<?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-3484597384562356001</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:37:23.668-08:00</updated><category term='THE BOY WHO CRIED CHOS'/><category term='music'/><category term='juiin'/><category term='jp'/><category term='monique'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='Fuck you'/><category term='leandro tan'/><category term='fat'/><category term='BADAFPUNK'/><category term='gowns'/><category term='L.'/><title type='text'>just another blog.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484597384562356001.post-3095171329762328711</id><published>2011-08-22T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T07:14:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the choice.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I'm sure we've all been curious about a few things here and there, homosexuality and bisexuality being some of them. We all have those questions that we just itch to ask, but sometimes are too shy to do so. But we noticed that when it came to asking them the questions, we couldn't really think of what we wanted to know. We were stuck thinking... What did we always want to ask them again? I guess it's because in the moment when you actually get to ask those questions, all those random ones you've always wanted to ask, disappear. So this made it hard for us to actually come up with good questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had to interview two gay guys, two lesbians and two bisexuals. One paminta, and one effem for the gay. One butch and one femme for the lesbian. And of course, one girl and one guy for the bisexual. It was actually hard because most of the people we tried to contact were all too shy to be interviewed. Maybe because most of them didn't really want the whole world to know or something, but it is their choice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We weren't able to ask all of them the same questions while at the same time, some questions they just refused to answer or were not applicable to them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The people we interviewed are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Josel: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Effem&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ted: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bisexual guy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kenneth: &amp;nbsp;Paminta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mia: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Femme&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Alyssa: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bisexual girl&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aish: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Butch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When did you first know you weren't straight?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Josel: 1st year high school&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ted: I suddenly had a crush on a boy/guy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kenneth: When I was 15 years old&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mia: In high school when a girl had a crush on me. I guess I realized I liked her too?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Alyssa: When I was 17.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aish: Ever since I was 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Have you ever had a sex experience?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Josel: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Alyssa: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aish: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What's the first thing you look for in a partner?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Josel: Face value&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ted: Face value&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mia: Sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aish: So bad, but their body. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What kind of toys did you play with as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kenneth:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Normal little boy's toys like swords, action figures etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;How were you sure you were a lesbian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aish: because I really wasn't attracted to boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mia: I stopped liking guys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do you want kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Josel: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ted: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mia: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Alyssa: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aish: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do you find it weird when tow pinks get together?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Josel: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ted: What's a pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Josel: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mia: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Alyssa: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aish: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do you think it's strange to wear girl's clothes if you're a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Josel: No&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ted: No, not sure. ( No preference) &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kenneth:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Yes I do, I think&amp;nbsp;a guy in girl's clothes is awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Are you proud to be gay/lesbian/bisexual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Josel: Naman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ted: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kenneth: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mia: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Alyssa: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aish: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Does you family accept your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Josel: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ted: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kenneth: No, They don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mia: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Alyssa: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aish: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do you think people are prejudiced towards you because you are gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314016208468212" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kenneth: No. They treat me just like everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do you think it's awkward if a girl end up liking you? (She doesn't know you're gay.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kenneth: No it's expected. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Are you ok with being seen going out or being in a relationship with another guy/girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kenneth: Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mia: Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Alyssa: YUP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aish: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I had fun interviewing them, actually. I was able to meet some great people and I was able to hear some stories about how people would judge them because of a choice they made. Why do people love to judge others? Why can't people accept others for who they are? Who are they to say what's right and wrong? Moral or immoral? Good and bad? Everyone is different in their own ways and I think it's in each person to stick to it and develop their uniqueness or throw it all away and conform to the norms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;Group Entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Written by: &amp;nbsp;Mirabai Sebastian&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/3484597384562356001-3095171329762328711?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/3095171329762328711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/08/choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/3095171329762328711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/3095171329762328711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/08/choice.html' title='the choice.'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-2456903320931997356</id><published>2011-08-21T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T07:02:43.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinemalaya</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since Cinemalaya took place in CCP and Greenbelt. But I haven't been able to share my thoughts on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/gF5gtNw6V_s/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gF5gtNw6V_s&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gF5gtNw6V_s&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First of all, the only reason I watched at first was because my older sister was required to watch one of the sets for her class. I had no idea how good they were and I'm so sad that I didn't get the chance to watch more. I watched the shorts A set and I really loved the very first one the most which was entitled, Hanapbuhay. Thing about that was that you wouldn't understand the point of the story until the very end of the film, which was awesome. It wasn't as predictable as most films. In the film the camera was basically following this guy that would end up in places where, you realize in the end, someone might die. I had to wonder in the beginning why he was throwing rocks at the free medical check-up tents, or why he was cheering for this guy to be shot, or why he wanted this other guy to jump off the cliff and commit suicide. In the end, you find out that his job is selling coffins, and his job, business or work depended on people's deaths. All that time, he was just waiting for someone to die. And in the end when the film ended with a gun shot that made the whole family smile, you could tell that it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch so many Filipino films because most of them are too dramatic. I just like the simple funny ones like Kimmy Dora or Tanging Ina, which used to be one of my favorite movies. I think that most of the movies nowadays are all the same. They have the same stories, the same setting the same... everything. Have they all been brainwashed so much that they can't even think of anything new to produce? This is why I think Indie films are the best way to really showcase the talents of Filipinos that do films. This is the only place for them to really be more expressive and creative with their ideas. They aren't limited to the basic plot of the commercial films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mirabai Sebastian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-2456903320931997356?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/2456903320931997356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/08/cinemalaya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/2456903320931997356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/2456903320931997356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/08/cinemalaya.html' title='Cinemalaya'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-5890522806284342550</id><published>2011-07-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T07:25:03.