;12 days before the Philippine elections and I'm so excited -not just to vote but also about what's going to happen. Until now I'm not sure who to vote for president but it's definitely not the leading candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In choosing the right candidate, we also have to look at the minuses, not just the pluses. Eliminating those who do not have the skills, I simply ask why not to vote for these candidates and weigh these minuses. I don't care how smart the candidate is, although it obviously matters -a lot. But there are some flaws that we could and should not overlook. Candidate this is corrupt to the core; this one has been in office for so long but didn't accomplish anything -so why even vote for them? I don't care if they graduated from all prestigious universities you can think of. If they didn't do anything for such a long time, what makes them think they would do anything now? If they don't have any spine of their own, what makes them think they can stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, you're all smart and have held public offices and are popular in surveys. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;Good track record + corruption record = NO VOTE FROM ME&lt;br /&gt;No track record + no corruption record = NO VOTE FROM ME&lt;br /&gt;No track record + corruption record = NO VOTE FROM ME&lt;br /&gt;Good track record + no corruption record = YOU MIGHT NOT WIN BUT YOU HAVE MY VOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I find people narrowing their choices to two simply because they don't want their votes to "go to waste" stupid. It's their choice; the ballot is asking "who do you want to be president?" Binibigyan ka nga ng eight choices, papadikta ka pa sa sabi-sabi. It's like wanting to eat halo-halo in a hot summer day but buying a taho instead because the taho vendor comes to you, unlike the halo-halo. &amp;nbsp;In the end you don't even finish your taho. The taho is wasted, your time was wasted, you're still not happy. But then again it's our choice to be happy -and that is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This May 10 I'm voting for who&lt;b&gt; I&lt;/b&gt; want to be president. The ballot is asking who&lt;b&gt; I&lt;/b&gt; want to be president, not what others want. Vote for who&lt;b&gt; you&lt;/b&gt; want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-252794428665709210?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/252794428665709210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=252794428665709210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/252794428665709210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/252794428665709210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/blabbings.html' title='blabbings'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-8295026707337230126</id><published>2010-04-19T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:01:10.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katipunan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay kalye'/><title type='text'>Pink of health, green with envy</title><content type='html'>From UP just this morning, I was surprised to see men painting the overpass at Katipunan. They were painting green over the pink MMDA footbridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s964.photobucket.com/albums/ae130/mafoxci/stuff%20around/?action=view&amp;amp;current=19042010017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae130/mafoxci/stuff%20around/19042010017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintenance? The pink paint was in good condition. The footbridge was put up not more than two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s964.photobucket.com/albums/ae130/mafoxci/stuff%20around/?action=view&amp;amp;current=19042010021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae130/mafoxci/stuff%20around/19042010021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the other side of the footbridge lay the men's paint and other stuff, including a construction cap with a green sticker that says "Dapat Gibo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-8295026707337230126?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8295026707337230126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=8295026707337230126' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/8295026707337230126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/8295026707337230126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/pink-of-health-green-with-envy.html' title='Pink of health, green with envy'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae130/mafoxci/stuff%20around/th_19042010017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-6779318515758646621</id><published>2010-04-17T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:52:53.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summerrr</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;Summer love is reading heaps of e-books. Done with D&lt;b&gt;o Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Perfume&lt;/b&gt;. Next read: The Ebony Tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;And I plan to review books I read too. Reviews &lt;a href="http://scratchpost.webs.com/"&gt;here in my new site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Hello happy reading summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-6779318515758646621?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6779318515758646621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=6779318515758646621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6779318515758646621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6779318515758646621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/summerrr.html' title='Summerrr'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-3516845802218964716</id><published>2010-04-15T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:46:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Android Dream of Electric Sheep?</title><content type='html'>I have no idea. Even after reading Philip Dick's novel. But the good guess is no.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/philip-k-dick/612-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Philip K. Dick - Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep 18" border="0" height="320" src="http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/philip-k-dick/612-1.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Empathy is still something robots/humaniods/androids -whatever you wanna call them- don't have, as far as Dick is concerned with Nexus 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion, humans are still the dominant life form even if some androids become smarter than some humans. Empathy, the ability to feel and feel the same way as others will always be unique to living creatures. Then again it points out that it's not about how smart a creature is, but on how human it/he/she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learned: Intellect is not everything. There's more to this world and that is life. What profit is it for us when we gain the world but don't have/lose the soul? The lesson learned is very similar to the old Little Mermaid story (with the wind maidens at the end of the story).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[But it still differs because Rick Deckard the protagonist is human. Were the story told from the point-of-vie of androids, then that would be something. However the androids in the story and not capable of contemplating and feeling emotions.