<?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-15353813</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:22:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants and musings of a teenage blogger</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-114638275275882877</id><published>2006-04-30T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:39:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory of Junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/lance_malvien/junior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/lance_malvien/junior.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living with me for more than four years, and battling the detoriation of old age for almost a year, my beloved cat, Junior, finally succumbed to death last April 5, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears In Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h4 class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Eric Clapton and Will Jennings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p class="verse"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Would you know my name&lt;br /&gt; If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt; Would it be the same&lt;br /&gt; If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="chorus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I must be strong&lt;br /&gt; And carry on,&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I know I don't belong&lt;br /&gt; Here in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="verse"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Would you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt; If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt; Would you help me stand&lt;br /&gt; If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="chorus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll find my way&lt;br /&gt; Through night and day,&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I know I just can't stay&lt;br /&gt; Here in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="bridge"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Time can bring you down,&lt;br /&gt; Time can bend your knees.&lt;br /&gt; Time can break your heart,&lt;br /&gt; Have you begging please, begging please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="chorus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Beyond the door,&lt;br /&gt; There's peace I'm sure,&lt;br /&gt; And I know there'll be no more&lt;br /&gt; Tears in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="verse"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Would you know my name&lt;br /&gt; If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt; Would it be the same&lt;br /&gt; If I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I must be strong&lt;br /&gt; And carry on,&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I know I don't belong&lt;br /&gt; Here in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-114638275275882877?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/114638275275882877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/114638275275882877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-loving-memory-of-junior.html' title='In Loving Memory of Junior'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-114638074938873977</id><published>2006-04-30T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:05:49.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why my dad isn’t a suitable travel buddy?</title><content type='html'>After coming home from work, my dad picked me up last Thursday midnight, the perfect time to depart from home if you’re traveling for six hours on the road. Yep, you heard it, and usually six-hour-drive only mean one thing: Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we’re not heading there for vacation, but for education. UP is my dream school ever since childhood and I was partly devastated after learning I failed the UPCAT. &gt;&lt;; But after learning that my UPG is still within their cut-off grades, I dared for it. We checked up on UP Los Banos, but up to now, it’s still unsure. In Baguio, however, my mum’s hinting that there may still be a chance. She put me in the waiting list after being advised that whenever someone who is qualified fails to enroll, they will be giving chance to the waitlisted. She was also advised to have my medical examination at UPB clinic as early as possible since the admins won’t be entertaining waitlisted with incomplete requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Thursday, I found myself sitting at the back of the taxi with my dad, heading towards the bus terminal. With the stuff I’ve brought, I dunno if I would be classified as a traveler. I only packed an extra shirt, a small Piglet pillow, a not-so-thick jacket, a bottle of C2 apple, some sign pen, and my requirements. Nonetheless, I still feel a bit proud since I found the small pillow nifty for long travels and the C2 quite refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, my dad and I arrived at the Victory Liner terminal to find out that the 1 am trip is already full and the next trip would be at 4 am. Puh-lease! I can’t afford to wait 3 hrs just for a bus. We transfer to the nearby terminal (by means of walking), namely Dagupan Bus Co, and arrived just in time for the next trip: 1:30 am. Since I haven’t traveled to Baguio via bus, I didn’t know a thing about the ticket payments. I thought it was like you have to purchase a ticket first before boarding the bus, so you could imagine how shock I was when my dad boarded the bus without the ticket. &gt;&lt;; Really silly of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there wasn’t anything to see since it was sooooo early in the morning, I just love looking out of the window. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I traveled north very rarely. Anyway, back to the topic of ticketing, I guess I annoyed my dad pretty well because when I saw the conductor nearing us, I slapped him hard on the shoulder. It turns out that the conductor was only giving tickets, and would come back later for the payment. What makes me laugh though was that my dad (who, I guess was already hal-asleep) was trying to pay the conductor with just Php500 when both our fare sums up to Php 680. &gt;&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but I suppose I’m a person with the habit of not falling asleep during a trip, especially if I’m not frequent to the place we were heading. I had some trouble falling asleep, checking on my watch every now and then. When I had finally fallen asleep, I woke up with the tips of my fingers and my left foot numbing from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Baguio around 7:00 am. I thought that at last, I would be getting off the freezing cold of the bus, only to find out it is as cold outside as it was inside. Cold and hungry, I felt heaven at last after spotting a Jollibee branch nearby. We went inside, and after telling my dad what I want for breakfast, I rushed towards the bathroom with one thing in mind: the hand dryer, to warm my numb hand. It didn’t help a lot but at least, I was warmed up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotsilog was my breakfast. A combination of Hotdog, fried rice (sinangag), and fried egg (itlog). It was an almost perfect breakfast only ruined by freezing cold ketchup and absence of any beverages. Good thing I still have some C2 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we headed to UP Baguio which turns out to be only walking distance from the terminal itself. Maybe it has something to do with the odd looks we got after paying our fare and asking to drop us off at the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP Baguio is relatively small compared to other UP campuses. Their ceiling is somewhat too low, as my dad pointed out, seeing that his head is almost touching it. Another thing I’ve noticed is the widespread portrayal of lizards. Yep, you heard it right. Lizards. I saw one on a wire sculpture, placed on top of what seems to be a globe. (Read: Lizards invading the Earth!!), another one etched on the trellis, and one on the painting. Now I wonder what the hell those lizards have to do with UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medical examination went fairly well, except after the doctor informed me that I’m 20 lbs heavier than I should be. &gt;&lt;; She also advised me to avoid red meat and eat more white meat, and if course, exercise. After the examination, my dad was in a hurry. It turns out he still has a meeting later that afternoon. We just bought another bottle of C2 (the previous one was already on its way of going out) and some snacks, and boarded the nearby bus without further ado, only to find out that the bus we boarded was Olongapo bound. &gt;&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were advised to drop off at Dau, Pampanga where we could ride a bus going to Manila. I was surprised to see my dad out for some adventure, not thinking about the meeting he was supposed to attend. I didn’t share his excitement until he bought me a rather large chocolate ice cream, which the kid near us seems to envy, even sending his own dad out of the bus to buy one. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a travel of six hours, and transferring to another bus, we arrived at Manila around 4 pm, quite exhausted. My dad told me to go ahead since he will be meeting up with someone, giving me a hundred bucks, and instructing me where to ride. I asked where he was headed and if I would come. He agreed, quite forgetting the money he gave me which is now residing safely in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 7 pm when we arrive home, exhausted, and clutching no pasalubong for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-114638074938873977?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/114638074938873977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/114638074938873977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-my-dad-isnt-suitable-travel-buddy.html' title='Why my dad isn’t a suitable travel buddy?'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-114299303281851603</id><published>2006-03-22T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:03:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking out at Pinoy A*KO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/P3242074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/P3242074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snapshot from the PUP Pinoy Anime Konvention held last March 18. It's me (in the middle) with Chirurie-chan and Ken, cosplaying as Tohma-kun from the Gravitation series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaahhh! It was such an event! To tell you the truth, it was my first time to watch an open-category cosplay event, and I had a blast! There are almost a 115 cosplayers who joined the competition, and I had a great time just watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/yaoist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/yaoist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way... Yaoi rocks!! Nyahahaha! Check out this banner made by Chirurie-chan. I didn't think that there are a lot of Yaoi fan girls around. Hehehe, gives more evidence in my research. ^^;&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/71a23a18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/71a23a18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;explicit&lt;/span&gt; example of Yaoi... O_o Poor Kuya Batella, raped by Iori of KoF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba talaga ang may dala ng mahabang espada... Tsk, tsk, tsk. Lapitin ng kabaklaan! ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-114299303281851603?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/114299303281851603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/114299303281851603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/rocking-out-at-pinoy-ako.html' title='Rocking out at Pinoy A*KO!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-114199738335921586</id><published>2006-03-10T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:29:43.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings addiction...</title><content type='html'>Having some addiction over &lt;a href="http://blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;... ^^; Nyahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE5DE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF5EE"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly sensitive, but you often put up a front.&lt;br /&gt;Shy and private, you yearn for security.&lt;br /&gt;You take relationships slowly. &lt;br /&gt;You need lots of reassurances before you can trust.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Emo Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/emo-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you don't rock out...&lt;br /&gt;You just rock out with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Die at Age 79&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  79  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how you'll die as well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&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/15353813-114199738335921586?