<?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-8107194</id><updated>2012-02-13T00:31:08.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gUmBiLiCiOuS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-112571965976060161</id><published>2005-09-03T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:54:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work mode</title><content type='html'>it's saturday morning and i am working.  with kiel right now in mitc monitoring and evaluating the cascades of our ambassadors.  will go to la salle in a while.  hehe, road trip na naman.  we did manila a couple of days ago and visited san beda and letran.  it's been fun so far pero aksaya sa gas...ek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been a blog person as of late...haven't had a lot of time to just bum around and reflect.  but i guess i'm due a post or two :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has been going on in my life these past few months.  work has been hectic, but manageable and fun.  family is good, enjoying my little niece and watching her slowly grow bigger and bigger.  love...well let's just say, finally there is something (or someone??)  in that department.  overall, i'm healthy, happy and well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay, everyone's been so supportive with my present situation.  about time that i get to have a story of my own??  :)  i so love my friends.  in a matter of hours, it'll be a month since it all started.  that moment of empowerment, courage and kawalang-hiyaan..hehe.  up to now, i can't believe that i took charge of the situation, and got what i want.  30 days later, still no regrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to continue this in a while.  need to visit another room. hehe..baka sa la salle ko na to ituloy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-112571965976060161?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112571965976060161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=112571965976060161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/112571965976060161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/112571965976060161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2005/09/work-mode.html' title='work mode'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-111829143193977276</id><published>2005-06-09T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T12:30:31.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've risen from the depths of the corporate world</title><content type='html'>it's been almost five months since i last posted a message, or even visited this site.  i guess the main reason why i started this blog in the first place no longer exists.  no more bumming around and trying to figure out what to do today.  i'm currently in miriam college's computer lab, facilitating our last set of training for a program i'm handling for microsoft (FSAP).  since this is a technical training (about asp.net...what the hell?)  i'm bored senseless.  the people around me speak a different kind of language (computer geeks anyone?)  good thing, their lab is connected to the internet or i'd have been sleeping my ass off (like i phoenix one).  so to ward off the drowsiness caused by not knowing what the hell the trainer is talking about and drinking a very icky cough syrup, i've been looking into my friendster and blog.  surprise, surprise, very few of my blog friend's have been updating their blog content.  i guess we're all immersed in our working lives and have very little time to surf the net and put our two cents worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have about 4 or 5 hours to spare here.  tick. tock. tick. tock.  just want to go home and sleep.  even if i'm already recovering from the nasty flu i had last week, i still don't feel like interacting with people.  the smiles, the conversations, the small talk.  i'm just...not in the mood for it right now.  and my great boss just left me to have lunch out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet are killing me.  why do i always have to wear heels?  to hell with corporate attire.  give me casual clothes anytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the weekend.  i'm going out of town with high school friends.  the long overdue outing.  it was postponed last weekend becasue i was sick and i was supposed to bring the car.  hopefully no mishaps this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh...lunch time.  will coem back again later.  don't want anyone reading this in this lab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-111829143193977276?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111829143193977276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-110571238253917920</id><published>2005-01-14T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T22:19:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;"&gt;i've just survived the third day of being part of the workforce.  i started work at People Ignite in makati last wednesday and i'm still getting used to the hours...for someone who has been unemployed for a certain time, waking up early and staying awake throughout the day is not an easy feat.  the company i'm working for is a micro company which specializes in soft skills training for different companies.  it's been fun so far and i'm really looking forward to the following weeks... we're booked crazy for the next two months which means goodbye sleep and relaxation!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i get to see some friends again at erix's party (i'm updating as per your request!!) and i'm really looking forward to it...haven't seen these people for the longest time and it would be nice to catch up!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, so much for my entry..walang kwenta...can't think of anything else to put here...i'm soooo tired i'm kinda falling asleep while typing this....better hit the sheets to get some of my deserved sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-110571238253917920?