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**photo from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.coverbrowser.com/covers/philip-k-dick/13"&gt;http://www.coverbrowser.com/covers/philip-k-dick/13&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the end of the story I didn't know what happened to the dead cat and if its owner recognized the new one as a fake. And I wonder what happens to J. R. Isidore the chickenhead -I find his character too interesting. What happened to the other bounty hunter Phil Resch? And how's his squirrel? When will I have my own electric sheep and when will Google come up with a Nexus 6? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have questions unanswered after reading the book. Which is ok. I love wondering about what happens next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post a decent review at &lt;a href="http://scratchpost.webs.com/"&gt;SCRATCHPOST&lt;/a&gt;. Next book: Perfume.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-3516845802218964716?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3516845802218964716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=3516845802218964716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3516845802218964716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3516845802218964716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-android-dream-of-electric-sheep.html' title='Do Android Dream of Electric Sheep?'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-6986208988240822930</id><published>2010-04-12T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:15:12.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to civilization!</title><content type='html'>Been here for more than a week! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to reward myself after sleeping in a tent for seven nights and walking a couple of hundred meters to get to the bathroom, I treated myself with: karaoke-ing and eating grilled food a few hours after arriving, buying myself a new wallet, and putting on nail art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S8MaJXofIyI/AAAAAAAAALI/a71kKpD7bMg/s1600/08042010224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S8MaJXofIyI/AAAAAAAAALI/a71kKpD7bMg/s200/08042010224.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yay nail art! My 12-yr-old brother taught me how to apply the nail shiz. Weird how my brother being around five feet, eight inches tall with a bulky built was actually teaching me how to do this girly stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be posting stuff from Isabela. Well, friends have posted pictures and video logs on Facebook anyway. Butbutbut, I want my own posts. A few pictures &lt;a href="http://scratchpost.webs.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-6986208988240822930?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6986208988240822930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=6986208988240822930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6986208988240822930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6986208988240822930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-civilization.html' title='back to civilization!'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S8MaJXofIyI/AAAAAAAAALI/a71kKpD7bMg/s72-c/08042010224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-4804721663194301043</id><published>2010-02-19T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:49:15.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j109'/><title type='text'>find the geek</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I had to beg for a friend to answer these questions. We see each other almost every school day so interviewing him seems a bit exploitative, but for the sake of grades (yes, grades before friendship. joke lang. haha)... I asked asked if I could write about him. haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got to interview and post the the story on Dr. Gapalon anyway so there's really no big need for me to be posting this -but it'll be such a waste. BUT wait, I could post this for my 5th story. haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*photo grabbed from his Facebook account*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all geeks wear thick glasses and spend their lives stuck in front of a computer. No; sometimes you'll find a geek jogging or biking, playing frisbee, playing the drums, goofing around in a mascot on top of a van, or maybe even approaching you and asking if you've heard the news that "God loves you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geek, from the Urban Dictionary definition number four, is "an outwardly normal person who has taken time to learn technical skills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S36qP5QMnyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OxmDtiFJ1sc/s1600-h/stan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S36qP5QMnyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OxmDtiFJ1sc/s200/stan.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kapitankamote.webs.com/"&gt;Stanley Semilla&lt;/a&gt; -Stan, Es or Tan, whatever you want to call him, is a normal 18-yr-old UP student.&amp;nbsp;He wakes up early in the morning, goes to school, sleeps in class, is active in a student organization, he eats, does his school work, goes to Church, listens to music, just like a regular teenager. Just add that he trains in the Computer Science Department's Programming team, and spends the rest of the night until the wee hours of the morning in front of the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;What's a geek? Stan threw a strange look at me, as if saying "Mafi &lt;i&gt;nakakasakit ka na ah&lt;/i&gt;!" but laughed it off anyway. "Somebody who wants to know and learn about computers," was his own definition of a geek. No saying about spending countless hours in front of the computer and programming using different computer languages -which is by the way also true to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a geek? And the answer I never heard him say, I read from his reply via e-mail: "yes." He said that by his definition of a geek, he qualifies as one. He does love learning about computers and how they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan grew up as a pastor's kid in the province of La Union. He first wanted to be a pastor when he was in pre-school, and later on wanted to be a computer programmer when he was in elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was seven years old, Stan learned how to play the drums. He said he does not recall exactly why he agreed to learn how to play, but what he said he knows for sure is that he plays for the Lord. Until now, he still plays when he goes back to his hometown, and gets to self-study via Youtube videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first encounter with computer programming was in high school, where they, along with other high school students, simply copy-pasted codes. When he was about to enter UP as a Computer Science student, he felt pressured and did his self-study on programming. And that was it. He was later invited to be part of the department's programming team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from programming, he also does other stuff when he uses his computer. He is one creative chap who also tinkers with the Photoshop for fun. In the student organization he belongs to, some refer to him as the one-man Photoshop committee. He has been active in his organization that he played one of their mascots the last UP Diliman Lantern Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is remarkable about him is how he manages to balance his time. It's given he spends hours and hours in front of the computer, although not necessarily programming. But other than that, he also has plenty of time for friends and other activities. There goes the Urban Dictionary definition number four that geeks are "outwardly normal persons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now his new passion is biking. He sometimes bikes the considerable distance from Cubao to UP Diliman. He also goes jogging and plays ultimate frisbee. So much for geeks having a sedentary lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereotypes are just what they are, stereotypes -based on oversimplification. Stan is but one example of the deviations from the view on the geek. Thick glasses, antisocial behavior, sedentary lifestyle, use of jargon, inability to communicate in spoken English, may not be true for all geeks out there. You just have to observe more and find out that geeks come in different packages. Or who knows, find the geek within you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-4804721663194301043?