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/114199738335921586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/114199738335921586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/03/blogthings-addiction.html' title='Blogthings addiction...'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-114093506367260546</id><published>2006-02-26T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:24:24.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines: Currently under State of National Emergency</title><content type='html'>February 24, 2006, Friday morning, the Philippines woke up to find the Malacanang declaring that they have quashed an attempted coup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of finding this news reassuring, the public's fear heighten as the government suspended the classes in all levels at NCR (National Capital Region). It was almost 7 am when they made this announcement, and most of the students that are already at school, are later sent home. Our school, however, decided to continue the classes since we're not part of NCR, though, the faculty staff had set up a TV to be updated to what's really happening out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home later that afternoon to see my dad's group joining the protestors that marched along Ayala Ave on TV. As expected, he didn't go home that night, probably still busy with the rallies going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I received a call from my dad saying that they have lost, but still not giving up. he couldn't even tell me his exact location since he suspects that our conversation is currently tapped. Maybe that could explain why the reception of the call seems to be interrupted. Arrgh! To hell whoever is wiretapping us! Intrude our conversation  once more, and I swear, you wish you have never been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while I'm at downtown, buying myself a prepaid internet card, a headline on a tabloid caught my attention. It says that the "The Daily Tribune", a newspaper my dad is fond of reading, which is according to him, a great critic of the administration, had been raided. Click &lt;a href="http://www.tribune.net.ph/headlines/20060226hed1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this doesn't seem like  just a simple State of Emergency to me. It shows the president had just used the term to avoid terror to the public, but whatever she may call it, it still looks like Martial Law to me, and so for former president Ramos. As far as I've heard, declaring a state of emergency gives the authorities power to arrest anyone without a written warrant or stuff. It is a downright disregard of human rights, as same as what happened to the Tribune office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-114093506367260546?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/114093506367260546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/114093506367260546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/philippines-currently-under-state-of.html' title='Philippines: Currently under State of National Emergency'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113973752794347366</id><published>2006-02-12T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:45:27.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe This Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maybe This Time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Two old friends meet again&lt;br /&gt;Wearin' older faces&lt;br /&gt;And talk about the places they've been&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;It was four years ago, since we first met. He seems like my opposite alter ego. I’m serious as he is funny. I’m reserved as he is outgoing. I’m typical as he is unique. Though despite the obvious dissimilarities, we became friends in a matter of seconds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;He was like my savior, saving me from the dark abyss I have fallen in. Whenever I’m down, he’ll always crack up a joke to make me smile. He taught me how to be optimistic, see things in a comical way, and never take things too seriously.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Naturally, I fell in love with him, or more likely, a deep infatuation. As far as I know, he’s oblivious to that fact. I never cared to tell him though, thinking the feeling would be gone once the term ended.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Two old sweethearts who fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere long ago&lt;br /&gt;How are they to know&lt;br /&gt;Someday they'd meet again&lt;br /&gt;And have a need for more than reminiscin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;As the new school term started, we’ve seen less of each other. He had found new friends as I had done. For two years, we never had the chance to sit down and talk. It was merely bumping into a corridor and acknowledging one another with a nod or a smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;It was like what I have thought. I just fancied him and in a matter of time, I’ll be fancying another one again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maybe this time&lt;br /&gt;It'll be lovin' they'll find&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now they can be more than just friends&lt;br /&gt;She's back in his life&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time, love won't end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;But why, in all instances, do I come back to him? Why, after fancying another guy, do I look for him and gaze at his angelic face? Why can’t I get him out of my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's the same old feeling back again&lt;br /&gt;It's the one that they had way back when&lt;br /&gt;They were too young to know when love is real&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, some things never change&lt;br /&gt;And even time hasn't cooled the flame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;After two years, we’ve met again. He was still the same, still the funny guy who had unknowingly caught my heart. He would still crack up a joke, still make fun of everything. And I? I still love him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's burnin' even brighter than it did before&lt;br /&gt;It got another chance, and if they take it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;As the days passed, I knew I was falling deeper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maybe this time&lt;br /&gt;It'll be lovin' they'll find&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now they can be more than just friends&lt;br /&gt;She's back in his life&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time, love won't end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I had set my mind. No matter what happened, I gotta let him know. This is my last year in high school, the last moment I could come up to him and talk. I don’t care if I’m risking our friendship, I just couldn’t afford letting him go without him knowing what I feel for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;She's smilin' like she used to smile way back then&lt;br /&gt;She's feelin' like she used to feel way back when&lt;br /&gt;They tried, but somethin' kept them&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for this magic moment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;For weeks, I have waited for this night. It was the perfect time to tell him how I really feel. My hands are both dead clammy as he was just standing beside me. I told him everything as I hold on to his hand, holding on to the yearning in my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I asked him if it’s alright with him. He smiled confidently as he assured me that nothing would ever, ever change. I returned his smile, all my fear and anxiety vanishing in that one single moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maybe this time&lt;br /&gt;It'll be lovin' they'll find&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now they can be more than just friends&lt;br /&gt;She's back in his life&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;In the first sound of the song, I looked at his eyes and asked if it’s alright for me to dance with me. He took my hand and under the moonlight, we danced. I was both happy and sad at that moment. Happy, for at last, I’ve got the chance to dance with him. Sad that after this night, nothing would ever be the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maybe this time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time love won't end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;At the sound of the last key, I pulled him into a tight embrace and whispered, “Thank You.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113973752794347366?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113973752794347366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113973752794347366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/maybe-this-time.html' title='Maybe This Time'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113973715857966694</id><published>2006-02-12T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:39:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Mountain Oscars Nomination</title><content type='html'>After checking out &lt;a href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/"&gt;Oscars' Nominees&lt;/a&gt; page in Yahoo!, I found that Brokeback Mountain snagged 8 nominations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Best Picture, Brokeback Mountain got the Oscar Expert's choice and most votes from Yahoo! users. Same as for Ang Lee, in Achievement in Directing award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger as the Best Actor was beaten by Joaquin Phoenix by 11% according to Yahoo! users though the Experts' choice Philip Seymour Hoffman followed Ledger 13% behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though for Best Supporting Actor, Jake Gyllenhaal stood 5% of Yahoo! users ahead the Expert's choice George Clooney. Same as for Michelle Williams for Best Supporting Actress over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Best Adapted Screenplay, the Experts and Yahoo! users agree with 46%. Same for Achievement in Cinematography, 33%,  and Best Original Score with 36%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, 8 nominations, and with each, they seem to have a chance. Makes me look forward to February 15.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113973715857966694?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113973715857966694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113973715857966694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/brokeback-mountain-oscars-nomination.html' title='Brokeback Mountain Oscars Nomination'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113972196615334584</id><published>2006-02-12T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:26:06.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make way for The Furry Convicts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C8C8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Band Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E9E9FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/band.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Furry Convicts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/"&gt;Band Name Generator&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/15353813-113972196615334584?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113972196615334584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113972196615334584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/make-way-for-furry-convicts.html' title='Make way for The Furry Convicts!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113972173325603959</id><published>2006-02-12T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:22:13.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>According to the Tarot</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are The Magician&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/magician.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and wise - beyond what anyone can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply complex, you have the resources to connect to the spiritual and material world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses the knowledge to manipulate your life and the lives around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a great healing power, should you choose to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have unhidden powers that you have yet to tap into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, you will better understand how to use your intellect and intuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or now, you will discover how you can manipulate yourself and others for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at the beginning of a path of spiritual enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&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/15353813-113972173325603959?