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110571238253917920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=110571238253917920' title='0 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new year...and i promised myself i'd start anew...i'm tired of lazing around the house without an idea on what i'd like to do with my life...i will not permit myself to be jobless come march, where i'll be competing with another batch of fresh graduates. so i have to get off my lazy ass and find myself a job that would at least give me experience and take a step towards discovering what i really want to do. that's my new year's resolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it seems that i'd be fulfilling my resolution early...very early. i had an interview with a training/ development company (a small one) last friday. i did part time work for the company last year and it seems that i have a chance of working there full-time. i have to give my decision tomorrow. i had to discuss it with my parents because there's a slight hitch with the job offer. the job is very,very good experience and exposure wise...and since i've already worked with the company before, i know that it could be lots of fun and difficult too. and i'm all for that. the only problem is that it's not very financially rewarding. as i've said, it's just a small company...but i'm not having reservations because i want loads of money right away. it's just that when i estimated my expenses (if i take the job), versus my income, then i'd would be in between breaking even and being in debt with my parents. hahaha...just when i thought i'd be making my own moolah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tomorrow's d-day and i'm inclined to take it...my mom said that if i really scrimped and sacrifice some stuff, then i might just be able to make it work. and they're still willing to feed me, so that's one less thing to worry about...hahaha...anyway, it's a challenge isnt' it? would be a nice change from being safe and logical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-110527679928053120?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110527679928053120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=110527679928053120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110527679928053120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110527679928053120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-decision.html' title='a new year&apos;s decision'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-110353459306764077</id><published>2004-12-20T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T17:23:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i don't know what it is this year but i just don't feel the christmas spirit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;all the things around me are very colorful and christmas-y but i just can't feel the excitement and joy that usually engulfs me whenever this season is upon us.  (ok, one exception...i do feel it whenever i drink peppermint mocha from starbucks..weird, noh?)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;maybe it's because i'm not in school anymore and i miss the rush that comes with xmas vacation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;maybe it's because this year, i haven't participated in the planning of our annual high school xmas party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;maybe it's because for the very first time, i don't have my sister with me in our room and i miss the times when we'd talk about the gifts we'd be giving our friends and the parties we go to every year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;whatever the reason is...i hope i get over it soon...preferably before christmas... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-110353459306764077?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110353459306764077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=110353459306764077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110353459306764077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110353459306764077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dont-know-what-it-is-this-year-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-110310372680037169</id><published>2004-12-15T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T17:42:06.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I’ve hit an all time low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lack of anything to do, I have been reduced to stamp collecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my friends, stamp collecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my mom gave me a stamp album and a paper bag full of old cards and letters. And since I have all this free time, it wouldn’t hurt to organize it for her. So I did. It was kind of fun going through all of the stuff she gave me. Old cards from when my dad was working abroad, postcards form different parts of the world, travel brochures and all kinds of souvenirs. Of course I had to cut out the stamps, soak it in water and let it dry so that it could go into the album. The other stuff I saved so that I could make a scrapbook of all the places my family has been in before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished I couldn’t believe haw many stamps we had collected over the years. There were stamps from here, Canada, U.S., Nigeria, Italy, Australia, India, Liberia, Somalia, and other African countries. You see, before I was born, my dad worked abroad as an engineer, while my mom worked for the Philippine ambassador in Nigeria. My sister even studied there for two years. After that my dad got transferred to New Jersey. The other stamps were from relatives and friends from all around. I thought it was pretty cool after I’ve finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the effect of unemployment on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still the collection of bills and coins from different countries that I haven’t even started on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on my job interview this Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-110310372680037169?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110310372680037169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=110310372680037169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110310372680037169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110310372680037169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-think-ive-hit-all-time-low.html' title=''/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-110179748680505219</id><published>2004-11-30T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T14:56:45.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rosalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; creates the urge to be self-expressive and philosophical, but we point out that it limits self-expression and friendly congeniality creating loneliness. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the liver, bloodstream, heart, lungs and bronchial area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The name of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rosalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; has given you an appreciation for many beautiful and refined aspects of life--music and art, literature, drama--and the outdoors, where you find much peace and relaxation, but it creates a far too sensitive nature. You sense and feel much that you do not understand, and sometimes you are alarmed at your thoughts and wonder about their origin. You rarely experience the tranquility that comes with stability of thinking or emotional control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.kalabrians.