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4804721663194301043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=4804721663194301043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4804721663194301043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4804721663194301043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/find-geek.html' title='find the geek'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S36qP5QMnyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OxmDtiFJ1sc/s72-c/stan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-6391031952716747770</id><published>2010-02-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:49:05.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ccc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planner'/><title type='text'>planning 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm planning 2010 and what better way to plan than with a... planner. Sabaw much. But seriously, I got a cool planner custom-made for CCC. Designed by none other than ze Donya Quixote, Ate Chebi. *cheers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know it's the middle of February and I'm writing about a planner. Life gets hard with other things I have to write about and submit for grades. XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Where was I? Oh....&amp;nbsp;For 165 pesos, you get a cool planner. And and and! I availed of the buy-one-take-one promo in UP, and gave the other one to a good friend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S3apwn2UzqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xiU35lv_lRM/s1600-h/01302010147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S3apwn2UzqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xiU35lv_lRM/s320/01302010147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First, I like the size. Spiral-bound at around 8x6 inches in dimension, it's super handy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S3ap9j2ZO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oe9RWbvR4UI/s1600-h/01302010152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S3ap9j2ZO0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oe9RWbvR4UI/s320/01302010152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;It also has good space for the monthly calendar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S3arwqKW0bI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HRizfVmgGr0/s1600-h/01302010155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S3arwqKW0bI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HRizfVmgGr0/s320/01302010155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wide spaces for the dailies. However, the smaller spaces for the weekends is a con for those who plan stuff for the weekends. Quite encouraging for me, nonetheless, to treat them as weekends and confine work in weekdays. XD&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S3ap2me60cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ikpML-3UL2k/s1600-h/01302010159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S3ap2me60cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ikpML-3UL2k/s320/01302010159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;See? I started planning. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The downside: It came our on January 28. Blank spaces for the first few days of January. (I used them for taking note of possible internship employers. Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Some other bonuses (big bonuses if you're from CCC) found at the back part are the pages for prayer journal, disciple list, address pages, and the Four Spiritual Laws! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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;You really get your money's worth. I just hope they start on next year's planner so a December release would be possible. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-6391031952716747770?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6391031952716747770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=6391031952716747770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6391031952716747770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/6391031952716747770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/planning-2010.html' title='planning 2010'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/S3apwn2UzqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xiU35lv_lRM/s72-c/01302010147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-2401056359961904476</id><published>2010-01-23T23:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:41:53.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j109'/><title type='text'>Importing Sugar</title><content type='html'>The Philippines is expected to import sugar for this year while domestic price increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current market retail price of refined sugar is estimated at 48 pesos per kilo, and consumers are suspecting that there is a shortage in &amp;nbsp;our country's supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine Sugar Regulatory Administration however stressed that there is no shortage in the country's sugar supply. "We are in our peak season. There is no shortage," said Rosemarie Gomera, head of the Planning and Policy Department of the PSRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumers think there is a shortage while there isn't; the prices went up but we have ample supply, said Gomera. The problem is that people won't buy sugar because it's expensive, but there is sugar, she explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomera attributes the rise in price as an effect of the world market price. India, formerly the second main sugar exporter in the world, has faced cultivation problems that resulted in decrease in their sugar production. The country has turned from a major exporter to an importer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippines on the other hand is not experiencing the same scenarion, according to PSRA. There is a 'perceived tightness of supply, but no shortage at the moment,' according to Reuters interview with Rafael Coscoluella, administrator of the Philippine Sugar Regulatory Administration. Archimedes Amarra, executive director of the Philippine Sugar Millers' Association said in an interview with ABS-CBN that the country will not run out of supply 'as far as local production is concerned.