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPICALLY SUCK. by Trixia 'trixie' Limes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.latinmerchant.com/images/product/IMG_0119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.latinmerchant.com/images/product/IMG_0119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I suck because&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; .. well I am the only one who eats "Tamarind soup base". I literally mix it with kool-aid sometimes and start dabbing my finger on it and there you go. :/ I'll probably die from that cause of all the salt and shit but still. *laugh* &amp;nbsp;People have cocaine and I have this. :p I even eat it with mangoes and or other fruits/practically&amp;nbsp;anything. I am also pretty tiny in height and in size. I stand around 4'11 or 4'10 and I wasn't bothered growing up as a kid. I haven't noticed my height till everyone else just started growing like beanstalks. I was normal when I was in the 4th or 5th grade. Well I knew I was always petite but , I don't know. It never actually bothers me but I'm cool with my height. I've learned to be comfortable with it and if people just tease me about my height. I think pathetically to myself, well bitch I'm prettier than you or if I kick your balls and break them what would you do? &amp;nbsp;:) It also took me awhile to ride a bike and swim. I learned how to surf first before swimming so I'm pretty much a horrible swimmer. It sounds stupid huh ? A Surfer that can't swim. Well I can but just not as "COOL" as everyone else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am epic because&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. I'm short but I&lt;i&gt; am kick ass&lt;/i&gt;. Well not literally I've been grown in a wack ass city where you have to watch your back. I have been in fights with boys. NOT GAY GUYS. BOYS. I'm really short so people always used to pick on me as a kid. Until I played wrestling with the boys and started to get into fights. I learned how to catch my breathe when being kicked/punched in the gut. I learned that kicking guys' balls and then punching their noses is the best tactic too. :) ofcourse I was in between my adolescent period. I was around 6th-7th grade. I also played lots of sports as a kid( i.e. baseball,surfing and track and field). &amp;nbsp;I always thought I would turn out a bisexual chick or a lesbian for that reason. I hated softball cause other girls would get too scared to catch the ball or they would run too slow. I always hated how girly girls were. Although, I admit wanting to put make up as a kid. Maybe that explains why I like to prep up my face by wearing eyeliner and all those. I am also into cars cause of video games, I used to play as a kid. I used to play with my guy cousins and my dad. We used to play my "Need For Speed" games or my "Midnight Club". I was so into the machinery and customizing cars. I also know a few cars that my boyfriend doesn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I can't go on and on with my essay so I'll end this with a thought I've been wanting. I don't know but lately I've been thinking of whether I should get a tattoo. I hope I don't wake up one day and repulsively plan to get one then regretting right after. I always wanted a reminder of my teenage years. I hope to add more stupidity to my collection. HAHA :) I like making mistakes they're fun and you get to know more from them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TRIXIE LIMES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-5890522806284342550?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/5890522806284342550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/epically-suck-by-trixia-trixie-limes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/5890522806284342550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/5890522806284342550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/epically-suck-by-trixia-trixie-limes.html' title='EPICALLY SUCK. by Trixia &apos;trixie&apos; Limes'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-7888205817018265130</id><published>2011-07-29T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T06:29:32.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epic Mirabai Sebastian</title><content type='html'>Here's my other half, my awesome part. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Mirabai Sebastian and I am epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am epic because I can eat and eat and eat and NOT get full. I've only actually gotten full 3 times in my life. Those were beautiful times. I tend to eat a lot so I think my stomach has gotten used to all the food going in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am epic because when I was 8 years old, I had my hair dyed gold. I originally wanted it to be white, but they didn't have it in the salon, then I asked for red, but they didn't have that either. So I decided to stick with the gold. look at my photos, there's always this shiny golden thing on top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am epic because I'm creative, I'm different, and I'm unique. I am epic because I know when to be those things. I know when to use my creativity, when to be different and to always be unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am epic because I have magic hands. I just have to raise my hand and position it as if there was a glass, and a glass of lemongrass will appear there. Although sometimes it is Gatorade or water. But the whole point is that it magically appears there without me uttering a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am epic because I don't give a shit what other people think of me. They could give me faces and I would simply tell them to get a life. I ask people if what I'm doing bothers them just to make sure that I'm not hurting or offending them. Aside from that, I am who I am and I don't care what people think. They could keep judging me however they like but I won't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm epic because I graduated form Hogwarts. Seriously. No. I'm just kidding. But I'm pretty sure it's the closest school we have here to Hogwarts. I mean, our school is located far from the city since you can see the pollution from our campus. We have a forest right beside our school, just like Hogwarts, maybe if we explored it, we'd find a huge spider, but I'm not ready for that experience. Whenever I tell people about my school, they&amp;nbsp; think I go to Hogwarts. Good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am epic because I can sing like a guy while singing opera style. You will see me one day performing on a stage doing &lt;i&gt;Any Dream Will Do&lt;/i&gt; from Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat and I can sign like I'm Phantom of the Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am epic because I start trends. They say that imitation is the best form of flattery, but I have to say it suck at the same time. But it doesn't have it's perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am epic because I can make my own stuff and it doesn't seem like I just made it myself. Most of the time, something I make from a scrap of cloth turns into a signature accessory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, maybe I just suck. Maybe the level of my "suckiness" is so great that it reaches an all new level of EPIC. I epically suck! I'm so epic because I suck. I suck so much that people would be so shocked at how much I suck that they think it's epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Mirabai Sebastian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-7888205817018265130?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/7888205817018265130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/epic-mirabai-sebastian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/7888205817018265130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/7888205817018265130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/epic-mirabai-sebastian.html' title='The Epic Mirabai Sebastian'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-5820847297268958448</id><published>2011-07-29T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:57:16.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Suck.</title><content type='html'>I am Mirabai Sebastian and I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about what to post for this for a while now. But It's come to a point where it's write or fail. Well, I probably won' fail yet just because of one essay that I haven't written, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all suck in our own little ways. We're a balance of complete loser and total awesomeness. But we often fail to see the difference. I still don't know which part of me is which. Most of the time, my friends tell me suck because of something awesome I did. Then they go ahead and tell me I'm awesome, sarcastically, after I do something wrong. That doesn't exactly help, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do I suck? I suck because I am completely stupid when it comes to academic shit. I'm not even kidding. I wish I could say otherwise, but it would be a lie. I suck because, make me take a test on some science or something completely academic and I will fail. I'll study all night and still fail. That's because all I am is street smart. Make me read a textbook, I'll fall asleep. Make me read a book, I'll start zoning out and doodling or daydreaming about being anywhere but there, reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck because when I was in grade five, my teacher told my dad to bring me to the eye doctor to have my eyes checked because she thought something was wrong with my eyesight. Although I knew that the only thing wrong was that I didn't know how to read. Even as a fifth grader, I sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck because I turn into a monster when I drive. That doesn't mean I'm a horribly wild and reckless driver, it just means that you put me in the driver's seat, add some traffic with some crazy pedestrians and I will curse until I've parked. I will get pissed off even at the street children that keep wiping the windshield when it's raining. I will honk my horn from my tiny Suzuki Swift until I don't see your car. If cars didn't break and people didn't get hurt in them, the drivers out there would have been bumped by me endlessly. I will not stop until they realize just how stupid they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck because at the age of thirteen, I wanted to be a fashion designer and I dressed up like a freakin' hobo. Okay, maybe that's taking it too far. But looking back, what I would wear was just disgusting. I would have puked at myself if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck because if you're doing something you really shouldn't be doing, I will tell. I can be a tattletale but only because I have to follow rules. If I have to do it, so should you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck because I pretend to be German by using a fake German accent and when I start speaking in Filipino, I start to speak with a Chinese accent. I suck because I can't stop. After a few days of speaking like that, I lost control of my own speech. Even my grammar started getting mixed up that my mind was getting insanely retarded, not knowing what "language" to speak in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck because I'm bipolar. I'll like you on second the next, I'll want to stab you with a knife. I will be your friend, then ultimately hate you after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck because I am this tall giant who scares people away. I suck because when people see me, they think I'm some smoking bitch that loves to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I suck because I always say I'm awesome even though I know I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Mirabai Sebastian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-5820847297268958448?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/5820847297268958448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/5820847297268958448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/5820847297268958448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-suck.html' title='I Suck.'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-1468292220604213890</id><published>2011-07-29T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:51:38.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I  EPIC? by: L. Tan.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All of us are unique and all of us have our own epic shits. Sometimes we  do epic stuff that is way beyond the expectations of others. Our  epicosity is only limited by our own capabilities and bitchyness. At  first glance you may think that I'm just a fat-ugly loser that sucked  all his life. But in this essay is not for the weak heart because once  you read this and found out how epic I am,you might have a heart attack,  son of a gun!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll share you some  things that(I think) makes me EPIC! I can do the "bridge" even though I'm  fat. Seriously I can do it. :) Yes, I know it looks impossible for my physique to do such thing. I am weird. Weird like... I like sweet treats with a little bit of salt something like caramel popcorn, it tastes better with a pinch of salt. (; I can dress myself even though I'm fat. (except for Swendnesdays (Sweats Wednesdays) and lazy days) I have epic friends. I can cook. (lol how do you think I got this fat. I have to finish everything that I cook) I almost lost 30lbs. (think 29.9 something) but regained it partially (lol and I don't have plans to regain it all back). I can already cross the street unlike before even in high school I was struggling to cross a one way street. Seriously. No kidding. I am also epic because I want to be different, different is good. I got featured at www.stylebible.ph lol it's rare to be featured in a website designed for the slender and fashionable ((; .