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-110179748680505219?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110179748680505219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=110179748680505219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110179748680505219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110179748680505219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/name-rosalie-creates-urge-to-be-self.html' title=''/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-110085476540928736</id><published>2004-11-19T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T16:59:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;"&gt;it's pure and utter chaos in our house today.  half a dozen spotted men running around, bits of tiles and wood flying around, and paint fumes clogging my nose.  yes, my mom has decided our house needs a new look just in time for christmas.  and since my sister moved out last week..i now have my own room!   choosing the color shouldn't have been a problem for me since all my life i've only had one favorite color: blue! but my stupid brother already had that color and i didn't want us having the same one.  so i chose the next acceptable one.  i asked my mom if they could paint it light purple of lavender.  my mom said sure! we even deliberated with a pamphlet of paint colors and we agreed on it before i left for the day.  but of course, to my lovely dismay, my room is now colored light pink, with very bright pink closets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, there's absolutely nothing wrong with pink.  it's just that, i'm really not much of a pink person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it won't be that bad.  the guy said that he'll put another coating of paint to make it a bit darker.  in the meantime, i've been displaced to my mom's room and the whole house is in disarray.  all of my stuff are scattered either at my brother's room, mom's room or outside.  i almost forgot to get clothes from my closet to change into for the next few days, because by tomorrow, no one is allowed to enter the room for the floor tiles to dry and set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to decorate my own room!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-110085476540928736?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110085476540928736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=110085476540928736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110085476540928736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110085476540928736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-pure-and-utter-chaos-in-our-house.html' title=''/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-110050935476323476</id><published>2004-11-15T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T17:02:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i've just finished watching the fourth episode of the new show 'lost' starring matthew fox. it's sooooo fucking good. i remember the time when i just got hooked on 'alias' and you just wanted to watch an episode over and over again. same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the show is about a group of plane crash survivors stranded on an island trying to cope with not only the unknown on the island, but also each other. sounds like the reality show eh? it's definitely far from it. huge beasts, creepy transmissions...it's just the beginning. i started watching the show when i was in the US, and lucky for me, my media-crazy cousin from canada (bless him), recorded me some of the episodes i've missed since then. i just wish cable networks in asia (calling on axn, star world and i'd also include studio 23) would have the good sense to pick up this show soon!!! please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;it's safe to say that j.j. abrams is a fucking genius. having created 'felicity' (hey, it was a hit for a time) and 'alias', this guy knows his stuff. now with 'lost', i'm sure it's only a matter of time before he conquers the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;another new show worth mentioning is 'desperate housewives'. it's one of those' guilty pleasures' you just can't help but watch. it's funny, entertaining and intriguing, what more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;now i'm sad coz i now have to wait to see new seasons of my favorite shows like the o.c., gilmore girls, csi, charmed and smallville. this sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;it's just frustrating that we have to wait months even years to watch new episodes of shows we've come to love. how come we get survivor simulcast? that's just wrong. i stopped watching that show after africa. it got boring. unlike amazing race which comes up with something interesting everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ha! does anybody think i watch too much tv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-110050935476323476?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110050935476323476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=110050935476323476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110050935476323476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110050935476323476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/ive-just-finished-watching-fourth.html' title=''/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-110043139670769074</id><published>2004-11-14T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T19:23:16.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a few more weeks and i am yet again a year older. but then i know i don't feel as though i've been growing up unlike most of my friends. for most of this year i've been living like i haven't got a care in the world. i have no job (sorry but i don't count tutoring english and science in my neighborhood once a week as a serious job), and i've just spent the past two months visiting relatives halfway across the globe. now i'm feeling this queasy sensation at the pit of my stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i'm turning 21, adult and legal in every sense, and still i feel like a thirteen year old girl with big dreams and a hazy future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i wish i'd snap out of this funky mood before i get all sentimental and emotional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-110043139670769074?