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typhoons Ondoy and Pepeng did not bring about significant damage. While Tarlac and Pangasinan were submerged in water and crops were destroyed, the impact on the country's supply is negligible. Sugar canes withstand weather conditions such as strong winds and much water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PSRA said they recommend the importation to secure a safe buffer, as they projected an increase in demand. A safe buffer would mean a supply that could last up to two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importers and food processors used to buy from the world market since the prices from previous crop years were better. Now, food processors have turned to domestic supplies because of the increased cost in the world market, which resulted in the increase in demand, explained Gomera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imported sugar will also be used to ensure the country's quota to US will be met this year. 60,000 - 65,000 metric tons of sugar is needed to comply with the US quota. The Philippines has to meet the quota since the US offers a good price for our exports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government will ensure that imported sugar will be more or less of the same price as local sugar. Tariff rates will apply just as in other imported goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Gomera, they reccomend an estimated volume of 150,000 metric tons of sugar to be imported. This will come preferably from a neighboring southeast Asian country, for less shipping cost. Gomera said they are looking into importing from Thailand. The sugar imports are to be shipped into the country between May to June, the lean months of sugar production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomera said this is not the first time the country is importing sugar and that we have done so in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar price may have increased for the year but Gomera said that hopefully next year would give us better prices. Fertilizer price has gone down and by next year the world market may become more stable, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Business story for j109 class. But wait, it's news. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment: ohmaigulay. everyone had featurized stories. (doh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**edited**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-2401056359961904476?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2401056359961904476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=2401056359961904476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/2401056359961904476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/2401056359961904476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2010/01/philippines-to-import-sugar.html' title='Importing Sugar'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-1350908507740966121</id><published>2009-11-01T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:48:17.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updccc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lti 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ccc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership training institute 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upccc'/><title type='text'>I'm baaack!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Laguna! UPCCC Leadership Training Institute: My Mission, My Generation -Louder than Before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I first say... LTI was so fun! It just keeps getting better each year. It's my third year attending the LTI and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/Su1sYt6B-sI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jf9znG7MuAc/s1600-h/LLTI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/Su1sYt6B-sI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jf9znG7MuAc/s320/LLTI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;photo grabbed from Ate Lu's Facebook (I think) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I had fun, I learned a lot, I taught, I sang, I lost my shirt and had a new one, I was so blessed. Or should I say, WE were all blessed and had a swell time. The lesson that really struck me, and until now God is teaching me, is LOVE. Yep, you read it right. LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Jesus replied: 'You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind.' This is the first and greatest commandment. A second is equally important: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'" (Matthew 22:37-39 NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two morning devotions were about love, the last seminar in the Leadership level was about love, and and and... the pastor's sermon this morning was about being filled..with love. I love it! Although I cannot say I already love everyone (it's a hard thing to do) -I know it's a process. Getting there... God's love compels us to love others. Hmmm.. Reminds me of what they always say waaay back in elementary: Caritas Christi urget nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question some ask in LTI was... SINO? Hehe. So here, I'll have to thank certain people. Although everyone played &amp;nbsp;a part of making is LTI meaningful for me: LOUDER than before! (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marga&lt;/b&gt;. It's your first LTI. You were able to raise full support (at sobra pa). And I saw that you had aa great time. I hope to see more of you in the movement. (And the 'Sana Nanalo Ka ng Award' Award goes to.... Mich! XP)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mich&lt;/b&gt;. It's your first LTI. The Lord's provision is indeed more than enough! Bibbo kid! We're gonna move this coming sem!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarah&lt;/b&gt;. Wala man si ate Ro--- ay Nicol pala. Hehe. You've been a blessing to me Sarah. Parang ampon lang. Haha. *hug*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tin&lt;/b&gt; aka &lt;b&gt;Baldo&lt;/b&gt;. Haha. I never thought you'd raise support for a new shirt for me! That was just sooo sweet. *hug* Thanks for emcee-ing, super! And thanks for your sabon. Haha. The morning devotions with you, Abi, and Teten, were one of my LTI highlights. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abi&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Teten&lt;/b&gt;. Since Tin was already mentioned above. Hehe. Thanks for beingpart of those two meaningful morning devotions. Thanks for sharing bits of your lives. I'm just here, if you need anything. Wala lang, I'm just here. Haha. *hug*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leadership classmates&lt;/b&gt;! Ok, marami. You know who you are. I love you classmates! And &lt;b&gt;Ate Bel &lt;/b&gt;pala! Ahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Half of the Basic class&lt;/b&gt;. The other half hinde. Joke lang. I taught seminar4 for half of the basic class and hahaha -you're my first basic students. I know you were not so paying attention, but you are forgiven. XP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jho&lt;/b&gt;. I'm blessed by your life. It was not just checkout, it was sharing. hehe. See you around!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Praise and Worship Team&lt;/b&gt;. Yes I was being bugged by my conscience since I didn't sing backup for the first day. Haha. Kulang man tayo ng cymbals at keyboard at nawawala man sa tono ang gitara at nalolost kaming kumakanta, To God Be the Glory pa rin! Special mention is &lt;b&gt;Ate "Ligaya."&lt;/b&gt; Wala lang, gusto ko lang i-type ang "Ligaya." Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Langley&lt;/b&gt;. "Taksil ka Langley!" Haha. Joke lang. See you sa Artists TA Time. (Hindi sa CSSP ha? haha. you are forgiven. XD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artists TA&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Kuya Ferdi, Ate Mai, Ate Lu, Ate Liza, Ate Coco, and students&lt;/b&gt;. *wink* See you sa pasukan!