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113972173325603959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113972173325603959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/according-to-tarot.html' title='According to the Tarot'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113972017555870827</id><published>2006-02-12T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:56:15.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking back on the 1920</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C7B299" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 1920's Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DBD0C2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonita Georgetta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your 1920's Name?&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/15353813-113972017555870827?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113972017555870827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113972017555870827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/walking-back-on-1920.html' title='Walking back on the 1920'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113971391438659582</id><published>2006-02-12T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:29:14.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was a French</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF2BF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAE6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiterie Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your French Name?&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/15353813-113971391438659582?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113971391438659582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113971391438659582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-i-was-french.html' title='If I was a French'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113962589332640704</id><published>2006-02-11T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:44:53.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/teaser%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/teaser%20poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Love is a force of nature&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/div&gt; From Academy Award-winning filmmaker Ang Lee comes an epic American love story, based on the short story by Pulitzer Prize-winning author Annie Proulx and adapted for the screen by the team of Pulitzer Prize-winning author Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana. Set against the sweeping vistas of Wyoming and Texas, the film tells the story of two young men – a ranch-hand and a rodeo cowboy – who meet in the summer of 1963, and unexpectedly forge a lifelong connection, one whose complications, joys and tragedies provide a testament to the endurance and power of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early one morning in Signal, Wyoming, Ennis del Mar (Heath Ledger) and Jack Twist (Jake Gyllenhaal) meet while lining up for employment with local rancher Joe Aguirre (Randy Quaid). The world which Ennis and Jack have been born into is at once changing rapidly and yet scarcely evolving. Both young men seem certain of their set places in the heartland – obtaining steady work, marrying and raising a family – and yet hunger for something beyond what they can articulate. When Aguirre dispatches them to work as sheepherders up on the majestic Brokeback Mountain, they gravitate towards camaraderie and then a deeper intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At summer's end, the two must come down from Brokeback and part ways. Remaining in Wyoming, Ennis weds his sweetheart Alma (Michelle Williams), with whom he will have two daughters as he ekes out a living. Jack, in Texas, catches the eye of a rodeo queen Lureen Newsome (Anne Hathaway). Their courtship and marriage result in a son, as well as jobs in her father's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years pass. One day, Alma brings Ennis a postcard from Jack, who is en route to visit Wyoming. Ennis waits expectantly for his friend, and when Jack at last arrives, in just one moment it is clear that the passage of time has only strengthened the men's attachment. In the years that follow, Ennis and Jack struggle to keep their secret bond alive. They meet up several times annually. Even when they are apart, they face the eternal questions of fidelity, commitment and trust. Ultimately, the one constant in their lives is a force of nature – love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Footnotes::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Synopsis taken from &lt;a href="http://movieweb.com/movies/film/57/2457/synopsis.php"&gt;MovieWeb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The movie will be released here in the Philippines on February 15, '06&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113962589332640704?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113962589332640704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113962589332640704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/brokeback-mountain.html' title='Brokeback Mountain'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113962407177681435</id><published>2006-02-11T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:14:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stampede at Ultra claimed 73 lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fonttext"&gt;An article from &lt;a href="http://news.inq7.net/breaking/index.php?index=2&amp;amp;story_id=65112"&gt;INQ7.net.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine Red Cross has revised its earlier count of 88 dead and brought it down to 73 after discovering that some of the fatalities in the stampede in Pasig Saturday morning had been counted twice.&lt;p&gt;Philippine Red Cross chief and Senator Richard Gordon also said 392 others were injured in Philsport arena (formerly known as Ultra) when thousands stampeded for stadium seats to a popular noontime television game show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of the 392 people injured were not in serious condition, and many had been treated and released, Gordon added.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thousands of people stampeded into the Philsport arena in Manila at dawn to secure limited seats hours ahead of the live broadcast of a popular noontime television variety show called "Wowowee" on broadcast giant ABS-CBN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The show offered a top prize of one million pesos, a house and lot, and a car for its anniversary commemorated today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, who visited the site of the tragedy, expressed sorrow over the incident and ordered all government agencies to extend their full support to the victims.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She also gave government investigators 72 hours to submit the results of their probe into the tragedy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cause of the incident is still under investigation. Some officials have said that a person in the crowd had shouted "bomb," triggering the stampede but survivors and police investigators said it was just the sheer crush of people, surging into a narrow passageway to enter the stadium.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aside from De Castro, Senator Richard Gordon, chairman of the Philippine National Red Cross, and Metro Manila police chief Vidal Querol were on hand early to assist the victims, most of who were brought to the Rizal Medical Center and Medical City.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The stampede erupted at around 6 a.m. as thousands, including those who had been camped outside the stadium since Wednesday, were lined up to watch “Wowowee.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Television footage showed Army and Red Cross personnel loading the remains of the victims on military trucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We will extend assistance to the victims. We will also look at the liabilities,” Pasig City Mayor Vicente Eusebio said in a separate interview.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ABS-CBN anchor Karen Davila announced on air that the Lopez-owned network was “saddened” by the tragedy and would shoulder the medical and funeral expenses of the victims.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quoting initial reports, Querol said the stampede erupted after a heckler shouted to the crowd that there was a bomb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We are looking at the lack of a security arrangement,” Eastern Police District (EPD) Chief Director Oscar Calderon told reporters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bodies covered with blankets were still lying on the street outside the stadium as paramedics prioritized those still alive so they could be taken to hospitals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little boy was seen crying over the body of his mother, trying to awaken her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives of the dead said they were told that tickets to the show were supposed to be given out starting at 6 a.m. By 7 a.m., the restive crowd started pushing and shoving to get inside the gates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some were clambering up the roof while others were squeezing their bodies inside the gates that were being opened at times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thousands of people were still streaming through the area after the incident, milling around dead bodies and blocking the entry of ambulances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Discarded shoes and slippers along with broken bottles and food were scattered all around the stadium.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it just shows how poverty had affected the minds of everyone. They would do anything to be able to join the game show where a lot of prizes are at stake, not caring about the people they had stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems absurd, but yes, it's the sad reality. When money is at stake, they seem to look at everyone with narrow eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a sociologist commented that poverty isn't the main reason of the stampede, you can't still removed the fact that it is somehow connected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113962407177681435?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113962407177681435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113962407177681435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/stampede-at-ultra-claimed-73-lives.html' title='Stampede at Ultra claimed 73 lives'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113879479408959431</id><published>2006-02-01T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:53:14.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_o</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special whatsoever... just feeling a bit depressed, without any idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113879479408959431?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113879479408959431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113879479408959431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/02/oo.html' title='O_o'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113845364342047230</id><published>2006-01-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:07:23.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UST Entrance exam</title><content type='html'>Guess what, guys? I've passed the College entrance test at University of Sto. Tomas. ^^; Faculty of Arts and Letters, Political Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's still with my UPCAT's results whether I'll be entering UST or not. If ever I passed the UPCAT, it would be my family's greatest dream ^^; Hehehe, take note: I'm NOT exaggerating. If ever I failed, on the other hand, I should passed the scholarship exam from DBP to be able to enter UST. Let's face it, my mum can't afford sending me and my brother to college at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113845364342047230?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113845364342047230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113845364342047230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/01/ust-entrance-exam.html' title='UST Entrance exam'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113845242944987576</id><published>2006-01-28T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:53:15.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey, survey</title><content type='html'>So, you think another Friendster-like survey, eh? Think again. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need your opinion! This is for the research I'm doing in partial fulfillment of our requirements in English. It's just a questionnaire, no need to worry. You don't have to state your name, just your age, sex and opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Shonen-Ai and Yaoi Genre:&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Why is it a fad among teenage girls?