&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I am EPIC because I'M A FREE BITCH BABY!! Because Lady GaGa told me so :)). Watcha think about me now bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/mocker/mocker0708/mocker070800028/1448233-break-dancing-girl-in-bridge-pose-side-view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" id="il_fi" src="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/mocker/mocker0708/mocker070800028/1448233-break-dancing-girl-in-bridge-pose-side-view.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="fMImageLeft" href="http://www.stylebible.ph/gallery/popup/parties/3098#"&gt; &lt;img alt="undefined" height="400" src="http://www.stylebible.ph/source/gallery/34_1309937376070611.jpg" title="undefined" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fMImageLeft" href="http://www.stylebible.ph/gallery/popup/parties/3098#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;To end this essay I want to share to you this song:&lt;br /&gt;I'm Awesome - Spose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the video below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYws8biwOYc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYws8biwOYc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, awesome, awesome, awesome...&lt;br /&gt;I don't necessarily need to be here for this...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep the headphones though...&lt;br /&gt;Mother fucker I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;No you're not, dude don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I'm drivin around in my mom's ride&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;A quarter of my life gone by&lt;br /&gt;And I met all my friends online&lt;br /&gt;Mother fucker I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I will run away from a brawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;There's no voicemail, nobody called&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to buy eight balls&lt;br /&gt;And I talk to myself on my Facebook wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my pants sag low (low)&lt;br /&gt;Even though (though) that went out of style&lt;br /&gt;Like ten years ago (go)&lt;br /&gt;Spose, I got the swagger of a cripple&lt;br /&gt;I got little biceps,&lt;br /&gt;Getting fatter in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lyrically I'm not the best :)&lt;br /&gt;Physically the opposite of Randy Moss and yet&lt;br /&gt;So preposterous&lt;br /&gt;Feel the awesomeness, the most obnoxious&lt;br /&gt;Guest up at the sausage fest&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;The girls are repulsed&lt;br /&gt;So I hide in my hood like i'm joining a cult&lt;br /&gt;Uh Uhh&lt;br /&gt;I'm as nervous as my cat Ol' Dirty Curtis&lt;br /&gt;All my writtens are bitten and&lt;br /&gt;All my verses are purchased&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'll never date an actress&lt;br /&gt;Got too many back zits&lt;br /&gt;Plus my whole home aroma is cat piss&lt;br /&gt;Every show i do is poorly promoted and if you like this,&lt;br /&gt;It's cuz my little sister wrote it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;No you're not, dude don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I'm drivin around in my mom's ride&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;A quarter of my life gone by&lt;br /&gt;And I met all my friends online&lt;br /&gt;Mother fucker I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I will run away from a brawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;There's no voicemail, nobody called&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to buy eight balls&lt;br /&gt;And I talk to myself on my Facebook wall&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from Maine and I don't hunt, nope&lt;br /&gt;And I can't ski&lt;br /&gt;Smoke weed but I can't roll blunts&lt;br /&gt;Find me whipped by my wifey&lt;br /&gt;My neck not icy&lt;br /&gt;Eatin at McDonalds because Subway's pricey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, and my unibrow is plucked&lt;br /&gt;Just asked my mom if I could borrow ten bucks&lt;br /&gt;She's like "For what?&lt;br /&gt;Blunt wraps and some Heineken?&lt;br /&gt;You skinny prick, go get a gym membership and vitamins!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, Mom please, don't blame it on me&lt;br /&gt;I got my bad habits from you, Dad, and Aunt Steve&lt;br /&gt;My attitude's sour but my futon's sweet,&lt;br /&gt;And the hair on my ass, it is Jumanji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suit untailored, ringtone Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;Can't tweet up on my Twitter&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I haven't done shit&lt;br /&gt;Bank account red, body ungroomed&lt;br /&gt;The only thing good about me is I'm off stage soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;No you're not, dude don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I'm drivin around in my mom's ride&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;A quarter of my life gone by&lt;br /&gt;And I met all my friends online&lt;br /&gt;Mother fucker I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I will run away from a brawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;There's no voicemail, nobody called&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to buy eight balls&lt;br /&gt;And I talk to myself on my Facebook wall&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futhermore I'm cornier than Ethynol&lt;br /&gt;Cheesier than Provolone&lt;br /&gt;I spent ages eight to ten living in a motor home&lt;br /&gt;With an ego the size of Tim Duncan&lt;br /&gt;Even though I got shit for brains like a blumpkin&lt;br /&gt;I'm twenty four, serving lobster rolls&lt;br /&gt;Because I spent a decade filling optimos&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even the bomb in Maine&lt;br /&gt;On my game I'm only about as sexy as John McCain&lt;br /&gt;Now put your hands up,&lt;br /&gt;If you have nightmares&lt;br /&gt;If you wouldn't man up if there was a fight here&lt;br /&gt;If you got dandruff, if you drink light beer&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;No you're not, dude don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I'm drivin around in my mom's ride&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;A quarter of my life gone by&lt;br /&gt;And I met all my friends online&lt;br /&gt;Mother fucker I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I will run away from a brawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;There's no voicemail, nobody called&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to buy eight balls&lt;br /&gt;And I talk to myself on my Facebook wall&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fMImageLeft" href="http://www.stylebible.ph/gallery/popup/parties/3098#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-1468292220604213890?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/1468292220604213890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-am-i-epic-by-l-tan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/1468292220604213890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/1468292220604213890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-am-i-epic-by-l-tan.html' title='Why am I  EPIC? by: L. Tan.'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-8933190720124027866</id><published>2011-07-29T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T04:26:59.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corinne Sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hello. I’m Corinne Syquia, and I’m going to give you a few reasons why you wouldn’t want to be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;First of all, I’ve got a lot of self-loathing. A lot of times I look at myself in the mirror and think of all the other girls who should feel lucky they don’t have my face or body. It isn’t just about looks, either; a lot of times I’m not very confident about my own intelligence, or talents. I also think that I would never be good enough for anybody; a good enough friend, a good enough &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/i&gt; (I've yet to acquire such a position, though), a good enough sister or daughter. As a result, I spend a lot of my time envying other people for what they have and just as much time being depressed over what I don’t have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I’m kind of proud. Saying sorry doesn’t usually come easy for me and sometimes I just &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;can’t&lt;/i&gt; take that some people are better than me at some things. The same goes for criticism; sometimes my pride won’t allow me to accept that sometimes my best simply isn’t good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I’m painfully shy, self-conscious and I care too much about what other people think about me. This is why I find it difficult to talk to certain people; I’d prefer to keep quiet instead of saying something silly or embarrassing. I live in the constant fear that whatever stupid thing I’d say would stick in mine and other people’s heads forever and I hate myself for it. A lot of days I wish I could just &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;loosen up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I wrote all the things I absolutely hated about myself, a few realizations came to mind: first, is that everybody’s got something wrong with them. Nobody’s perfect, and everyone’s got something about themselves that they absolutely hate. Second, the more positive outlook to this is that everybody has the ability to change and improve themselves. I always believed that nobody has an excuse to not become a better person. It’s about time I applied that to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-8933190720124027866?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/8933190720124027866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/corinne-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/8933190720124027866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/8933190720124027866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/corinne-sucks.html' title='Corinne Sucks.'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-1503636877381961512</id><published>2011-07-29T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T04:23:05.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Corinne!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So now I’m going to give a few reasons as to why I am epic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know I’ve got some self esteem issues (especially in terms of my looks), but I &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;have one attractive feature: my legs. So maybe they’ve got mosquito bites here and there, but they’re long and slender-looking and shaped quite nicely. They look quite nice with high heels too. Some of my girl friends envy me for them, and when they tell me so it’s a great confidence-booster. I don’t really have much else to be proud of in terms of physical appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In terms of talent, I’m proud to say that I can draw. I’m no Da Vinci, but I think I draw well enough for people to be impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I believe I'm a nice person. I mean, I'm not a complete angel, but I know I'm a good girl at heart and I'm nice enough to be liked by the general. I'm also incredibly optimistic; the glass almost is never half empty for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As for my family, I’ve probably got the best there is. I’ve got a loving mother and father who are willing to give the world to me (if they could afford it), and two older brothers who I could shove around – and who’d shove me back – and still love me no matter what. Oh, and the household help has been around since I was a kid, so they’re kind of like family too – and we all live happily under one roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I could say the same for my friends – my high school friends more so. They’re the sisters I’ve never had. They’ve cried with me and laughed with me, and they’re the only people in the world who would man up and tell me if there’s something I did wrong. Oh, and we have our own private Facebook group. Does &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;your &lt;/i&gt;group of friends have a private Facebook group? I didn’t think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lastly, I’m epic because I graduated from &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Assumption&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I know there are people who would make fun of me because of that (“tusok-tusok the fishball,” anyone?), but I’m proud to have come from such a wonderful place with such wonderful people. Oh, and we have nice red plaid uniforms. Enough said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;By Corinne Syquia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-1503636877381961512?