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Bryan&lt;/b&gt;. House number 12 na iisa lang pala ang tao. Hehe. I'm blessed by your love for God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate Sars&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Ate Mai&lt;/b&gt;. *sniff sniff* Hindi na ako yung alaga, ako na ang may mga alaga. T.T *hugs*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tim&lt;/b&gt;. Thanks for emcee-ing. I know you were tensed but you indeed stepped out in faith. I foresee: you'll me emcee-ing in other CCC events too. haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miki&lt;/b&gt;. Thanks for being the ssuper tech person! Hmm.. And now I wonder if you found Kuya Benj's USB...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuya Ben&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;j&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Chil&lt;/b&gt;. Thanks for lending me your USB's. hehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate Tats&lt;/b&gt;. For being Train Committee Head. And for the toothpaste. Hehe. Sorry sa last night...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gen, Bianca, RJoy&lt;/b&gt;. Next LTI na lang yung plano natin. haha. Ladies na hindi makatulog kaya nagkwentuhan at nagtawanan ng naka-mute. *hahahahaha na naka-mute* RJoy salamat din sa sabon mo. haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;All staff&lt;/b&gt; -people who organized the event. &lt;b&gt;Kuya Al&lt;/b&gt; for his teaching. &lt;b&gt;Kuya Ace&lt;/b&gt; for coordinating. Babayaran ko na po yung shirt...nag-support-raising po si Tin. hehe. Salamat po ng marami sa inyong paghihirap at pagsisikap na ma-glorify ang Panginoon sa LTI na ito.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Directly or indirectly, you were a part of making this LTI (for me) special and LOUDER than before! Hindi dahil wala kang pangalan dito ay nakalimutan na kita. *hug*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;. I thank myself for making this LTI more meaningful to me. Alabooo. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; To You be the glory, the highest honor and praise! (***personal stuff here***)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to go back to school! Movements everywhere. Until everyone knows someone who truly follows Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-1350908507740966121?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mapee.multiply.com' title='I&apos;m baaack!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1350908507740966121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=1350908507740966121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/1350908507740966121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/1350908507740966121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaack!'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp5scghp5ZU/Su1sYt6B-sI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jf9znG7MuAc/s72-c/LLTI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-5105558513149003992</id><published>2009-10-20T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:49:34.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dylan Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let me not to the marriage of true minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Browning'/><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>I've been telling people or posting in Facebook, Multiply and Plurk that I loved my class last semester where we just did a lot of analyzing of poems, and a little bit on short story. English 11, if I get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakepeare's Sonnet 116 or Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; color: white; font-family: Courier, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit impediments. Love is not love&lt;br /&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br /&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;br /&gt;O no! it is an ever-fixed mark&lt;br /&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;br /&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark,&lt;br /&gt;Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;br /&gt;Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come:&lt;br /&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;br /&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;br /&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;br /&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;And also Dylan Thomas' Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night,&lt;br /&gt;Old age should burn and rave at close of day;&lt;br /&gt;Though wise men at their end know dark is right,&lt;br /&gt;Because their words had forked no lightning they&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright&lt;br /&gt;Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,&lt;br /&gt;And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight&lt;br /&gt;Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, my father, there on the sad height,&lt;br /&gt;Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one is the famous poem by Elizabeth Browning &lt;i&gt;How Do I Love Thee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love thee to the depth and breadth and height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love thee to the level of everyday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love thee with a passion put to use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love thee with a love I seemed to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I shall but love thee better after death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the feeling of reading poems and analyzing, understanding them, that just makes me feel like, wow. After every class I feel good when I just read and appreciate poems. I wish others appreciate poetry too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poems taken in the class had deep meanings or are already acclaimed. But the first poem I have actually memorized from first grade is what would be forever memorable. It's from our first grade book, which I forgot the title. My apologies to the publisher and author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;When I was one, my sister was two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;When I was three, my sister was four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;When I was five, my sister was six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Now I'm seven and going to eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Won't someone please tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My sister to wait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-5105558513149003992?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5105558513149003992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=5105558513149003992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5105558513149003992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5105558513149003992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2009/10/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-3016088853461397919</id><published>2009-10-19T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:32:43.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>writing on your hometown</title><content type='html'>I just finished editing one of my papers due on Tuesday (which is technically tomorrow since it's 12:06 am as typing this sentence). It's the travel story I had to do on one place I've visited, since our class was able to have a common "field trip" with our professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Prof. thought it was ok for me to write about my being a "tourist in my hometown" two summers back. The other week I was plurking and posting in Facebook about how my travel story was morphing into a food review. Made sense since I was typing it at around this time when my tummy was beginning to grumble. But as affirmed by Ate Coco, stories written about Vigan do turn into stories of food trips. I love Vigan food. I grew up eating them but I'll never get tired of pinakbet, Vigan longganiza, miki, pipian, sinanglao, Vigan empanada, bagnet, and kinilaw na ipon. Thinking about Vigan really doesn't simply trigger nostalgia, but hunger pangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realize that when you write about something you're interested in, you're more likely to tell more about it. So therefore, my travel story is now four pages long, single-space. I love it, the longest article I'll pass for this semester next to the interpretive feature (with a required number of at least 8 pages, double-spaced).