&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;(Sample Questionnaire)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Name (optional):&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Age: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sex:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Have you ever tried reading Japanese comics known as manga?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Yes&lt;span style=""&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;No&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If yes, how often do you read a manga?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Seldom&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Always&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Rarely&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Never&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If no, what other reading materials do you engage in?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Magazines&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Books&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Newspaper&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Internet&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Other (Please specify) _______________&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Have you encountered a story of a romantic affair between two boys?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes&lt;span style=""&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;No&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. How do you view a Shonen-Ai manga?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Piece of crap&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Promotes homosexuality&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Extension of the writer’s fantasy&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Just a craze&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;A form of art&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. Would you ever try reading other series apart from what you have read?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Yes&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;No&lt;span style=""&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input type="checkbox"&gt;Maybe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I can't still make the check box work, so just type in your answer, okay? On the comments link, by the way. Please, please do comment. I really need it for my research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your cooperation. ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113845242944987576?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113845242944987576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113845242944987576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/01/survey-survey.html' title='Survey, survey'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113796984539962560</id><published>2006-01-23T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T06:48:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manny Pacquiao Knock Outs Erik Morales</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;People's champ TKOs Mexican legend&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One nation in jubilation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First posted 01:43am (Mla time) Jan 23, 2006&lt;br /&gt;By Christine O. Avendaño, PDI Bureaus&lt;br /&gt;Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOON AFTER scoring an electrifying victory in Las Vegas, ring sensation Manny Pacquiao expressed one wish for his country: "Sana magkaintindihan na po tayong lahat (I hope we'll all finally end our differences)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for three or four hours yesterday, Filipinos looked like they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Metro Manila and elsewhere in the country, families stayed glued in front of their television sets, many motorists and jeepney drivers stayed off the streets, traders closed their shops and others set up TV monitors in markets to watch their idol hammer Erik Morales to submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one hospital in Quezon City, doctors and nurses burst into cheers, although a patient was undergoing surgery in a nearby operating room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communist guerrillas and Moro separatist insurgents also listened to or watched the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if only fleetingly, a people deeply divided over their President had united behind a former bakery worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacquiao expressed his wish for his country on national and cable television when interviewed in his dressing room after the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boxer was surrounded by Filipino officials, led by First Gentleman Jose Miguel Arroyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacquiao profusely thanked the nation for supporting him with its prayers. He admitted he felt like crying over the huge support his compatriots gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you would continue to support me and, especially to President Macapagal-Arroyo, thank you, thank you very much and to you all, thank you very much," Pacquiao said. "God bless you all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacquiao also spoke by phone to Ms Arroyo, who watched the bout from Malacañang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I join Filipinos from every corner of the Philippines and the world in congratulating Manny Pacquiao on his very convincing victory," Ms Arroyo said in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;An inspiration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said Pacquiao's win should serve "as an inspiration and constant reminder to all our countrymen that the Filipino can be the best in any endeavor when he puts his heart into it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the fight was going in Las Vegas on Saturday night (Sunday morning in the Philippines), there were only a few shoppers in the big malls in Metro Manila, despite it being a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the usual mall customers apparently stayed home or had gone elsewhere to watch the bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoppers began to come in at about 3 p.m., when the fight was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheering every punch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only light traffic flowed along stretches of EDSA (Epifanio delos Santos Avenue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Pampanga province, many jeepney and tricycle drivers in San Fernando City stopped plying their routes and watched the fight on television at their terminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Pacquiao punch that found Morales' chin or stomach set up roars of cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The victory of Manny is a moral booster to all of us Filipinos, especially during these times," said driver Nestor Ocampo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Baguio City, traffic was at its lightest in years because most residents stayed home to watch the fight, according to the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of people converged on Malcolm Square downtown to watch a delayed telecast of the match on a widescreen set up by the ABS-CBN network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pretext for reunions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Barangay Dominican, families used the match as an excuse to hold reunions. Jeepney and taxi drivers also took a breather to watch the match before plying their routes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cab driver Marvin Tangganan kept on working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I decided to earn a living because the radio already broadcast the fight, and I already knew who won," Tangganan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Las Vegas watching the fight, Ilocos Sur Governor Luis "Chavit" Singson acted as the "blow-by-blow commentator" of a radio station in Vigan City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singson interrupted a religious program of the dwRS Commando Radio to deliver his fight commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sorsogon City, hundreds of passengers going to different towns were stranded for hours after jeepney drivers grounded their vehicles to watch the bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deserted streets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets were deserted, a scene experienced only during Good Friday. Tricycle drivers also stopped plying their routes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurants with TV sets were packed with jubilant customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Grace Pascual, administrative officer of SN-dzRS, refused to watch the fight, saying she wouldn't be able to bear it if Pacquiao lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From their hideouts somewhere south of Luzon, the Communist Party of the Philippines and the New People's Army joined the nation in celebrating the victory of Pacquiao and that of another Filipino, Jimrex Jaca, in an undercard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Victory for the people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We salute them for their victory. Their win is also the victory of the people," communist spokesperson Gregorio "Ka Roger" Rosal said in a text message. He said he followed the fight on radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked if the rebels momentarily stopped their operations against government forces so they could monitor the bout, Rosal said: "The NPA operations against the enemies continued even while some of the Red fighters were monitoring the fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cotabato City, the Moro Islamic liberation Front congratulated Pacquiao on his feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We expected that he would win the bout. We join the Filipino people not only in the country but those overseas as well in celebrating his victory," MILF spokesperson Eid Kabalu said on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We support him. We are happy that even in sports, our group feels the spirit of unity," Kabalu added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the front provided its forces in the field with TV sets so they could watch the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Politicians were also ebullient.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator Richard Gordon said the fight was spectacular and noted how Pacquiao was "focused" throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's one thing we Filipinos lack. He also showed the Pinoy is world-class," Gordon said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator Edgardo Angara said of Pacquiao: "He's a national treasure. Let's take care of him and let's not push him to exhaust himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator Francis Pangilinan called Pacquiao "truly the Filipino people's champion." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;With reports from Tonette Orejas, PDI Central Luzon Desk; Leoncio Balbin Jr., Frank Cimatu and Vincent Cabreza, PDI Northern Luzon Bureau; Delfin T. Mallari Jr. and Bobby Labalan, PDI Southern Luzon Bureau; Michael Lim Ubac, Luige del Puerto and TJ Burgonio in Manila, and PDI Mindanao Bureau, and Agence France-Presse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article taken from &lt;a href="http://news.inq7.net/nation/index.php?index=1&amp;story_id=63798"&gt;Inq7.Net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113796984539962560?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113796984539962560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113796984539962560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/01/manny-pacquiao-knock-outs-erik-morales.html' title='Manny Pacquiao Knock Outs Erik Morales'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113782201338585650</id><published>2006-01-21T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:40:13.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just an update of what happened in my Christmas Vacation. Haven't wrote the stuff about New Year, though. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~Lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;December 24 :: Saturday&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;With just a day left before Christmas, we did some shopping for our Christmas Eve feast, otherwise known as Noche Buena.