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/1503636877381961512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/epic-corinne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/1503636877381961512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/1503636877381961512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/epic-corinne.html' title='Epic Corinne!'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-918374667737598951</id><published>2011-07-27T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:49:35.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leandro tan'/><title type='text'>I SUCK..... By: L.Tan</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; People  has those days where they really suck. Basically in my case I sucked  for the past 5 years of life. "Do you ever feel like a plastic bag  drifting through the wind" -Katty Perry (Firework). Yes! That is how  exactly how I feel, I feel really irrelevant and everything seems to be  disconnected. Well, like Hanna Montana a.k.a. Miley Cyrus would say:  "Everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days" well it's not true  Miley! Those days are happening to me everyday so I guess Disney was  right to get you as one of their artists because you're being fictional.  I am fat, miserable and a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My fairy tale life(lol not  really fairy tale life but u get what I mean. (; ) starts crumbling down  when I entered high school. Yes, this should be the best four year of  my life right? But hell no! I was teased and beaten up emotionally. I  even considered suicide. Being bullied by others made me want to dropout  of school I felt so vulnerable I feel like the whole world is against  me then the moment I thought my home is my sanctuary I was wrong, family  problems started to rise like sibling rivalry, my aunts and uncles  fighting my parents. I don't really get it you know. I just wish someone  will rescue me from this misery and take me to a great escape  (hahahhaahhahaha dream on bitch!). Well I guess life gets really hard as  we age. I remember when I was little I want to grow up soooo badly so that  I can join the older crowd ( think 3-5 years gap) but thinking of it  from where I am right now, I wish I was still being watched over by my  nanny. I wish to bring back all those years when I was still innocent  and don't have to care much of what's going around me. I wish I can go  back to the time where the hardest decision to make is just choosing the  color of crayon that I am going to use. Well, it's too late now. Have I  ever told u that I almost lost 30 pounds? (29.9 something) unfortunately  I regained it... partially (don't worry I'm working on it.(; ) so see I  sucked! I can't even control my mouth. Seriously life is hard and I  know that this is just starting but I will prepare myself to what ever  fuckin' it is that I have to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="650824f6ef2442639884a30114271e69"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="650824f6ef2442639884a30114271e69"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So to all the things that made my fairy tale life come crumbling down.......&lt;br /&gt;Look inside&lt;br /&gt;Look inside your tiny mind&lt;br /&gt;Now look a bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say&lt;br /&gt;It's not okay to be gay&lt;br /&gt;Well I think you're just evil&lt;br /&gt;You're just some racist who can't tie my laces&lt;br /&gt;Your point of view is medieval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause we hate what you do&lt;br /&gt;And we hate your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause your words don't translate&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get&lt;br /&gt;Do you get a little kick out of being slow minded?&lt;br /&gt;You want to be like your father&lt;br /&gt;It's approval you're after&lt;br /&gt;Well that's not how you find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's a hole where your soul should be&lt;br /&gt;Your losing control of it and it's really distasteful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause we hate what you do&lt;br /&gt;And we hate your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, you think we need to go to war&lt;br /&gt;Well you're already in one,&lt;br /&gt;Cause its people like you&lt;br /&gt;That need to get slew&lt;br /&gt;No one wants your opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause we hate what you do&lt;br /&gt;And we hate your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very, very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="650824f6ef2442639884a30114271e69"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="650824f6ef2442639884a30114271e69"&gt;-Lily Allen (Fuck You Very Much)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="650824f6ef2442639884a30114271e69"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-918374667737598951?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/918374667737598951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-suck-by-ltan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/918374667737598951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/918374667737598951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-suck-by-ltan.html' title='I SUCK..... By: L.Tan'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-8254005189273562724</id><published>2011-07-26T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T03:20:22.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zarah is EPIC! (by Zarah Jeanine O. Mendoza)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zarah is Zarah, no one can be like me, I am the master of my fate, Zarah is Zarah because I have only my pride to keep me going and that is my virtue, not only by being a virgo, I fight for what I know what is right and I stick to my own decisions, I'm strict with time even though I am late in some class, well... Zarah will be Zarah for Zarah has to be clean and healthy before she can go outside, and that is my strong point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am Zarah, I may not look like it, but I'm a former DOTA player way back in UST, I'm a Champion in playing Tekken in highschool, a former Cdt. Lt. Col. Officer in CAT gone through hazardous military training in miniskirt and heels. I may look a B but I'm not SORRY, I admit it, I had many suitors before but I only have gone into 4 relationships including my present now, and lastly I may look like a party girl but I don't know how to drink and party, I'm a consecutive Dean's Lister and I hope to get the 3rd one this term for my Scholarship, that is Zarah for you, EPIC Zarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-8254005189273562724?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/8254005189273562724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/zarah-is-epic-by-zarah-jeanine-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/8254005189273562724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/8254005189273562724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/zarah-is-epic-by-zarah-jeanine-o.html' title='Zarah is EPIC! (by Zarah Jeanine O. Mendoza)'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-489561113315014312</id><published>2011-07-26T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T02:44:27.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zarah SUCKS! (by Zarah Jeanine O. Mendoza)</title><content type='html'>I am something that you guys can call, "Zarah SUCKS" why? its because IM S for Sexy in my own ways, U for making others Under my power, C for Cat like... because when dogs bark at me, I meowed and scratch 'em back, K for &lt;i&gt;kulet&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;as in KULET literally I may not look like that but I'm sure, once you guys know me better I can one helluva of KULET :) and last but not the least another S for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-U-N-G-I-T or snobbish, first impression may last but hey, I'm an orange! just kidding (annoying orange) I'm snobbish when I don't like a person, in a way he/she may irritate me, those people who are pretending to be someone who they are not, but don't get me wrong, I'm also one of the friendly girls out there just approach me and I'm willing to give you a talk or two :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-489561113315014312?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/489561113315014312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/zarah-sucks-by-zarah-jeanine-o-mendoza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/489561113315014312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/489561113315014312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/zarah-sucks-by-zarah-jeanine-o-mendoza.html' title='Zarah SUCKS! (by Zarah Jeanine O. Mendoza)'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-230086802884346583</id><published>2011-07-26T02:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T02:24:20.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAD by Zarah Jeanine Mendoza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We (Filipinos) tend to go with the fad (always) and sometimes we are told to be people without the "sense of originality". Influenced by Globalization and the set of standards by the beauty and fashion experts in the present time, we tend to imitate and go with the flow without think first of our sense of originality. First, being not contented. Second. you want to be IN. And Third, Crab Mentality. These are the reason why we tend to go with the FAD and being not proud of what we have already. It's not bad to hope or wish for a better appearance when it comes to beauty and fashion, improvement is the key. But exaggeration, is not good. Soon it will become an addiction to aesthetics resulting to dissatisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Some of these examples may hurt somebody, but it's not intended to hurt those people. So, here it goes. First, Cosmetic Surgery. You do this because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1.) Boost of Self Confidence or Esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2.) Self Improvement in Appearance and inner self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;3.) FAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;4.) You are disabled or have a deformed body parts (Deformities).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;5.)Want to impersonate other person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;6.) Need to disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;7.) Want to be like a Model of the Set Standards of Beauty by the Society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;8.) All of these reasons comes from the influence of others and dissatisfaction of self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQhBZfIQiJ1TLjlqQhcmNpWw1xeSxaByXHkgvNlRjFzvYCn9LAG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQhBZfIQiJ1TLjlqQhcmNpWw1xeSxaByXHkgvNlRjFzvYCn9LAG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Although it really hurts to be under a knife and pain just to be beautiful. "NO PAIN, NO GAIN".