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue editing two more stories, and go to school tomorrow (or later when the sun rises?) to find them dam experts. Yay for productivity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I could publish my papers here? Maybe, just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*photo upload fail.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-3016088853461397919?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3016088853461397919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=3016088853461397919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3016088853461397919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3016088853461397919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-on-your-hometown.html' title='writing on your hometown'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-4380435164063956650</id><published>2009-10-13T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:04:49.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streetcar Named Desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: auto; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; width: auto;"&gt;I stopped everything I was doing a while ago to clear my mind. And this is what I came about: desire. What is desire? Jamieson-Fausset-Brown says it's actually means lust in the original translation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Lust arising from one's own temperament and habit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered that film we "watched" in Film100, the old Streetcar Named Desire. The most memorable line would be of course, Stanley Kowalski shouting "Stella!!!!" Haha. The movie's quote on desire:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blanche DuBois:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;You're married to a madman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stella:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wish you'd stop taking it for granted that I'm in something I want to get out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blanche DuBois:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;What you are talking about is desire - just brutal Desire. The name of that rattle-trap streetcar that bangs through the Quarter, up one old narrow street and down another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stella:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haven't you ever ridden on that streetcar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blanche Du Bois&lt;/b&gt;: It brought me here. Where I'm not wanted and where I'm ashamed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stella:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't you think your superior attitude is a little out of place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blanche DuBois:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;May I speak plainly?... If you'll forgive me, he's common... He's like an animal. He has an animal's habits. There's even something subhuman about him. Thousands of years have passed him right by, and there he is. Stanley Kowalski, survivor of the Stone Age, bearing the raw meat home from the kill in the jungle. And you - you here waiting for him. Maybe he'll strike you or maybe grunt and kiss you, that's if kisses have been discovered yet. His poker night you call it. This party of apes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/1951/posters/streetcar_named_desire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.impawards.com/1951/posters/streetcar_named_desire.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Blanche was pertaining to Stella's husband Stanley. So what is the movie all about? Blanche ad Stella are sisters. Blanche is crazy, and gets to move in to her sister's house. Now Stanley is a cruel man who plays poker with his buddies in Stella's house. Tension builds up and they find out Blanche is indeed crazy. Worse happened when Stanley rapes Blanche (although it wasn't explicit in the movie). The story ends with Blanche being taken away, and Stanley shouting "STELLAAAA!!" to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Oh desire. That streetcar that comes banging on one street corner, then to another. It takes you to places where you do not want to be, and you regret finding yourself in. Desire, the streetcar headed for destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Note: By desire, I meant lust in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Quote from Streetcar Named Desire from&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0044081/quotes" style="color: #0b5eb4; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0044081/quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Image from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/1951/streetcar_named_desire.html"&gt;http://www.impawards.com/1951/streetcar_named_desire.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-4380435164063956650?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4380435164063956650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=4380435164063956650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4380435164063956650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/4380435164063956650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2009/10/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-5318212227340674828</id><published>2009-05-23T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:47:17.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ako Mismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;I now rarely watch TV. Who needs TV when you have internet? XD So when I first saw the tv ad with people (ordinary and celebrities) saying their pledges, I just said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Ano yan?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't cross my mind again until a friend sent me a link while we were talking in Facebook. He told me to visit &lt;a href="http://www.akomismo.org/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site. I didn't mind the link. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Anuba. Sabi ko pahingi ng energy pack para sa Mafia ko tapos sesend-an mo ko ng link?&lt;/span&gt; When the energy pack came, only then did I bother asking him what the link was. After an hour, I clicked the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What welcomed me into the site was the page asking for what I'll do. It was a fill-in-the-blanks pop quiz. "Ako mismo ____." Then it was asking for my name. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Che. Hindi ako nagppledge at naglalagay ng pangalan ko ng basta-basta ano. Duhr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Pag pledge kasi d ba kelangan pinapanindigan?.