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After eating lunch at Max’s, my cousin and I deviated from our parents and spent the next three hours in the ice skating rink. Yes, you heard me right (or should I say, ‘you read it right’), I just had my first ice skating attempt. In a tropical country where it doesn’t snow, being able to stand on your two feet is quite an achievement. Well, except for some who were taught while they’re still young like the little girl we met. Imagine, my 15-year old cousin taught by a 7-year-old girl.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After skating, we both did our Christmas present shopping and eventually, got lost around the mall without any means of communication. We walked around, trying to get a glimpse of our mums as we search for a payphone.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Before finally going home, I stopped by a bookstore and unexpectedly bought a copy of The Da Vinci Code. It is actually a gift for both my dad and myself. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;December 25 :: Sunday&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Being up last night until &lt;st1:time hour="2" minute="0"&gt;2 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;, I woke up around past eight in the morning. I headed straight to our Christmas tree and opened my presents. I got an oriental sling bag, a &lt;b style=""&gt;Liz Claiborne &lt;/b&gt;wallet, a wall calendar and a planner from &lt;b style=""&gt;Papemelroti.&lt;/b&gt; Oh, and an additional twenty dollars to my bank account. ^^&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We had lunch at my aunt’s place and later, had some fun singing at the karaoke.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was around &lt;st1:time hour="16" minute="0"&gt;4 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; when our fun suddenly turned into horror. My cousin’s ex-wife, who was having fever at that time, suddenly started acting strangely, as if having a psychosis. We rushed her to the hospital and later, diagnosed with typhoid fever.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;To end the day though, my family, excluding my older brother, went to an amusement park while my aunts and cousins headed toward our province.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113782201338585650?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113782201338585650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113782201338585650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas...'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113723772500610995</id><published>2006-01-14T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:22:05.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For template purposes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/content-comics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/content-comics.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113723772500610995?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113723772500610995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113723772500610995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-template-purposes_14.html' title='For template purposes'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113557238599682884</id><published>2005-12-26T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T13:06:14.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute Christmas shopping</title><content type='html'>Why is it that people avoid last minute Christmas shopping? I didn't know the reason until we did our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; last minute Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I hadn't thought of the consequences. It was two days before Christmas; a lot of people, like us, would be doing their shopping, and it was Friday night, last working day of employees. So naturally, it would end up to the fact that the mall was simply overcrowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though what surprises me is that the actual shops aren't too crowded, well, except for the Supermarket section. It seems that most of the people there are buying things to prepare &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/span&gt; aka Christmas Eve feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/fullmetalalchemistpocketwatch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/fullmetalalchemistpocketwatch2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing and the only thing I hate about Christmas shopping is we get to spend our own money. That's right, our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; money. And when it comes to spending my money, I just keep forgetting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this one for example. I bought a Full Metal Alchemist pocket watch which had cost me an arm and a leg, but it's worth it. My mum was furious when she found out where I lavishly spent my money, though she kept her mouth shut.; she knew she has no control over my own money and that's why I love her. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also attracted by the offer of a magazine stand. 3 magazines for only a hundred bucks, around 2 dollars. Narurally, I've picked my fave mags and paid for it at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the gifts! I need to buy gifts and from the looks of it, I've spent a lot of money for just a few stuff. I've missed a lot from my Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/fireworks.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/200/fireworks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Around 11 pm, we've decided to call it a night. While waiting for a ride home, we've been granted a nice fireworks show. Check out this pics I've taken from my mum's phone. Err, sorry for the fuzzy capture :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/fireworks2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/200/fireworks2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great and really beautiful. Lasted for about 10 minutes. Being a novice photographer, I wasn't able to capture the great ones except for these two.&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/15353813-113557238599682884?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113557238599682884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113557238599682884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-minute-christmas-shopping.html' title='Last minute Christmas shopping'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113529216572703387</id><published>2005-12-23T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T06:56:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Tatsuha-kun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/tatsuhabday.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/tatsuhabday.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113529216572703387?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113529216572703387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113529216572703387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-tatsuha-kun.html' title='Happy Birthday, Tatsuha-kun'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113491193465289758</id><published>2005-12-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:18:54.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Okay, the blockquote somwhow worked :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113491193465289758?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113491193465289758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113491193465289758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113491171711092089</id><published>2005-12-18T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:15:17.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing, testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just testing this blockquote thing I got from &lt;a href="http://astaroth.modblog.com/"&gt;Aris&lt;/a&gt;. I made some slight changes from the code he's given me; I prefer a darker shades of grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113491171711092089?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113491171711092089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113491171711092089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/12/testing-testing.html' title='Testing, testing'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113483221889457497</id><published>2005-12-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:12:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After two weeks of no updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t believe it’s already December 17. Whoa, and the last time I checked, my latest post was almost two weeks ago. What a bummer! So updates, updates: D&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so the 23rd SEA Games are over, and for the first time since the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; joined&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/medals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/medals.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, we are declared as the over-all champion. Mabuhay! My salute to all Pinoy athletes, you guys ROCK!!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Check out the official medal tally. It was a close fight with &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; but we emerged victorious. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hmm, what else? Oh, and I’ve seen my grades for the second grading. At least, I can say that I’ve made a lot of improvements, except for my CAT grade; from 95.90 it fell down to 86.95, and I haven’t got the single idea of what happened. Arrgh! Enough of that, it makes me feel worse again.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The Christmas break has already started, and it means two weeks of fun! Mwahaha! All work and no play make life very dull, and now, it is vice-versa! But then again, I remembere&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/Ban%20Mido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/Ban%20Mido.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d the amount of work our Physics teacher has given us. Why does she always love torturing us?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And to conclude this entry, birthday greetings!! A very, very happy birthday to Ban-chan of Get Backers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113483221889457497?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113483221889457497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113483221889457497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-two-weeks-of-no-updates.html' title='After two weeks of no updates'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113377315306605981</id><published>2005-12-05T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:59:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the hell is Kumagoro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="td_large"&gt;In my previous post, you might be wonderinhg who the hell is Kumagoro? To stop all the confusion, let me introduce you to the most &lt;i&gt;kawaii&lt;/i&gt; and lovable stuffed bunny to walk this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d144/itimnapusa/gravitation_nittles_images_anime13_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d144/itimnapusa/gravitation_nittles_images_anime13_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="td_large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kumagorou&lt;/b&gt; is a "character" from the anime series &lt;b&gt;Gravitation&lt;/b&gt; - and I say the term "character" loosely, because, well - Kumagorou is actually a pink stuffed bunny plushie. Technically, Kumagorou neither talks, nor speaks, nor moves or thinks for itself - BUT, it is an extreme "alter ego" of&lt;b&gt; Ryuichi Sakuma&lt;/b&gt;, Nittle Grasper's singer. Ryuichi is a thirty year old with the mindset of a three year old, and is given to childish wants most of the time, only reverting to his cool adult self when he sings on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Ryuichi can't be on stage all the time, especially when dealing with personal problems, so he handles this in the best way he knows how: he uses Kumagorou as an outlet by which he is able to express his true adult feelings to others while still maintaining his childish persona. Ryuichi can't really tell Shuichi that his latest song is bad, so he has Kumagorou scrunch up his ears in frustration upon hearing the song. Ryuichi would like to talk to Tohma about something important, but this is not in keeping with his dominant child-persona; so he playfully uses Kumagorou to attract Tohma's attention (ie, hiding behind a desk and pretending that Kumagorou is talking and moving on its own).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumagorou is Ryuichi's personal outlet / stress ball for a world he sometimes find hard to understand. In a way, we all have our share of Kumagorous as well; either in the form of a pink stuffed bunny (or other preferred animal) of our choice, or otherwise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Footnotes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not own the image nor the text in this journal. I'm feeling pretty lazy to write stuff about Kumagorou, so I just copied the description from Kuma's fanlisting.