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;These are the benefit of cosmetic surgery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTUoflaNMkGcAwJK2lYRQmatygVZEhUDOrryBqrpAS3f1QISu8g" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTUoflaNMkGcAwJK2lYRQmatygVZEhUDOrryBqrpAS3f1QISu8g" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQgMCTAOElO_r7wTOVEwQh6TOYRa1x2WFFf6zgKmuNwXWVnoNEmrA" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQgMCTAOElO_r7wTOVEwQh6TOYRa1x2WFFf6zgKmuNwXWVnoNEmrA" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT9AhpKbf8D_8EcWcVaYZM00Is7OYAq4h0uudrDmEmisGdmbGhj" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT9AhpKbf8D_8EcWcVaYZM00Is7OYAq4h0uudrDmEmisGdmbGhj" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Wait! Before you make up your mind to change something you don't want in your body or in your face because you are impressed on what you have seen from others. Here are some of the consequences you can face:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1.) Scars ( from the operation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2.) Pain on the part operated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;3.) Cancer risk because of silicon and foreign material inserted to your body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;4.) You have to repeat the surgery if it goes wrong or you have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;5.) or you'll end up like these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTntGc2z1MhmkDqhQHIzdXZFGb_D1FpkDMXfvqHU3c3OysGHK_A" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTntGc2z1MhmkDqhQHIzdXZFGb_D1FpkDMXfvqHU3c3OysGHK_A" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKYinnCIcVw/S-pdjqpBcyI/AAAAAAAAFOA/ZERZZkzUu4c/s1600/CelebrityPlasticSurgeryGoneWrong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKYinnCIcVw/S-pdjqpBcyI/AAAAAAAAFOA/ZERZZkzUu4c/s320/CelebrityPlasticSurgeryGoneWrong.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKYinnCIcVw/S-pdl2h5ueI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/xcpGilt2fao/s400/CatWomanPlasticSurgery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKYinnCIcVw/S-pdl2h5ueI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/xcpGilt2fao/s320/CatWomanPlasticSurgery.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKYinnCIcVw/SwVVpGyrS5I/AAAAAAAACd8/SyDHyc_67Yk/s400/BadRhinoplasty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YKYinnCIcVw/SwVVpGyrS5I/AAAAAAAACd8/SyDHyc_67Yk/s400/BadRhinoplasty.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Second, Fashion. Filipino's Fashion is influenced by the foreigners. Today, Korean Fashion is fad among Filipinos. Fashion trend&amp;nbsp; is set by the famous people. Our national dress is influenced by the Spaniards. Business Attires are influence of the Western People. Filipinos are corrupted by Crab Mentality (Western Influence). Filipinos love imported that is why the local goods and brands are in great danger of being extinct and will just flunk in the economy. I don't need to mention brands. Have you ever heard of a famous clothing brand name here and abroad owned by a pure Filipino? Maybe. we had some. But we don't recognize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anythingpinoy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/philippine-fabric-showcased-in-zurich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://anythingpinoy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/philippine-fabric-showcased-in-zurich.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTZO_5u29BFZZH3A-6u5bOqspSF7XXQ7HXpwMuPqaOYqbCvapnq" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTZO_5u29BFZZH3A-6u5bOqspSF7XXQ7HXpwMuPqaOYqbCvapnq" style="cursor: move;" /&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/3484597384562356001-230086802884346583?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/230086802884346583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/fad-by-zarah-jeanine-mendoza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/230086802884346583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/230086802884346583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/fad-by-zarah-jeanine-mendoza.html' title='FAD by Zarah Jeanine Mendoza'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YKYinnCIcVw/S-pdjqpBcyI/AAAAAAAAFOA/ZERZZkzUu4c/s72-c/CelebrityPlasticSurgeryGoneWrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484597384562356001.post-1870718842346029921</id><published>2011-07-24T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T04:02:17.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I suck and Why I am epic by Jessica Ouano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Why I suck... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Well for starters I'm such a push over. I always let people tell me what to do because I care too much about what other people think. I always wanna be the good guy. Even if  I have to go way out of my way to do things I would do it just to please everyone. Sometimes I also feel like I can't speak my mind because I'm afraid of what other people might think so I normally keep things to myself. Another thing that sucks about me is that I'm super careless. I forget things all the time. I also tend to make to stupid mistakes and sometimes it seems like I have no common sense at all. I always need people to point things out to me before I understand it. Also I tend to give up easily and break down. If things don't go the way I plan I don't even think about coming up with other options I just give up right away. I am a one-track minded person and I only like to concentrate on one thing and I forget about the rest. I also have this tendency to be jealous of the other people around me. It's human nature but then I get way too caught up in it. I have a thing for comparing myself with others. I always try to find ways to be better than the other person instead of just being the best I can be. I also tend to be a very negative person. I always see the bad side of things before I see the good side. I guess it's because I don't like facing the consequences or making an extra effort. Those are the flaws I see in myself that I absolutely hate and wish I could change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Why I am epic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I guess I can say I am epic because I do this absolutely amazing hobby that sets me apart from everyone else and that is of course COSPLAY. :) I've been cosplaying for 4 and a half years now and through the years i've been able to accomplish so much. On my 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; year of cosplay I submitted my pictures to a website that was going to feature cosplyers from all over the world in an international cosplay book called OTACOOL 2: Worldwide Cosplayers. It was a long shot but with a bit of luck I was able to make it in the book together with hundreds of other cosplayers from all over the world. The best part was that I even made it on the cover together with 13 other amazing cosplayers. It was quite a shock to be in it because I was just some amateur cosplayer who didn't really have so much to show for. There were definitely a lot of other people better than me. I was so happy to just to get into the book because I got to be one of the 4 filipino cosplayers to be featured in the book together with the amazing Alodia Gosiengfiao and her adorable sister Ashley as well as the epic and oh so gorgeous Monique Dimaling. It was the biggest accomplishment of my entire cosplay career and to think I just started cosplaying. I believe I was the youngest cosplayer in the entire book. I was 15 years old that time. After being featured in the book  I had the great opportunity to do a book signing for the book together with Alodia, Ashley and Monique.   I admire them all so much and I was so ecstatic to have been given the honor to be together with all of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&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/-_dHobebxvuA/Tiv11xFta4I/AAAAAAAAADY/1SgDfSO1GEk/s1600/68185_160164517353365_125410197495464_128980_4753101_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dHobebxvuA/Tiv11xFta4I/AAAAAAAAADY/1SgDfSO1GEk/s1600/68185_160164517353365_125410197495464_128980_4753101_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L6v-4B7Gd_Y/Tiv2QCe7K_I/AAAAAAAAADc/rTsuc86ROHc/s1600/34117_125933867443097_125410197495464_53908_2511695_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L6v-4B7Gd_Y/Tiv2QCe7K_I/AAAAAAAAADc/rTsuc86ROHc/s400/34117_125933867443097_125410197495464_53908_2511695_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My page in OTACOOL; photo by: Roland dela Cerna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Another accomplishment I'm quite proud of is being featured in a local lifestyle magazine called Zee. It was a cosplay feature as well but then it was a bit different because it was a mix of fashion and cosplay.  It was such an honor to be chosen together with 3 other amazing local cosplayers, Yuki Akai, Miles Semblante, and Edd Buenavaje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFCTBi76tc0/Tiv3wBBTF7I/AAAAAAAAADk/H4VEHZS350E/s1600/Z+FINAL+FASHION+pages+86-933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFCTBi76tc0/Tiv3wBBTF7I/AAAAAAAAADk/H4VEHZS350E/s640/Z+FINAL+FASHION+pages+86-933.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;zee cosplay fashion feature: cosplayer,Yuki Akai on the left and me on the right; photo by Anne Lorraine Uy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Other than OTACOOL and Zee, I was also on the cover of the photography magazine I-mag. This time not as a cosplayer but as a model. It was my first time doing a photo shoot as a model instead of a cosplayer and I was so fortunate that I-mag chose my picture to be on the cover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TKHA_3af8/Tiv43M9JLbI/AAAAAAAAADo/AXVCEV714Yc/s1600/jessica-ouano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1TKHA_3af8/Tiv43M9JLbI/AAAAAAAAADo/AXVCEV714Yc/s640/jessica-ouano.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo on the cover of I-mag; photo by: Jan Gonzales &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; I've had a lot of little accomplishments since then but these are the ones I am most proud of. It's all thanks to cosplay and a bit of luck that I got to have so many great opportunities to meet new people and learn new things. There are still a lot of people better than me at this but there's always room for improvement and I just keep on learning more and more as I go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nR1cgYe1X4/Tiv6r9j572I/AAAAAAAAADw/8GRBSeuBnQ8/s1600/258357_114612835295720_100002410111525_142850_5113208_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nR1cgYe1X4/Tiv6r9j572I/AAAAAAAAADw/8GRBSeuBnQ8/s640/258357_114612835295720_100002410111525_142850_5113208_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recent cosplay of mine as Misa Amane from Death Note; photo by: Claire Codilla&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;-J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&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/3484597384562356001-1870718842346029921?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/1870718842346029921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-i-suck-and-why-i-am-epic-by-jessica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/1870718842346029921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/1870718842346029921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-i-suck-and-why-i-am-epic-by-jessica.html' title='Why I suck and Why I am epic by Jessica Ouano'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dHobebxvuA/Tiv11xFta4I/AAAAAAAAADY/1SgDfSO1GEk/s72-c/68185_160164517353365_125410197495464_128980_4753101_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484597384562356001.post-7040836281222237943</id><published>2011-07-22T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T06:45:57.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey result reflection</title><content type='html'>We started the survey-distributing at the LRC, then to the cafeteria, and then to the main campus (in "Boracay," then to the library). Our objective was to look for varied types of people (from the most normal to the most extravagant to the quietest to the most outspoken). Everyone was cooperative and willing to answer the surveys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the more interesting results we've gathered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We noticed that there were quite a number of ghost stories (which is strange on account of us not seeing any ghosts...then again, we're Frosh students, so it makes sense). We also got to know where the students like to hang out - like in the commons during break time, or in Central after school. The underwear question was most memorable, as were the questions about what the students didn't like about CSB, and &amp;nbsp;whether or not they were in the right course for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The question regarding the teacher crushes was interesting; unfortunately it didn't yield any good results (the students also seemed just as disinclined to answer the underwear question).