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110043139670769074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=110043139670769074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110043139670769074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110043139670769074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/few-more-weeks-and-i-am-yet-again-year.html' title=''/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-110022151448633211</id><published>2004-11-12T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T09:05:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homeward bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;things i miss most:&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2) my pillows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3) my computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4) home cooked meals by ate jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5) marlboro lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;being away for six weeks is fun and exciting. but for a gal who has never been away from home for more than a month, all i can say is that 'screw it, i wanna go home!!' sad but true. homesickness will indeed get to you. traveling will definitely be in my plans in the future, but the fact is, nothing beats being at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-110022151448633211?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110022151448633211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=110022151448633211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110022151448633211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/110022151448633211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/homeward-bound.html' title='homeward bound'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109906127568530567</id><published>2004-10-29T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:47:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the canadian life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it's been exactly a month since i left the philippines. and everyone's telling me to stay until christmas...ha! i already have like a room and everything here...shempre i just smile and say 'we'll see...' right now i'm excited about halloween!! i even helped with the house decorations and stuff!! we're going trick or treat-ing on sunday..and i think to a party afterwards...i've been having this sweet tooth since i got to canada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the wedding we went to was beautiful...my cousins were really pretty and the whole thing was such an experience...there was dancing after the reception and open bar...magic words..hehe...my cousins friends keep pulling me to the dance floor and keeps handing me drinks...good thing i didn't get real drunk...still had to walk outside in the cold towards our cottage...by 1230, i was sleepy and my feet were killing me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this week is shopping week...we've been to every mall i think and i have no idea how we're gonna fit all our luggage...the dilemmas of a traveler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;next week is my cousin's 35th bday..its gonna be karaoke night and lots of drinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm gonna be majorly fat when i get home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-109906127568530567?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109820517586837984</id><published>2004-10-20T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T04:16:16.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i've spent weeks trying to write an entry on describing my new york experience but i keep on coming up empty.  that's why i'm gonna skip that and i guess keep it between me and the city.  oh, i did the usual tourist stuff, but i'm finding it too boring to mention everything...(well, i'm stretching the truth..i'm actually too lazy to type everything..hehe) so, after a week in new york...we're off to canada...three weeks...and then i get to go home again!!! yay!! i can't wait!! i'm dying to go home...i can't take the cold anymore...i miss the sun!! well..i'm counting the days!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109771828343148878</id><published>2004-10-14T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T09:44:43.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>directionally challenge</title><content type='html'>i have a bad sense of direction. that's why i need a navigator when driving into both known and unknown territory. my friends can atest to this. so now tell me the answer to this equation i'll post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me + a very panicky and nervous mom + new york subway = ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a very difficult equation is it? but such a funny and scary adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-109771828343148878?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/109771828343148878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=109771828343148878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109771828343148878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109771828343148878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/10/directionally-challenge.html' title='directionally challenge'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109755506800456968</id><published>2004-10-12T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T09:38:43.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jersey girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;ever watched miss congeniality? remember when michael caine asked sandra bullock why they call new jersey the garden state? i've always wondered the answer tp that question. now i know. i’ts like a damn forest out there. everywhere you go, you’re surrounded by at least a dozen giant trees. it’s amazing to look at during the fall. the colors are just vibrant and appealing. different shades of yellow, orange, and green. but that’s during the day. it’s a different story at night. i was actually afraid to go to sleep. well, if you know me, my imagination’s kinda overactive. i can visualize the trees closing in on me and suffocating me until i can’t breathe. i had my own room in my uncle’s house so it was all the more scary. quiet and dark, you can hear the animals chirping and the wind talking. thank goodness we only stayed there for three days. it was possibly the most boring state there is. nothing to do or visit. aside from atlantic city, there was nothing else to do but sleep. and atlantic city wasn’t really all that spectacular. after experiencing vegas? it was anti-climactic. won $50 though. that was something. and got carded. hahaha..the floor manager said i was baby-faced. what a boost to my ego. but after that, jersey’s a bust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i’m now in new york and i still can’t put into words how much i’m loving this city. i’ll probably do that entry when i get to Canada. Or maybe later this week. weather’s a bitch. it’s crazy cold and i’ve started layering. it’s bound to be colder coz we’re expecting rains. i’m looking forward to the adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-109755506800456968?