&lt;br /&gt;Image © &lt;a href="http://www.nittlegrasper.com/"&gt;NittleGrasper.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text © &lt;a href="http://kumagorou.artificial-soul.net/"&gt;Kumagorou's Official Fanlisting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113377315306605981?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113377315306605981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113377315306605981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-hell-is-kumagoro.html' title='Who the hell is Kumagoro?'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113377295379315724</id><published>2005-12-05T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:56:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumagoro, sighted in Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="td_large"&gt;&lt;div class="blog_entry"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Kuma-chan, taking a vacation at Italy!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span class="td_large"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ananova.com/images/web/387500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ananova.com/images/web/387500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Kuma-chan, &lt;b&gt;Ryuichi Sakuma&lt;/b&gt;'s pink bunny friend was sighted taking a nap  on the side of the 5,000 foot high &lt;b&gt;Colletto Fava&lt;/b&gt; mountain in northern &lt;b&gt;Italy's Piedmont&lt;/b&gt; region. Sources said that Kuma, being exhausted from loads of work alongside &lt;b&gt;Nittle Grasper&lt;/b&gt;'s genius vocalist, took a vacation in Italy. It is still unkown whether his owner would be following him sooner or later. =(^_^)=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's  the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;  story about the pink bunny from &lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/"&gt;Ananova.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Artists erect giant pink bunny on mountain&lt;/h3&gt;An enormous pink bunny has been erected on an Italian mountainside where it will stay for the next 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 200-foot-long toy rabbit lies on the side of the 5,000 foot high Colletto Fava mountain in northern Italy's Piedmont region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viennese art group Gelatin designed the giant soft toy and say it was "knitted by dozens of grannies out of pink wool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group member Wolfgang Gantner said: "It's supposed to make you feel small, like Gulliver. You walk around it and you can't help but smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gelatin members say the bunny is not just for walking around - they are expecting hikers to climb its 20 foot sides and relax on its belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giant rabbit is expected to remain on the mountain side until 2025.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113377295379315724?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113377295379315724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113377295379315724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/12/kumagoro-sighted-in-italy.html' title='Kumagoro, sighted in Italy'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113370202541927721</id><published>2005-12-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:13:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially sixteen!</title><content type='html'>As of this moment, I'm currently 16 yrs, 00 mos, 00 days, 21 hrs, 15 mins old. Thanks to everyone who greeted me this day, oooh, especially those who greeted me really early. Umm, around past 12 am ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened in my first day of being sixteen? Hmm, I woke up at midnight and surf the net until 9 in the morning. I have added 5 new songs in my playlist today. :D Then, I fell asleep. Too bad, I haven't been able to watch 'Full Metal Alchemist'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 1 pm; my mum's barging into my room, saying it's time for lunch. I guess she woke me just in time 'coz I was having a really weird dream. After lunch, I hanged out with my brothers and played the old version of Super Mario. Remember the Family Computer console?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4 pm, I called up my friends and asked them to come over since my mum decided to cook something for my birthday. My former classmates weren't able to come: Judy's at her godfather's birthday, Martha wasn't allowed by her parents, Itin doesn't have anyone to come with, Sam's confined in the hospital, Alden would be playing a basketball game, and Marlo cannot be contacted. On the happier note, my childhood best friends were here (the last time we got together was last month) and hanged out with me until 7 pm; they can't stay longer since classes would be back to normal by tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113370202541927721?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113370202541927721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113370202541927721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-officially-sixteen.html' title='I&apos;m officially sixteen!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113348255152690127</id><published>2005-12-02T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T08:15:51.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Reasons to love K...</title><content type='html'>Also from &lt;a href="http://www.time-stranger.net/k/"&gt;Trigger Happy&lt;/a&gt;, here are the reasons how to love the great man behind the success of Bad Luck. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;101 Reasons to love K...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1) He's got an arse you could play squash off.               &lt;p&gt;#2) He's American. Come on, that's gotta count for something!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#3) He's great with all those secret-service gadgets so unlike                most men he could probably program a VCR.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#4) He's blonde, blue-eyed and busty... well, maybe not busty (give                him ten years).&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#5) He at least tries to appear neat and tidy - everyone loves                conservative brown, mmm!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#6) He never takes his shirt off, so those abs could be as wash-board                as you want 'em to be!!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#7) He seems to like popular music, so you won't have to get rid of your Ricky Martin albums (a big sigh of relief there).&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#8) Judy doesn't seem to be around very often, yet he can do his                own tie. You've gotta love independent men!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#9) Crotch-lines aren't in abundance in "&lt;em&gt;Gravitation"&lt;/em&gt;                so his nick-name could have been "donkey-boy" in the P.E                change-rooms at school for all we know.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#10) He can show you how to co-ordinate "gun metal grey"                with practically anything!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#11) He's not Suguru.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#12) Aside from his overgrown thicket of head-hair he appears quite naturally hairless. Probably doesn't have nipples either. Dear God I love manga!!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#13) He's a Leo - he'd MAKE you like him.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#14) Remember the scene where he plucks out a microphone and springs youthfully about announcing how great he is? Mmm gymnast thighs.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#15) He's better at his second language than his first.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#16) REMIX 7 (suck it Hiro you bitch!).&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#17) REMIX 8 (mmm schoolgirl-boy).&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#18) REMIX 8.5 (yay for unbridled commando sex!)&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#19) REMIX 11 (suck it again Hiro you bitch! oh and Ayaka, you                can WATCH!)&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#20) Come on, who wouldn't want to bite that bum?&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#21) He'd be interesting to talk to. Terrifying, but interesting.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#22) He's not Suguru.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#23) He's got all the wisdom of a 36 year old, but the body of...                well a 36 year old, we don't know.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#24) He's not a beardo.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#25) Before joining the secret service it was rumoured he was the                first male Pantene model.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#26) If something (godforbid) were to happen to Fabio, K wouldn't even need priming before stepping into his destined occupation.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#27) He's a kung fu master. Oh wait, no that was Bruce Lee...&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#28) With that phone of his, he can make calls to the 80's! Maybe                he can even contact Knight Rider!!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#29) He doesn't look like he has walked off the set of Tom Hanks'                "BIG", unlike a certain N-G President...&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#30) Male pattern baldness isn't an issue for him (yet, anyway).&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#31) He's got good taste in young boys.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#32) If he lost his job as a band manager his family would never go hungry - he could work as a Barbie hair-double!!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#33) K's a family man... Well, he is a man and he does have a family.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#34) He lives in Japan. Everything good comes from Japan.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#35) He can get you any ammunition you want!! Cool, huh?&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#36) He probably likes eggs (note: there is no proof that he likes                eggs).&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#37) He isn't Suguru.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#38) He's married to a porn-star, think of all that free lubricant, man! (... Which of course you can't use because he is married. Adultery is wrong, oh so wrong... *stifles laughter*)&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#39) Divorces are cheap and easy to obtain nowadays. Yay for the                degradation of society's moral values!!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#40) I dare you to find me a better blackmailer.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#41) The cops haven't caught him yet!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#42) Anyone who can survive multiple car-pooling-trips with Shindou Shuuichi deserves not only undying love and admiration but some sort of bravery award.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#43) He doesn't respect the rights of an artist, and let's face it, those moochin' artists have had it too easy for too long.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#44) If something annoys him he shoots it, admit it - you wish you could do the same without being thrown in prison!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#45) No seriously, he isn't Suguru.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#46) He has beautiful long hair but has never contracted "Really Bad Doo-Rag Disease" unlike Hiroshi and various other bandana-wearing bishounen who belong in a time-warp.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#47) He's familiar with Shin Seiki Evangelion, cosplay &amp; non-con sex so he's not exactly going to laugh at your doujinshi collection...&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#48) ... In fact he's probably starring in half of the ones you                own!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#49) He's blown up more cars, buildings &amp;amp; reporters during the course of the manga than Sean Penn on any given day. Now that is an achievement.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#50) He owns a cat suit so all your American-man-in-cat-suit sex                fantasies could come true!!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#51) He was prepared to kill Rage, now that's something to love                and respect the man for!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#52) His son thinks he's Ultraman. Ultraman is cool.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#53) With all the money he makes managing BAD LUCK he should have enough put away to pay for the aforementioned son's years of therapy.