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also noticed that most students had a &lt;strike&gt;creepy&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;tendency to smile and stare at the person they have a crush on. One person even said that he's put shades on so his staring wouldn't be so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the students' possessions: most students have Nokia phones and buy their clothes from Topshop/Topman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion: we've come to realize how diverse the students of CSB are. It was a real thrill to interview the students and see the school and the students themselves from different points of view, and getting into their heads was a very interesting experience for all of us. All in all, it was an enjoyable activity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-7040836281222237943?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/7040836281222237943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/survey-result-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/7040836281222237943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/7040836281222237943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/survey-result-reflection.html' title='Survey result reflection'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-4284826052854233010</id><published>2011-07-18T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T08:06:27.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gowns'/><title type='text'>Who are you wearing? (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;This designer is very popular here in our country not for her designs but for her (and her family's) pawnshop and jewelry boutiques. I know that Cebuana Lhuillier and M. Lhuillier has been the pawnshop of filipinos since I can remember. I can even remember my "yaya"(nanny) going there to pawn something. Anyways, the M. in M. Lhuillier actually stands for Monique or Michel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="71" id="il_fi" src="http://www.affordablecebu.com/_ld/2/26552373.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="317" /&gt;&lt;img height="140" id="il_fi" src="http://98.131.136.89/perapadala/images/pawnshopLogo.png" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(lol funny tag-lines)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Monique Lhuillier was born on born 1971,&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;Cebu City, Cebu, Philippines.Lhuillier was born to Michel J. Lhuillier, a businessman of French  descent, and Amparito Llamas, a Filipino society figure and former model  of Spanish descent. As a teenager, she was an outstanding student in Lausanne,  Switzerland and dreamed of becoming a successful fashion designer. She  moved to Los Angeles to study design at the Fashion Institute of Design  &amp;amp; Merchandising (FIDM). It was during this time that she met her  future husband Tom Bugbee.Monique and Tom currently reside in Los Angeles with their two children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;img height="224" id="il_fi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSCSa45VQTXJKKlc_GkdLXlyAkp724eYTTgZ1vJfX2rguZD5-9YkQ&amp;amp;t=1" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 30px; padding-top: 8px;" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(Monique herself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tom Bugbee Designer Monique Lhuillier (L) and husband Chief Executive Officer and co-founder of Monique Lhuillier Inc. Tom Bugbee arrive at the Monique Lhuillier Salon opening held at the Monique Lhuillier Salon on October 10, 2007 in Los Angeles, California." id="currentPic" src="http://www1.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Monique+Lhuillier+Salon+Opening+Arrivals+Inside+0Yc8wc66MCil.jpg" title="Monique Lhuillier Salon Opening - Arrivals and Inside" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(with her husband Tom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Lhuillier has become a celebrity favorite for both wedding and red carpet gowns. Her list of clientele includes Gwyneth Paltrow, Reese Witherspoon, Kristen Stewart, Drew Barrymore, Hilary Swank, Jennifer Lopez, Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood , Catherine Zeta-Jones and the list goes on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;img height="376" id="il_fi" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2336/2427340778_292700ce44_o.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="470" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;img height="433" id="il_fi" src="http://www.redcarpet-fashionawards.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/gwyneth-paltrow-Monique-Lhuillier.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="560" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;img height="433" id="il_fi" src="http://www.redcarpet-fashionawards.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/czj-Monique-Lhuillier.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="560" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;img height="332" id="il_fi" src="http://www.celebswedding.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/carrie-underwood-wedding-dress.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="490" /&gt;&lt;img height="441" id="il_fi" src="http://www.aolcdn.com/photogalleryassets/aisledash/953581/taylor-swift-monique-lhuillier-620ac111110.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="290" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; (some of the celebs who wore M. L.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I really Love how she plays with fabrics I know the dresses&amp;nbsp; look simple but they are hard to execute (she really has some tricks in her bag eh no?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;She plays well with shapes, colors and prints. She has my style in designing dresses (think of Metropolitan Gala and floor length ballgowns).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;No wonder she's neck to neck with Vera Wang when it comes to designing wedding dresses. They say that when your dress is cleaner the more expensive your dress is and Monique is certainly like that, that's why her dresses are not for the faint-wallet. ((;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp; all....... L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&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/3484597384562356001-4284826052854233010?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/4284826052854233010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-are-you-wearing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/4284826052854233010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/4284826052854233010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-are-you-wearing.html' title='Who are you wearing? (;'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-8821993316406523241</id><published>2011-07-18T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T05:09:35.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE BOY WHO CRIED CHOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juiin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BADAFPUNK'/><title type='text'>Androgynous Blogs (;</title><content type='html'>These are some of the blogs I read on my spare time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jponfashionspeed.blogspot.com/&lt;a href="http://jponfashionspeed.blogspot.com/" style="display: block;"&gt; &lt;img alt="JP on Fashion Speed" height="528px; " id="Header1_headerimg" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sgcZ8CKvVnA/TMI-yoFK9tI/AAAAAAAAEeU/o9iOhmoCGEI/S720/JPONFASHIONSPEEN.jpg" style="display: block;" width="697px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's JP Singson. He is (of course) Filipino&lt;br /&gt;I really love how the way he dresses himself it's very chic for me (having the most odd fashion sense in the bunch).&lt;br /&gt;And we also have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jujiin/5187800401/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="IMG_9366 by Jujiin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_9366" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4107/5187800401_2cb499840e_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jujiin.com/&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a "THE BOY WHO CRIED CHOS"&lt;br /&gt;He's Jujiin Samonte He is the other half of the famous tandem duo DJs called the "BADAFPUNK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy reading their posts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all....... L. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jujiin/5187800401/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="IMG_9366 by Jujiin, on Flickr"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jujiin/5187800401/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="IMG_9366 by Jujiin, on Flickr"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jponfashionspeed.blogspot.com/" style="display: block;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-8821993316406523241?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/8821993316406523241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/androgynous-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/8821993316406523241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/8821993316406523241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/androgynous-blogs.html' title='Androgynous Blogs (;'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sgcZ8CKvVnA/TMI-yoFK9tI/AAAAAAAAEeU/o9iOhmoCGEI/s72-c/JPONFASHIONSPEEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484597384562356001.post-5201789990048632130</id><published>2011-07-18T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T05:05:22.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Pinoy Street Food: Isaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Walking along taft day in and day out, you see a lot of street vendors selling all sorts of food. From peanuts, turon, green mango, isaw and so much more! You see loads of people gathered around those street food vendors all the time. Buying fishballs or kikiam, for example. The thing about street food is that it's so cheap and convenient. You don't have to wait too long for your food and it's great for those who are trying not to spend so much. There are different types of food for all types. There are sweet food like bananaque, turon, kamoteque, taho (the ultimate street breakfast), scramble (which is now becoming very popular, you can even get it in the mall), dirty ice cream, etc. Then we also have the salty food like barbeque, isaw, fishball, squidball, quek-quek (?), siomai, balut, lumpia, etc. There are so many choices to choose from.&amp;nbsp;&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 basically can't eat most street food because I don't eat anything more than seafoods, but a few of my personal favorites would have to be:&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;1. Green Mango with bagoong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Fishball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Lumpia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Quek-quek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Dirty ice cream&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;1. Green Mango with bagoong simply because I love sour foods, and green mango is one of my favorite fruits. With the right bagoong, it can be heaven. (just make sure to wash it before eating because you want to make sure it's clean)&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;2. Fishball is great with the spicy sauce, but that is because I love spicy foods as well. But it is really good since it needs no rice and I can actually eat it.&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;3. Lumpia is my ultimate UP food because they always have great lumpia in UP. If you try eating it, you'll notice that the lumpia from the streets taste so much better than the ones cooked in cleaner oil. It's bad for the health, I know, but it tastes delicious! Just dip it in some spicy suka and you're good to go!&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;4. Quek-quek is probably my sister's favorite food. I love the quek-quek because of the quail eggs inside, but even those are so unhealthy as well because they have twice the cholesterol of normal eggs. Also, my friend told me earlier not to buy the bigger eggs because they are supposedly really dirty because they are spoiled? But let's leave that there. I don't want to get into that. But also another food that tastes good when bought from the streets because when you make it at home without the food-coloring, it is no longer as good. This is also great with some spicy suka.&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;5. Dirty ice cream is my favorite street dessert. I especially love the cheese or quezo flavor. But the chocolate one is also pretty good. It's perfect for our hot days (which is most of the year) and it's starts at only 10 pesos a cone! YUMMMM...