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/109755506800456968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=109755506800456968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109755506800456968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109755506800456968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/10/jersey-girl.html' title='jersey girl'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109755456305236140</id><published>2004-10-12T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T12:16:03.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a surge of patriotism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i never thought i was patriotic enough unlike some of my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;that's why i was quite surprised when i felt this indescribable anger while watching a show in las vegas.  i mentioned it in my previous entry...the one with society of seven and lani misalucha?? it was a great show...but the ending was where i got pissed off.  it was a simple thing they did really...they sung that 'i love america' song (don't really know the title) basta they went on and on, on how they loved america and how much they owed the motherland and all that shit.  i swear, i was rooted to my chair while all the people around me were clapping their hands and standing.  to think these performers are filipinos.  i was outraged to see them sing it with all their hearts.  except for lani misalucha...i heard the first time she sang it she was crying and didn't want to finish it.  that made me feel better.  at least one of them still had brains.  pero the anger i felt was overwhelming.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;that's when i realized...despite how difficult life in the philippines may be...i'd never wish to live anywhere else...travelling is fun, yes..pero hinahanap-hanap ko talaga ang pilipinas.   i thought i wouldn't hesitate to leave given a great opportunity.  pero here i am, on another continent, and i can't wait to be back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i'd like to thank my friends who taught me that no matter where i am and what i do, i'll always come back to the only place i can call home...(eek..that sounds like a song, sorry guys...feeling real senti here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-109755456305236140?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109700454141743346</id><published>2004-10-06T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T07:42:02.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tale of two cities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's been a week since i've been in the land of the free...i've been feeling all kinds of homesickness..and it's only been a week!! pano kaya ako tatagal ng 1 and 1/2 months!!! it's freaking cold here as in..i'm not used to the weather...it's so cold, my pores hurt from constant goosebumps. i'm shaking while typing this entry...and it's 10 o'clock in the morning!! i'm in union city CA right now and we've been to dozens of sights and we're not stopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;san francisco, california&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the US of A welcomed me with freezing winds and foggy roads. there's a reason they call it the 'foggy city'. it's scary to drive especially at night...you really can't see a thing. too bad it was too foggy when we went up the twin peaks...no view of the city...same thing when we went to the golden gate...i have pictures with fog all around me. buti na lang we went back to the golden gate and got better pics (saw a cute guy there too, hehe)...we also did the whole tourist thing...cable cars, chinatown, fisherman's wharf...the whole hoopla...after that, we went to another aunt's house in union city CA (san francisco suburbs) and got ready to go to vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh..here are some shots from SF :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/rose_1524/rose.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from left to right, top to bottom: crooked road, me and my mom in the streets of SF, me with a cable car, alcatraz, golden gate bridge, san mateo bridge (one of the longest bridges in the US)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;las vegas, nevada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's not a wonder why i'm still nursing coughs and colds during our entire trip so far. from the humid weather of the philippines, my body thrown into absolute shock because of the cold weather. then after a few days, we got to vegas, and once again it was hot. skin-burning hot. even if the wind was cool, the heat was just really unrelenting. but that doesn't take away the wonder that is las vegas. it ain't called the 'sin city' for nothing. it is the ultimate treat for people who wants to relax and let loose. where else can you see people walking in the streets holding a beer bottle on one hand, and a cigarette on the other, on their way to gamble??? there are absolutely no 'no smoking' signs in sight. magugulat ka na lang, mag-checheck-in na lang yung mga tao, may yosi pang hawak. pero shempre, with my luck, i didn't even get the chance to drink or to smoke. wala as in nada. pero ok lang. nanalo naman ako ng $65 sa slots...hehe! saya noh! i started with $10 and it went up to $75. 