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#54) "NO PROBLEM!"&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#55) He has Kumagorou puppets and everyone loves bunnies.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#56) He speaks Ryuichi.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#57) His codename is the same as Tommy Lee Jones' character from the "Men in Black" movies, and if it's good enough for Tommy Lee Jones...&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#58) Sniping Yuki &amp; Shuuichi.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#59) He's not Suguru.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#60) If you ever wanted to dress like a slut he could probably                smuggle some of Judy's clothes out to you!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#61) Purple ties are cool.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#62) You could tie his hair back and pretend you were with Yuki                if you ever got bored of being with "just K".&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#63) You could tie his hair back, dye it black and pretend you were with Tatsuha if you ever got bored of pretending K was Yuki.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#64) You could borrow Shuuichi's serafuku and dress him up in it and he wouldn't complain (this one being for all those who passed out with lust after reading Track #31).&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#65) He's married to Judy, Judy is famous - this connection might help your chances of getting through to the next round on "American Idol" !&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#66) He's managed to blow up a panda mecha using nothing but a                magnum and some really fearsome laughter.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#67) He's crashed more cars than a formula 1 racer, but somehow                he still manages to get insurance! Wow!!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#68) He could cosplay as Sailor Venus if he felt the urge.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#69) Look at his ass during Track #2 of the anime and tell me what                there isn't to love.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#70) He's not Suguru.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#71) He smokes so much you could tar your driveway with the content of his lungs! Talk about a money-saving idea!!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#72) He can leap tall buildings in a single bound, oh wait...&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#73) There's never a dull moment when he's around.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#74) He's the closest thing to sex on legs in the "Gravitation"                universe.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#75) Add Ark to the mix and you get all the hot secret service                sex you can handle!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#76) "BIG NEWS!"&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#77) That smile. You know the one I'm talking about.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#78) He takes bazookas to parties, so bye bye boring housewarmings!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#79) He's a lunatic who still manages to do his job.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#80) "NO, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!"&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#81) His "Rambo" outfit.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#82) Being able to eat fish whole is definitely a skill to be admired.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#83) The way he isn't ashamed to drink beer at work, or while driving                a car.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#84) He and Judy only have one child so you can rock back and forth and keep telling yourself that they only ever had sex once... and that was because they were drunk... and it had absolutely nothing to do with them being married... or possibly in something along the lines of love... because that is wrong... *twitch* ... oh so wrong... &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#86) His kuma hair-band.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#87) "PLEASE, WAIT!"&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#88) He's not Suguru.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#89) His name is French, like, how sophisticated!&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#90) He only wore a striped shirt once, saw the error of his ways, and repented - never to wear stripes again. Not many men can admit mistakes like that.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#91) The whole American Arc.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#92) The hair.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#93) "A NOW OR NEVER SITUATION!"&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#94) Who says sociopathy is a bad thing, anyway?&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#95) The laugh.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#96) He could probably use that spy equipment of his to get stolen                cable rigged up for you.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#97) He'd be able to cosplay as Kisaragi Honey from Cutey Honey                if you got him drunk and threw him a costume.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#98) "HOLD UP!"&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#99) He isn't Suguru, nor does he show any signs of becoming Suguru                at any point in the series.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;#100) "IT'S SHOWTIME FOLKS!" (for full effect, watch                Warner Bros characters spin in their graves)&lt;/p&gt; #101) He's a complete bastard who never shows any sign of stopping his maniacal ways, yet he still manages to have a sexy wife, a cute son, a huge career as a band manager &amp;amp; legions of fans. Respect the Winchester, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113348255152690127?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113348255152690127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113348255152690127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/12/101-reasons-to-love-k.html' title='101 Reasons to love K...'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113348195717628761</id><published>2005-12-02T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T08:05:57.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Like K Too Much When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;You own everything remotely &lt;em&gt;"Gravitation"&lt;/em&gt; related                and you regularly complain about how K is barely in/on any of it.&lt;/li&gt;              &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;Your friends have a &lt;em&gt;"Gravitation" &lt;/em&gt;screening marathon and you know K's lines so well your friends are terrified of even sitting near you.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;You notice that K never takes his shirt off in anything, ever.                Then you complain about it.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;             &lt;li&gt;You've styled your very own Judy voodoo doll.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;You take to "chilling" at the local shooting range.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;You can't help but want to test out the new airport security measures by sneaking a bazooka into your shoe everytime you go to board a plane... Then if you get caught with it, deny it's yours in the most course &amp; obscene English you can muster.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;Your excuse for every act of bad behaviour is "I'm American,                I can do whatever the hell I like!" (&lt;s&gt;even if&lt;/s&gt; ESPECIALLY                you're not American). &lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;You respond to every person's requests regarding anything with                a drawling "NO PROBLEM!".&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;You can't walk past a discount men's wear store without buying                some lush brown slacks and nice synthetic belt.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;At the slightest inkling of anger you whip out a pistol and think there is nothing wrong with your maniacale, sociopathic behaviour.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;You lock yourself in your room for 5 hours every day while you do your pilates and squats routines to keep your arse from looking every one of your 36 years.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;You grow your hair so long it tangles into a screaming bundle                of chaos behind your head.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/li&gt;             &lt;li&gt;You have more hair scrunchies than friends.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;You own a ruddy great online shrine, possibly like this one..              &lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;Turning 37 is suddenly a terrifying thought.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;When flying you often feel compelled to laugh like Sephiroth from                &lt;em&gt;"Final Fantasy VII"&lt;/em&gt; on the wing of the plane.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir&gt;              &lt;li&gt;Maki Murakami takes more of your hard-earned money yearly than                taxes and food combined.&lt;/li&gt;             &lt;/dir&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;I found this one on &lt;a href="http://www.time-stranger.net/k/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Trigger Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It contains stuff and info about the gun-totting, trigger-happy, K, one of the coolest and most hilarious character from Gravitation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113348195717628761?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113348195717628761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113348195717628761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-know-you-like-k-too-much-when.html' title='You Know You Like K Too Much When...'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113269313079321976</id><published>2005-11-23T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T04:58:50.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another birthday update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/10353141321669l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/10353141321669l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another birthday greeting! Happy happy birthday to Sam! She turned 16 last Monday. Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been so kind to treat us all (umm, we're around 16 people) to Mc Donald's. A large softdrink, a chicken, and some fries! Arigatou gozaimasu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113269313079321976?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113269313079321976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113269313079321976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-birthday-update.html' title='Another birthday update'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113262545093158470</id><published>2005-11-22T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T10:22:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tohma's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/gravitation_adopt_chibi_tohma01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/gravitation_adopt_chibi_tohma01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A very, very Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tohma Seguchi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The lovable, yet manipulative president of NG records and keyboardist for Nittle Grasper is now a year older. Ooooh, he's getting older...which means he's getting more cunning. Arrghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, who can hate him that much...He's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kawaii&lt;/span&gt;! Just look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops, it's supposed to be Belated Happy Birthday; he celebrated his birthday last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113262545093158470?