&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;Now, those were just my favorites. To find out the ultimate street food for other Pinoys out there, I walked along the road of Taft to go to the food places along the sidewalks and I actually asked some of the vendors what sold the most. Most of the vendors that sold isaw along with the other foods would say isaw. Some of the other vendors said fishball and quek-quek. But I was able to ask some friends and some people eating what their favorite or ultimate Pinoy street food was and majority of them said isaw! Also, most of the time, when I think of street food, the first thing that pops into my mind is isaw! Even though I've never eaten it in my life.&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;Wo with that, I leave you with isa being the ultimate Pinoy street food! :D&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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: 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/-sJzanbeofFM/TiQERNzksBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/M6ngqx829PE/s1600/IMG_1819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJzanbeofFM/TiQERNzksBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/M6ngqx829PE/s640/IMG_1819.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJzanbeofFM/TiQERNzksBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/M6ngqx829PE/s1600/IMG_1819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWlYJh2V5ng/TiQI7r7oK2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/FqWiC25HXlo/s1600/IMG_1834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="423" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWlYJh2V5ng/TiQI7r7oK2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/FqWiC25HXlo/s640/IMG_1834.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWlYJh2V5ng/TiQI7r7oK2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/FqWiC25HXlo/s1600/IMG_1834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjde6r3b5l8/TiQJHXAzMpI/AAAAAAAAADA/em1J0agBUWU/s1600/IMG_1841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="423" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjde6r3b5l8/TiQJHXAzMpI/AAAAAAAAADA/em1J0agBUWU/s640/IMG_1841.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9QOEiikAF48/TiQJN2ww0DI/AAAAAAAAADE/tKi6z3S26xA/s1600/IMG_1842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="423" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9QOEiikAF48/TiQJN2ww0DI/AAAAAAAAADE/tKi6z3S26xA/s640/IMG_1842.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The Ultimate Pinoy Vehicle!&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/-qmJaCMJf92U/TiQEW8aFMMI/AAAAAAAAACA/WYUtKMMwav4/s1600/IMG_1821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmJaCMJf92U/TiQEW8aFMMI/AAAAAAAAACA/WYUtKMMwav4/s640/IMG_1821.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LIHqX8nGL9I/TiQFmYGG4gI/AAAAAAAAACY/ihYcmT76Ucg/s1600/IMG_1828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LIHqX8nGL9I/TiQFmYGG4gI/AAAAAAAAACY/ihYcmT76Ucg/s640/IMG_1828.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;turon, bananaque, and kamoteque (which looks like french fries)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp1lJCJ3JU8/TiQFEOEFylI/AAAAAAAAACE/SdxnuSLGc2I/s1600/IMG_1823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp1lJCJ3JU8/TiQFEOEFylI/AAAAAAAAACE/SdxnuSLGc2I/s640/IMG_1823.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;Manggang hilaw! (green mango)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNGI7T1hmiM/TiQFf4OhDCI/AAAAAAAAACU/KunVnTV5xqo/s1600/IMG_1827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNGI7T1hmiM/TiQFf4OhDCI/AAAAAAAAACU/KunVnTV5xqo/s640/IMG_1827.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVo4smxE6pI/TiQFNkTMLDI/AAAAAAAAACI/IGIhehGKgiU/s1600/IMG_1824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVo4smxE6pI/TiQFNkTMLDI/AAAAAAAAACI/IGIhehGKgiU/s640/IMG_1824.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;Isaw, betamax (?), etc.&amp;nbsp;&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/-0EpiTs2huhY/TiQFU5TS1EI/AAAAAAAAACM/LGgE6_XXgZc/s1600/IMG_1825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0EpiTs2huhY/TiQFU5TS1EI/AAAAAAAAACM/LGgE6_XXgZc/s640/IMG_1825.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;The grand winner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DS3knGsFA4/TiQFamDhyMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XuK3hm8CY1E/s1600/IMG_1826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DS3knGsFA4/TiQFamDhyMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XuK3hm8CY1E/s640/IMG_1826.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;quek-quek, fishball, squidball, and kikiam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brQBL_fif68/TiQGIwkU-eI/AAAAAAAAACk/6MG3-nF7wo0/s1600/IMG_1831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brQBL_fif68/TiQGIwkU-eI/AAAAAAAAACk/6MG3-nF7wo0/s640/IMG_1831.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sA5jlIE3c4A/TiQGYFZ2z3I/AAAAAAAAACs/VXf7ZMySwkA/s1600/IMG_1832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sA5jlIE3c4A/TiQGYFZ2z3I/AAAAAAAAACs/VXf7ZMySwkA/s640/IMG_1832.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQPL6lIZn7A/TiQFyiRoQzI/AAAAAAAAACc/Mj85x6Q-MtA/s1600/IMG_1829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQPL6lIZn7A/TiQFyiRoQzI/AAAAAAAAACc/Mj85x6Q-MtA/s640/IMG_1829.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;tsitsirya (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dS43p5nj0LM/TiQF38-DanI/AAAAAAAAACg/YJ5i5S2vDqY/s1600/IMG_1830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dS43p5nj0LM/TiQF38-DanI/AAAAAAAAACg/YJ5i5S2vDqY/s640/IMG_1830.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-oZtxP31PZ5E/TiQGdqclP5I/AAAAAAAAACw/gLI_xorSNLc/s1600/IMG_1833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZtxP31PZ5E/TiQGdqclP5I/AAAAAAAAACw/gLI_xorSNLc/s640/IMG_1833.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: left;"&gt;Since I was looking at food for so long, I decided to get some since I was getting hungry. The result of my hunger: FISHBALLS! Funny how fishballs aren't balls, right? I ate it with the spicy sauce.&amp;nbsp;&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;That's all for my post. Hope you guys enjoyed my entry on the ultimate Pinoy street food!&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;-M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-5201789990048632130?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/5201789990048632130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/ultimate-pinoy-street-food-isaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/5201789990048632130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/5201789990048632130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/ultimate-pinoy-street-food-isaw.html' title='The Ultimate Pinoy Street Food: Isaw'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJzanbeofFM/TiQERNzksBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/M6ngqx829PE/s72-c/IMG_1819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484597384562356001.post-6383529141113351092</id><published>2011-07-18T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T04:04:50.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Two Indie Bands You Should be Listening To (if you haven't already)</title><content type='html'>I'm rather ashamed to admit that I've never been a big fan of the local music scene. I know that there are good bands whose good songs get aired on the radio - the problem with me is that I've never really been &lt;i&gt;hooked&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day my friends informed me of two local bands named &lt;b&gt;Moscow Olympics&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Taken by Cars&lt;/b&gt;, and once I listened to them, my life was never the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, though: Who are &lt;b&gt;Moscow Olympics&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;b&gt;Taken by Cars&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moscow Olympics&lt;/b&gt; is composed of 5 members: AJ (guitar/vocals), Dino (drums), Jojo (keyboards), Melanie (bass) and Richard (guitar). The band is currently under the Swedish label Lavender Recordings, and cite bands like New Order and My Bloody Valentine as their influences.&amp;nbsp;Currently they have one album out, entitled "Cut the World," which is apparently good enough that labels in the USA, Japan and Germany have released it in their respective countries as well. The band has been featured on the music blog &lt;b&gt;The Yellow Stereo&lt;/b&gt;, and are currently in the process of recording their second album (according to a status update on their &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/moskva80"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taken by Cars&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is composed of Sarah Marco (vocals), Bryce Zialcita (lead guitar), Derek "Siopao" Chua (rhythm guitar), Isa garcia (bass guitar), and Bryan Kong (drums/sampler). The band was named as one of Time's &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,2043327-2,00.html"&gt;Five New Bands to Watch&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in 2011. They cite New Order and Deerhunter as their influences, as well as singers like Florence Welch of Florence and the Machine. &lt;b&gt;Taken by Cars&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;has just released their much-anticipated sophomore effort, entitled &lt;i&gt;Dualist&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do they sound like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them fall somewhere between electro, new wave and shoegaze, but that's where the similarities end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Moscow Olympics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;' &lt;/i&gt;sound is smooth, dreamy pop accompanied by hushed vocals. &lt;b&gt;Taken by Cars&lt;/b&gt;, on the other hand, has a more energetic sound; the kind of music that would bring people to their feet and dance around. All the same, these bands are slowly getting some well-deserved attention - internationally, as well as locally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I choose to write about these two bands in particular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The less important reason was that I knew that if I blogged about already popular bands like Up Dharma Down, this blog post would be boring. I mean, everyone &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; who Up Dharma Down is already. It would be like telling the same story over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason was that I realized there was no sense in being a big fan of foreign bands like Switchfoot (who I love very much) when I wasn't even aware of how &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a lot of the local music actually is. I should have realized that earlier; there is much to appreciate, and everyone who doesn't know that yet &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; know as soon as possible. These two bands are a good way to start. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, everyone deserves to listen to something new and fresh every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/Ymxz8VVrQNg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ymxz8VVrQNg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ymxz8VVrQNg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/_T47rY-cYkM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_T47rY-cYkM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_T47rY-cYkM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;written by Corinne Syquia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-6383529141113351092?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/6383529141113351092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-indie-bands-you-should-be-listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/6383529141113351092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/6383529141113351092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-indie-bands-you-should-be-listening.html' title='Two Indie Bands You Should be Listening To (if you haven&apos;t already)'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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-3484597384562356001.post-1913453228963361342</id><published>2011-07-18T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T03:34:29.