25 cent game lang yun ah!! i got my aunt to cash it for me though 'coz some casino guy was looking at me like he was ready to bust me for being underage...hahaha. it was fun gambling with my aunt 'coz everytime she'd win big..i'd always get a $20 'balato'. all in all, i think i lost around $40 to those damned slots. nakaka-addict ang leche!! despite of the money i lost (still bitter about it), i still enjoyed vegas with its bright lights and beautiful hotels. biro mo, nakarating ako sa venice, paris, and new york all in one night!! the themes of all of the hotels were really cool and bawat isa may gimik to attract people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;come sunday, we've finished touring all the hotels worth visiting. it was now time to relax and enjoy the shows that vegas is famous for. first we watched this short show by S.O.S. or society of seven featuring lani misalucha. it was a comedic and entertaining tribute to the city of las vegas. S.O.S. is a group of filipino entertainers that's been together since way before our generation. i enjoyed it, especially when lani imitated celine dion complete with costumes and everything. gayang-gaya nya sobra. shempre my mom, aunt and uncle didn't get why i was laughing my ass off. pero after a few hours, nakuha din nila. we watched celine's 'a new day' at the ceasar's palace hotel after S.O.S. and boy, it was a treat for the eyes....and the ears. shempre given na, na magaling kumanta si celine. pero wow ung effects nila. the background and the flying props were just excellent. grabe. un na lang talaga masasabi ko. and wow. it was a great experience for all of us. sayang we weren't able to see cirque de soleil kase akala nila di namin trip un. sayang. norah jones also had a show but it was for next weekend pa. sayang ulit. pero ok lang. masaya pa rin ung mga shows na pinuntahan namin.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so, i've mentioned the hotels, the shows...now i have to mention the food. grabe. it needs a paragraph of its own. i don't think i've ever eaten so much in my life. for the four days that we were there, lagi kaming kumakain sa buffet. and boy what a buffet. everything you can imagine is there. lumobo na nga ako eh. ahay. the best was the last buffet we went to...it was a seafood buffet at ang sarap grabe. i ate all the tempura i want...and tasted a little bit of everything. i'm not really a big eater, pero nakakahiya naman kung di ka kakain diba? mahal din naman ang binayaran nila dun. so ano pa magagawa ko...edi kain lang ng kain...hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so that's the whole tourist experience. the past few days we've been going around seeing more of california and out shoppin..oh, and don't forget eating...hehe...later we'll be going back to san francisco and tomorrow we're off to new jersey for a whole new experience. that's it for this update and hopefully i can update soon.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;here's some pics form vegas and monterey,california...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/rose_1524/rose2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me and my mom at the bellagio, me at the flamingo gardens, ceasar's palace, the lion at the mgm grand, vegas strip, the flamingo hotel at night (the hotel we stayed at), a view of the seaside at monterey, another nice view (the water is the pacific ocean), a cute squirrel, me and some ghost trees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-109700454141743346?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/109700454141743346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=109700454141743346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109700454141743346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109700454141743346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/10/tale-of-two-cities.html' title='a tale of two cities'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109577315892428155</id><published>2004-09-21T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:51:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama queen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;i didn't cry at my sister's wedding. which is, if you know me well, unusual. i would have imagined myself bawling while giving my speech, while my mom and sister give their speeches as well. but...nada...not a single tear. it's not because i wasn't sad...and definitely not because i didn't care. it's because i was damn sick all through-out that day...i hardly felt anything and it was like i was a robot doing everything i was suppose to do but not actually conscious that i was doing it. i breezed past my speech, hardly tasted any food i ate, and missed most of the program because it was freezing inside the auditorium. ahay..what happened the day after was something i was not expecting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried...it seems that my brain chose to accept everything that happened, 24 hours later...&lt;br /&gt;    -no more late night chats about everything and nothing&lt;br /&gt;    -no more sniping at each other at 9 o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;     -no more raiding each others' closet come gimmick nights&lt;br /&gt;     -no more cooking at 12 midnight just to satisfy a craving&lt;br /&gt;     -no more fighting over the remote on wednesday nights&lt;br /&gt;     -no more sharing a room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a thousand 'no mores' i can enumerate but it'll just make me sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but despite the sadness, i am happy because i see them so in love and content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to my sister lei and my new brother-in-law jun, cheers! may all your days be filled with love and happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postscript:&lt;br /&gt;just wanna share these pics...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/rose_1524/weddingpics.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-109577315892428155?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/109577315892428155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=109577315892428155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109577315892428155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109577315892428155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/09/drama-queen.html' title='drama queen...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109490507021119865</id><published>2004-09-11T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T00:46:18.