&lt;/span&gt; Plus, i didn't even know how it works. Haha. (Plus, the screaming color red was such an eyesore.) I clicked the Wall of Commitments first. What were the celebrities saying in the ads? Si Chris Tiu, sya raw mismo magmamahal sa mga taga-La Salle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got to the Wall, napa-"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;ano naman to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" ako with matching taas ng kaliwang kilay. "Ako mismo surf the site." "Ako mismo kaya ko to." "Ako mismo bibili ako nian!... astigg eh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May mga makabuluhan naman, syempre. Mga tipong "Ako mismo susunod sa mga batas-trapiko." "Ako mismo, magsisilbi sa Pilipinas pagka-gradweyt ko." "Ako mismo, boboto sa 2010."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero ayun lang, yung iba trip lang yung pag-pledge. Kahit sabihin nating may mga (or maraming) seryoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of now, 9:31pm, 118,041 ang total pledges sa site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hindi ako kasama sa pledges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syempre curious ako kung anong may pakana ng movement na ito. Hehe. Sabi sa 'Who's behind Ako Mismo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"The spirit behind AKO MISMO is DDB Cares, the corporate social responsibility arm of the DDB Group in the Philippines, a group of companies engaged in the business of communications. For many years now, DDB Cares has championed advocacies it firmly believes in: protecting the environment, supporting the rights of women, the education of children, voting responsibly, to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;DDB Cares believes there is an urgent need to bring hope to Filipinos, particularly the youth, in the face of growing cynicism that is heightened by the current political, economic, social and moral crises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also believe that most Filipinos still desire change and would like to overcome the manifestation of hopelessness which is apathy. This change can emanate from the power of the individual contributing in small, meaningful ways and building up to a collective effort that can change the nation." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;-from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akomismo.org/main.php?s=whois"&gt;http://www.akomismo.org/main.php?s=whois&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youth nga ang target nya. Advocacy. To change the nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kanina pinost ko sa Plurk, "Why are we so poor?" Hindi ko naman ineexpect na may someone na sasagot sakin in full detail na as if alam nya lahat tungkol sa ekonomiya ng Pilipinas. Kaya ko lang naman pinlurk yun kasi kakatapos ko lang basahin yung librong kulay fuschia na ang title ay "Why are we so poor?" I remembered PolSci14 under Prof. Pilapil. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Omigosh I remember these figures! Parang pinahang readings ng PolSci14!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes we're poor. Compared sa mga neighbors natin. Dati mas ok economy natin sa kanila. Pero ngayon... Projected din na in the long run, mas mapag-iiwanan pa tayo.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; Poor us&lt;/span&gt;. (kawawa tayo. mahirap tayo.) Ang sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ako? Anong gagawin ko?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Buy Pinoy. Pero let's face it, hanggang kaya lang. Kasi bilang import-dependent tayo, kahit sabihing dito yan gawa, yung materyales imported pa rin. So sinusuportahan pa rin ang imported goods. Tapos, mas mura ang gawang-China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Boboto ako sa 2010. Di nga pa nga lang alam kung sino. At di pa pala ako registered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Magreregister ako para makaboto sa 2010. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Magpapaka-tino ako sa pag-aaral para di nasasayang ang tax ng taumbayan. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Pagka-graduate ko, dito ako sa Pilipinas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapos yung pagsunod sa mga batas, pagsunod sa mga magulang at authorities. Pagdadasal para sa bansa. Staying happy and hopeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May mga malalagay pala ako sa Ako Mismo,e. Bat nga ba ako di nagp-pledge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy hindi naman sa tinatamad ako. XP  Ano lang kasi... I can cite (or make up) a lot of reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang point lang naman ay sabihin mo kung anong gagawin mo. Public declaration. Eh ano pa ba tong blog post na to? Ayoko ng redundant. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapos di lahat seryoso. Ayoko na makihalo sa kanila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pag pledge kasi feeling ko obligado ako. I do things because I want to, not just because I'm obliged to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At ayoko rin ng bandwagon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayan may mga rason ako. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Di mo ko mapipilit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from my multiply blog. I find it too long that I got lazy translating it to plain English (oh the code switching!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-5318212227340674828?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5318212227340674828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=5318212227340674828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5318212227340674828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5318212227340674828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ako-mismo.html' title='Ako Mismo'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-745452081951239356</id><published>2009-04-18T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:03:20.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poor cats, poor guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(15, 35, 2);   font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:12px;"&gt;The "serial cat killer" UP student is all over the net. Well, not really, the Ted Failon thing is mainstream. But that's not the point.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can one brutally kill cats just because he wants to? I myself don't like cats. Sure they're cute - but only if they stay away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one to kill cats or be a serial cat killer is scary. It's crazy. It's psycho. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;But to even blog about it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png" /&gt; There must be something wrong with this guy, aside from his being a cat killer, that is. What bothers me is the idea that when one does &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;something bad&lt;/span&gt; a crime, isn't he supposed to get rid of all the evidence. To not get caught? Hello? But he even bragged about it in his blog in Multiply. With that, I am deeply bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, advocates of animal rights are after him. He violated the animal welfare act. People are calling for his suspension and even expulsion from school. People (imcluding me) think he has some mental disorder. He mentioned names of some friends, and now they're looking for them too. And of course, he's pop-u-lar now that people know his name,  what he did, even his picture's being spread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pity all the cats this guy killed. Who knows how many poor kitties suffered from his brutish killings?