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino Fashion Designer Success Story - Furne One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Furne (Fernando) One is a Cebuano fashion designer who is now based in Dubai. He studied Bachelor of Fine Arts at the University of San Carlos in Cebu, Philippines. Furne One started getting the idea of becoming a fashion designer at the tender age of 10 years old since his mother and grandmother were both fashionistas. He took a lot of influence from them and he loved to sketch designs a lot. Unfortunately, when he went to college in Cebu there was no course for fashion design so he ended up taking fine arts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&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/-9EKr18NHs30/TiQGPy_V98I/AAAAAAAAACo/YIyobvP3Akw/s1600/furne-one-dubai-fashion-week.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="508" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9EKr18NHs30/TiQGPy_V98I/AAAAAAAAACo/YIyobvP3Akw/s640/furne-one-dubai-fashion-week.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In 1994, Furne joined the 1st MEGA magazine young designers competition in which the judges were big names in the international fashion industry such as Josie Natori, CEO and founder of New York based The Natori Company. Furne had won the the grand prize in the competition and was awarded a trip to Paris, where he had trained for a while. After training in Paris, Josie Natori invited him to work in New York for the Natori Company as an apprentice. When Furne had returned to Cebu he joined another competition sponsored by the government in which he once again won the grand prize, a trip to japan. Furne worked in Japan for a while and won the coveted women's wear award. After working in Japan for a while, Furne knew he wanted to be based abroad but he wasn't sure where. He thought of New York and Paris but then a friend suggested Dubai. He realized that Dubai might be a better fit because in New York and Paris the competition is quite tight and he loved it in Dubai. In Dubai, he worked for a company designing clothes for wealthy Arabic women. After a few years he decided to move on to a fashion house of his own. He partnered with Rashid Ali, who takes care of the management and business side of the company. He called his brand Amato which means beloved and added haute couture because his designs were really high fashion and 80% sewn by hand. According to him beadwork is a must or else the gown will be too ordinary, having learned that from his Arab clients. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84pbKGnCE0U/TiQGl0Bd1AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/x5zXn5UJFm0/s1600/Amato-lady-in-attic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="470" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84pbKGnCE0U/TiQGl0Bd1AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/x5zXn5UJFm0/s640/Amato-lady-in-attic.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Another thing dramatically transformed Furne One into a celebrity in Europe's Fashion world. German supermodel, Heidi Klum asked Furne to design gowns for the 18 models in her popular Tv show, Germany's next top model after being shown a catalogue of Furne's latest collection. The show was broadcast in Europe showing all of Furne's designs and the media loved it. Furne became a celebrity in Germany, being featured in German newspapers and fashion magazines. He had also designed a dress for popular actress and singer Jenny Elbers-Elbertzhagen which won her the "best dressed lady of the evening" at the Leipziger Opernball. Lately Furne had been invited to Miami fashion week in which he recieved the Designer Choice Award. To Furne it's all a dream come true and according to him the key to success is hard work and diligence as well as a little good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKD0YLldP1U/TiQIwqNpDjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6-NzsATAkSg/s1600/allure5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKD0YLldP1U/TiQIwqNpDjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6-NzsATAkSg/s640/allure5.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-1913453228963361342?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/1913453228963361342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/filipino-fashion-designer-success-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/1913453228963361342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/1913453228963361342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/filipino-fashion-designer-success-story.html' title='Filipino Fashion Designer Success Story - Furne One'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9EKr18NHs30/TiQGPy_V98I/AAAAAAAAACo/YIyobvP3Akw/s72-c/furne-one-dubai-fashion-week.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484597384562356001.post-4933119028457161434</id><published>2011-07-18T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T03:35:23.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ultimate pinoy Cold treat: Ice Candy by-trixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Georgia; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ICE CANDY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Georgia; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Georgia; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ7LIe0xXu4/TiQCycLrP2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/cPuIk1cnjh8/s1600/6a00d8341c570653ef00e54f1fe8cc8834-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ7LIe0xXu4/TiQCycLrP2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/cPuIk1cnjh8/s640/6a00d8341c570653ef00e54f1fe8cc8834-800wi.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-384x3gND47w/TiQCzCWv3gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5MvheU5LqUU/s1600/117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-384x3gND47w/TiQCzCWv3gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5MvheU5LqUU/s640/117.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Georgia; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Georgia; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I got this from ingredient list and how to make them from this site:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.femalenetwork.com/girltalk/index.php?topic=175995.0"&gt;http://www.femalenetwork.com/girltalk/index.php?topic=175995.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;while I was google-ing "Ice Candy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Georgia; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Georgia; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;BUKO ICE CANDY&lt;br /&gt;1 can condensed milk (300ml)&lt;br /&gt;1- 1/2 cup grated buko&lt;br /&gt;1 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 cups coconut water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 gallon water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mix all ingredients together: condensed milk, grated buko, white sugar,vanilla,coconut water and water.&lt;br /&gt;- Mix well until sugar is dissolved and condensed milk well blended.&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare the container or ice candy plastic bags and pour the mixture with a funnel to make ice candies. Makes 40-50 pcs. ice candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINEAPPLE ICE CANDY&lt;br /&gt;4 cups pineapple Juice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 gallon water&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp pineapple extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dissolve sugar in water thoroughly before adding all ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;- Mix all ingredients together: pineapple juice, pineapple extract, sugar and water.&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare the container or ice candy plastic bags and pour the mixture with a funnel to make ice candies. Makes 30-40 pcs. ice candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORN ICE CANDY&lt;br /&gt;1 can condensed milk (300 mI)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup creamed corn (canned)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 gallon water&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Mix all ingredients together: condensed milk, creamed corn,vanilla and water.&lt;br /&gt;- Mix well until sugar is dissolved and condensed milk well blended.&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare the container or ice candy plastic bags and pour the mixture with a funnel to make ice candies. Makes 30-40 pcs. ice candies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Georgia; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Georgia; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Of course&amp;nbsp;this is only half of the things you could probably make Ice candy with. I wasn't introduced to this until I came to the Philippines on 2007. I grew up in the states and since It's pretty hot in the Philippines. I figured buying a cold treat. I never went around but I did tell my other cousins that grew up here to buy me something cold and they came back with this plastic hard thing,they called "Ice Candy" although they did pronounce it "Ice Kendi". I wonder on what it was but&amp;nbsp;of course&amp;nbsp;I not a total foreigner to be complaining about the packaging and what not. I figured trying it out. I remember mine was mango flavored and I immediately fell inlove with it. O.O It was awesome and really cheap. I bought mine for 3 Pesos. Now&amp;nbsp;a day&amp;nbsp;they sell Ice candy for about 5-10 pesos(depending on the size). What's even cooler about the the Ice Candy is that you can make it ! and it's fairly Easy. You can also choose what flavors you'd like to make and choose how big you want them. They usually sell this around summer time or any hot weather. This has been a locally made version of the Ice Pops in the States(USA) and or "G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 16px;"&gt;hiacciolo" of Italy. These can be bought mostly anywhere within the Philippines. Although you can't buy Ice Candy from Asian stores in America. There are some Asian families(like mine) that make them themselves for the family to share. This is an awesome and very loved frozen treat of the Philippines. You're a Filipino, if you know what an ICE CANDY is. ;)&amp;nbsp;&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/3484597384562356001-4933119028457161434?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/4933119028457161434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/ultimate-pinoy-cold-treat-ice-candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/4933119028457161434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/4933119028457161434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/ultimate-pinoy-cold-treat-ice-candy.html' title='the ultimate pinoy Cold treat: Ice Candy by-trixie'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ7LIe0xXu4/TiQCycLrP2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/cPuIk1cnjh8/s72-c/6a00d8341c570653ef00e54f1fe8cc8834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484597384562356001.post-9102784203848263009</id><published>2011-07-17T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T04:09:20.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post!</title><content type='html'>Good Day everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is a project for our class in school. It is composed of 6 authors. I'm not quite sure if they want you knowing their names, so I'm going to ask them first if I'm allowed to give their full names or if they prefer a nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... What can you expect in this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So far, the first post is the ULTIMATE PINOY BLOG. We have to post the ultimate Pinoy things! Like food, clothes, etc. We're doing this for our Philien class which I thought before was Philippine Literature AND English but it's Philippine Literature IN English. I felt like such a failure after that. But forget about my stupid moments in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, asides from us writing those things, we will also be writing essays and reflection essays. I think it's quite a fun project since I personally like writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I have to get going. But we'll be posting more tomorrow or later tonight about the Ultimate Pinoy Stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484597384562356001-9102784203848263009?l=cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/feeds/9102784203848263009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/9102784203848263009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484597384562356001/posts/default/9102784203848263009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantfindagoodblogtitle.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-post.html' title='First Post!'/><author><name>llean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07985197467435512455</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>