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past few days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;last friday night i was yet again tagging along fay's family and friends for a night out in the city. i thought i would be held up doing errands that day, but when i found out that i was free for the night, i actually hesitated if i was gonna with them. feeling ko kasi sobrang nag-iimpose na ko sa hospitality nila. weird ko daw sabi ni fay... haha...so go naman ako since i figured i won't be going out again anytime soon. and of course i had a blast. i really enjoyed the company of fay's family friends and relatives. naaliw nga ako sobra kasi nafeel ko talaga na parang part of the family na ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;this experience made me realize that i'm a bit envious of what they have. ate geormie, tita mye, kiko and banjo, even marcel and mardolph...their parents were a barkada in school and until now their still solid. kaya their kids all grew up together and have each other during those family bonanzas we all can't avoid. i feel sad coz i don't really have that. the cousins i have that are close to my age are abroad and the others i see so rarely. so kapag may family bonanza sa bahay namin, after lunch bored na ko. di ako makarelate sa kanila at di sila makarelate sakin. wala din akong maayang gumimik when i'm absolutely bored and want to go out. that's why i'm very thankful i met them and luckily we're kinda close na now. wala lang. ang saya ko lang nun. after that i could imagine me and my friends' kids being the same in the future...it makes me smile. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i was in tutor mode by 10 am. 1 hour lang and i taught science. buti na lang talaga i'm a couch potato. all those trivia i picked up from discovery channel and national geographic came in handy. feeling ko tuloy tingin sakin nung kid na tinuturuan ko genius ako. haha. by 11 i was home again and i went back to sleep. 2 hours after when i woke up, my uncle who came from canada for my sister's wedding just arrived. sad nga ako at wala ako mashado chocolates : ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;after opening all the gifts i got from canada from various relatives, i got ready for the ateneo-feu game. pucha...talo. kahit tv ko lang napanood, sobrang lungkot ko pa rin after. ahay. pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ONE BIG FIGHT&lt;/span&gt; pa rin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;my mom's birthday celebration. family and friends coming over. great food...but as i said in my 'muni-muni' after friday, i got bored after drinking beer with my aunt and the cheering competition (galing ust!! sayang ateneo! galing din natin!!) . so i slept and just woke up for dinner. hay...boring noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"&gt;monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;got up early to edit the avp for the wedding....astig...my sister's friend and i finished it for two hours...we just need to tweak it after...pero i'm excited and happy with the way it turned out. buti na lang nilibre ako ni ate and kuya jun for lunch...that's enough payment for me : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"&gt;tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE BIG FIGHT!!!&lt;/span&gt; we lost against la salle today and everyone really felt sad by it. as in dama naming lahat ung pagkatalo. so much in fact that fay, mon, kate and i went drinking after. kakaiba ung feeling. my atenean heart felt indescribable things. super cheer talaga kme...even if we lost, i'm still very proud to be an atenean, grabe. our discussions turned very senti after that kasi nga sobrang emotional na namin after the game. we talked about basketball, the ateneo (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE ATENEO!! &lt;/span&gt;i can go on and on about how much passion and loyalty i have for my school), and friendships.  eto ang super senti.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(fay, sj, mon and aiko, mahal ko kayo!!)&lt;/span&gt;  i miss all of my friends!!! grabe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;that's the past five days of my life...wow ang haba na pala nito.  o well...next time na ulit...  : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-109490507021119865?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/109490507021119865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=109490507021119865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109490507021119865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109490507021119865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/09/past-few-days.html' title='past few days...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109479465428048851</id><published>2004-09-10T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T13:37:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;why is it that when i finally decided to create my own blog because of boredom...i am suddenly swamped with things to do.  i just spent the first two days of my week looking and choosing tiles and bathroom fixtures for my sister's new house.  half of the time, we were wandering aimlessly around the city to do some last minute shopping for the wedding.  the rest of the week, i've been going out of my mind trying to figure out how to transfer video footage to my computer so i could edit it and produce a nice, and presentable avp.  no luck.  now it's friday, and i just found out i'm going to be spending my day tomorrow editing at my sister's friend's house instead of welcoming my uncle who's arriving from canada.  or, instead of doing what i'd rather be doing on a saturday afternoon...cheering on my school on the last game of the second round eliminations in the UAAP.  it sucks.  big time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i haven't thought of anything else this week aside from the wedding.  and i'm sure it will carry through until next week.  i swear when i get married...i'd go get myslf one of those wedding planners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i guess it's time to stop procrastinating and get back to being my sister's slave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109439739245552393</id><published>2004-09-05T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T13:52:20.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 a.m., woohoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;saturday gimmick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;it's been a while since i last drove home thru EDSA at 4:30 a.m. in the morning. in fact, i think my latest hour was 2 or 3 a.m. and arriving home (well, at least fay's home) at 5 a.m. was an even bigger feat for me. it was such a fun night not having to worry about anything too important, just hanging out and meeting new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;fay, ate geormie, tita mye, marcel, kiko, banjo, jeoff, mardolph, hector and mon (hope i got everyone's names correctly). Had a blast with you guys and hope we could do it again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-109439739245552393?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/109439739245552393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=109439739245552393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109439739245552393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109439739245552393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/09/5-am-woohoo.html' title='5 a.m., woohoo!!'