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;more than I pity the cats, I pity the person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's because I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(ang feeler ko lang talaga) that this guy has some mental disorder. His life could be, actually it's already in the process of being, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ruined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's never right to kill animals just because one wants to. Further, this isn't a simple issue of killing cats, but of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;being able to commit such violence without batting an eyelash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's brutal, ruthless, psycho, whatever you call it. Psycho serial killers start by killing cats so this case does call for immediate serious action. Take him to a psychiatrist, make him responsible for whatever crime he committed... What's important is that he gets treated with proper medication and rehabilitation. I believe that one can change. In this case, with proper treatment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't need to broadcast to the whole world that this person is heartless. Pure evil. Condemn the act, not the person. (Same as saying hate the smoke, but love the smoker.) Isn't it bad enough he'll be facing charges? Or that he's mentally ill?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm no animal rights activist, obviously. I one blogged about a crazy idea that vegetarians might be contributing a great deal to global warming. (And it's not because they're hot, duh.) But of course the blog was a joke. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I salute animal lovers, and those who fight for animal welfare. But I sympathize more with people than with animals. I dunno, am I the only person who finds people more loveable than animals? Well, no. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has a soft spot for humans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;So anyway, all I wanted to say, really, is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt; Take the serial cat killer, have him treated by a psychiatrist.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero wag nyo namang itrato yung tao na parang demonyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-745452081951239356?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593340671911995521.post-3883391309031520895</id><published>2008-12-05T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:49:42.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mafi's Extreme Karaoke Songlist</title><content type='html'>feel free to suggest other songs. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Once More&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alone&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Careless Whispers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zombie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You For The Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total Eclipse of the Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unbreak My Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 Minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly, Madly, Deeply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When You Say Nothing At All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wannabe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of Reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes When We Touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closer You and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lips of an Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the Inspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. DJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out Of Nothing At All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNew I Loved You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King and Queen of Hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Don't You and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Power of Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Less Lonely People in the World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umiiyak ang Puso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magkasuyo Buong Gabi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spolarium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basang Basa Sa Ulan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss na Miss Kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huling Elbimbo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-3883391309031520895?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3883391309031520895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=3883391309031520895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/3883391309031520895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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What language is spoken in France?&lt;br&gt;    _________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Woul you ask William Shakespeare to&lt;br&gt;    O build a bridge&lt;br&gt;    O sail the ocean&lt;br&gt;    O lead an army&lt;br&gt;    O WRITE A PLAY&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. What religion is the pope?&lt;br&gt;    O Jewish&lt;br&gt;    O Catholic&lt;br&gt;    O Hindu&lt;br&gt;    O Polish&lt;br&gt;    O Agnostic&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. What are the poepl in America's far north called?&lt;br&gt;    O Westerners&lt;br&gt;    O Southerners&lt;br&gt;    O Northerners&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Six kings of England have been called George, the last one being George the Sixth. Name the previous five.&lt;br&gt;    __________________________&lt;br&gt;    __________________________&lt;br&gt;    __________________________&lt;br&gt;    __________________________&lt;br&gt;    __________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. How many commandments was Moses given (approximately)?&lt;br&gt;    ______________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Can you explain Einstein's Theory of Relativity?&lt;br&gt;    O Yes&lt;br&gt;    O No&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. What are coat hangers used for?&lt;br&gt;    __________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Explain Le Chatlier's Principle of Dynamic Equilibrium or spell your name in CAPITAL LETTERS.&lt;br&gt;    __________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Advanced math: If you have three apples,  how many apples do you have?&lt;br&gt;    ________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You must correcty answer three or more questions to qualify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;from page 225 of Sean Covey's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tawa lang,a! ito ang page sa book review na natawa talaga ako, so sineshare ko. haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;⁫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;⁫ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;⁫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;⁫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";"&gt;⁫&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593340671911995521-5229119350244377941?l=sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5229119350244377941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6593340671911995521&amp;postID=5229119350244377941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5229119350244377941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593340671911995521/posts/default/5229119350244377941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweettoothfairy.blogspot.com/2008/05/college-entrance-exam.html' title='College Entrance Exam'/><author><name>maf-maf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13523400269874834455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ef2lefjNU/TYjm-aCEF_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/D4V0pd4wnUo/s220/DSC_0241%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