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109427136320735942</id><published>2004-09-04T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:45:49.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant and Rave</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Rants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;wedding panic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153)"&gt;the big day is almost upon us and everyone at our house is at a panic.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i could understand it much more tolerate it because we all want it to be beautiful and a success.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pero pucha, tama ba namang sa akin iasa ang lahat??? buy this, print this, do this… a person can only take so much.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that’s not all.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i just received the footage i’ve been waiting for..hmmm, let me see, for about 3 weeks and they’re expecting me to finish editing it this week.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;saya noh?? and to top it all of, i just had this conversation with my sister:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;sis: rose, fitting ni ma mamaya kay dana, ikaw magdrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;rose:&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; d&lt;/span&gt;i ako pwede, punta ako debut later. sinabi ko na kay ma. monday na lang daw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;sis: (with the most annoying look she could make)&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ano? uunahin mo pa yun??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;diba kakainis? walk-out tuloy ako.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my story doesn’t end there.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;five minutes later, i see her packing her swimsuit and she asks me where was the overnight bag i used before.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;f@&amp;amp;#ing sh*t!!! priorites my ass!!!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i swear nagdilim ata paningin ko nun…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;thursday’s game&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;i really don’t mind losing. of course i’ll feel sad and frustrated, but i don’t mind it. last thursday was a different story. it wasn’t won fairly. i’d be the first one to congratulate UP because they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;are improving and are really playing as a team. in fact, i’ve rooted for them on a couple of their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;past games. both teams played well. but it was those damn referees that made the game. of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;course the players and their emotions played a part, but those referees…tsk, tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Raves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;seeing friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;despite losing the basketball game, thursday was not a day to be sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;my spirits were lifted because I got to spend time with friends I’ve missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;fay, myself, mon, erix, bobs, kaia, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;dandan ate at dinky’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;after the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;haay, kakamiss na talaga yung days where we just hung out at starbuck’s in between and after classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;tutorial sessions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;had a good session with my kid today.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we’re making progress.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at least he doesn’t feel the urge to stand up and do something else every two minutes anymore…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;cams’ debut&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;looking forward to it. haven’t been out in looooooong time. and I get to see sj today!! miss ko na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;sobra si sweets!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-109427136320735942?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/109427136320735942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=109427136320735942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109427136320735942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109427136320735942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/09/rant-and-rave.html' title='Rant and Rave'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107194.post-109393642984138858</id><published>2004-08-31T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T15:53:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain's exercise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;five months into unemployment and my synapses are overflowing with rust from non-use. well, non-challenging use. i'm bored. for the past five months, i've cleaned my closet at least 12 times, beat my high score record in minesweeper, collapse and text twist at least 5 times, and almost memorized the dialogue in all of the episodes of FRIENDS season 9. do i need to further describe how bored i am?&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to try something new.   this is my something new.  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me four days to come up with this entry. FOUR DAYS. apparently my brain needs that much time to produce three paragraphs of babbling. pathetic. hopefully, this would help me recapture my ability of putting coherent ideas together. good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. please bear with the design of this blog...i'm still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8107194-109393642984138858?l=gumbilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/109393642984138858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8107194&amp;postID=109393642984138858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109393642984138858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8107194/posts/default/109393642984138858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbilicious.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-brains-exercise.html' title='My brain&apos;s exercise...'/><author><name>rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766211969109145615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