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113262545093158470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113262545093158470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-tohmas-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s Tohma&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113257796773480765</id><published>2005-11-20T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:01:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long time...just updates on movies and monkeys</title><content type='html'>So the blog title suggests. I can't believe it's almost a month since I last posted here. Anyway, I've got loads to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/boy%20sabit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/boy%20sabit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the stuff bunny I bought at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM Megamall&lt;/span&gt;. He's really cute, isn't it? I decided to call him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy Sabit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;, a really funn&lt;font&gt;y term for someone who hangs. It quite fits him nicely&lt;font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just had our exams. It was rather easy than I expected. I was able to answer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; all the questions for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trigonometry&lt;/span&gt;, hehehe, and also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;. The only test that pissed me off was for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt;. We weren't allowed to use the calculator, so how would we divide 55 by 200, eh? And we've only been given 4&lt;font&gt;0 mins to finish the test. Talk about torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/gofposter2_highres.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/gofposter2_highres.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font&gt;I've already watched &lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;! Yipee! After waiting almost a year, I've finally watched it. It was shown here last November 16 but I just&lt;font&gt; watched it yesterdy. The reasons? First, it fell on a school day, if I watch it, I'll be home really late. And second, I haven't got enough money. If you've seen me, I was walking around school, asking people for their spare coins. So far, I've managed to collect Php 30, about more than half a dollar. Good thing, I've had m&lt;font&gt;oney last Saturday. Can't bear not seeing it for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Comments, comments on the film... It was really dark, maybe the reason they've rated it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PG-13&lt;/span&gt;, though at the cinema  we've  watched, it was under &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;General Patronage&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm, something's fishy, eh? Back to the comments, hmm, what else? A lot of things had really changed, though in a good way. All hands to Mike Newell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/ff7ac-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/ff7ac-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Okay, moving on, I've watched another great movie: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nal Fantasy VII: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dvent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Children&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;font&gt; I may not be playing the game (I 've just touched PS, perhaps twice in my life 0_0) but I definitely know a thing or two about the FF series. I was totally awed after I've seen it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cloud&lt;/span&gt; looked different from what I've seen of him. To tell the truth, he looks really hot in &lt;font&gt;the movie XD. Another nice thing about the movie is the storyline's not too hard to pick up. Even without playing the game, you can follow how the story goes, though at times, you need an FF fan for reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/desktop10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/200/desktop10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font&gt;Hey, guyz! Check out my new desktop layout. Hehehe. Sorry if I have to flaunt it but I'm really fond (and proud) of it. Pics courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.nittlegrasper.com/"&gt;NittleGrasper.com&lt;/a&gt; as you may have noticed. Changed the taskbar color to silver and voila! Perfect combination. Anyway, just click on the link to see it better, have to shrink its size a bit to fit into my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, it's already 9:00pm in my PC clock. Gotta go to sleep now. I still need to wake up early tomorrow to be at school before 6:40 am.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113257796773480765?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113257796773480765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113257796773480765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-long-timejust-updates-on-movies.html' title='After a long time...just updates on movies and monkeys'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113069915996797074</id><published>2005-10-31T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T03:05:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! I'm totally obssessed with Ryu-chan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nittlegrasper.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nittlegrasper.com/nittles/gravitation_nittles_stuff_test01_ryu.gif" alt="i'm ryuichi sakuma!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;which member of nittle grasper are you? &lt;a href="http://www.nittlegrasper.com/nittles" target="_top"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;So my obssession continues... I'm quite becoming Tatsuha-like minus the foul language and rude behaviour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113069915996797074?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113069915996797074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113069915996797074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/10/omg-im-totally-obssessed-with-ryu-chan.html' title='OMG! I&apos;m totally obssessed with Ryu-chan'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-113069836930068450</id><published>2005-10-31T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T02:52:49.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Tatsuha are you?</title><content type='html'>Sleepless Beauty on the track...Ooooh! Ryuichi Sakuma-san's voice's so damn sexy O_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found this quiz from Nittle Grasper.com, and well, decided to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nittlegrasper.com/" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nittlegrasper.com/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nittlegrasper.com/love.gif" alt="i am...in love" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; which tatsuha are you? &lt;a href="http://www.nittlegrasper.com/gravitation_tatsuha_test.shtml"&gt;click here! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-113069836930068450?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113069836930068450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/113069836930068450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/10/which-tatsuha-are-you.html' title='Which Tatsuha are you?'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112997405473525943</id><published>2005-10-22T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T17:51:38.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravitation Best Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/cd_bestcollection1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/cd_bestcollection1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/cd_bestcollection.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Gravitation Best Collection&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From BAD LUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Break Through&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Spicy Marmalade&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Blind Game Again&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Smashing Blue&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;In The Moonlight&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From TV ANIMATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Super Drive&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Glaring Dream&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sleepless Beauty&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;THE RAGE BEAT&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From OVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Shining Collection&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From AUDIO COMICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Welcome to my romance&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;NO STYLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey guys, just bought my first Gravitation CD... XD &lt;*kawaii desu ne*&gt; actually, I've bought it last week during SM Megamall's 3 day sale. From the original price of Php 450, I bought it at Php 350 from Comic Alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out the DVD but was shocked by the price. More than a thousand bucks! Good thing, there's a place that sells anime cds at a very low price...take note: It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pirated&lt;/span&gt;, the illegal way of watching your favorite anime titles that aren't aired locally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not proud in saying but I bought an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;illegal&lt;/span&gt; copy. Hit me now...but please don't kill me. I just can't help myself. I really need to watch it and here's the chance. I know I've done something really terrible. Sumimasen, sumimasen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CD Cover© &lt;a href="http://www.artificial-soul.net/heartless/fun/cd_bestcollection.html"&gt;http://www.artificial-soul.net/heartless/fun/cd_bestcollection.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112997405473525943?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112997405473525943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112997405473525943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/10/gravitation-best-collection.html' title='Gravitation Best Collection'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112867298699483276</id><published>2005-10-07T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:16:27.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The curse I posses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah ...yeah. Another quiz, I know, but I found this one really intruiging...Seems like to explain what the heck's wrong with me...You judge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WA/WAT/waterytart/1128123738_personality.JPG" alt="duel personality" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born with a duel personality.  Two totally&lt;br /&gt;different people reside within your body.  One&lt;br /&gt;person is good; the other person, who is locked&lt;br /&gt;away, is evil.  Unfortunately, there is a key&lt;br /&gt;to unleash the evil within you.  If you tell a&lt;br /&gt;lie, your other personality takes over and the&lt;br /&gt;only way to lock it back up is to get them to&lt;br /&gt;fix the lie and tell the truth.  This however,&lt;br /&gt;is easier said than done.  The evil personality&lt;br /&gt;has to willingly tell the truth or you can&lt;br /&gt;never lock them back up.  Can you spend your&lt;br /&gt;life without telling one lie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/waterytart/quizzes/What%20curse%20do%20you%20possess%3F/"&gt; What curse do you possess?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112867298699483276?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112867298699483276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112867298699483276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/10/curse-i-posses.html' title='The curse I posses...'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112814284481891814</id><published>2005-10-01T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:00:44.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been up all morning...</title><content type='html'>Hi ya! Like it says on the title, I've been up all morning, surfing through the net...By the way, guys,  I have downloaded a copy of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spicy Marmalade&lt;/span&gt;, one of Gravitation OVA Soundtrack. &lt;*strarts screaming: "Kawaii desu ne!!"*&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also downloaded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yurago Kotonai Ai&lt;/span&gt;, Get Backers opening theme..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112814284481891814?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112814284481891814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112814284481891814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/10/been-up-all-morning.html' title='Been up all morning...'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112692346997781517</id><published>2005-09-17T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:17:49.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed blog entry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I created this entry last Thursday but didn't get the chance to pst it here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ohayou! I’m here once again!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m getting really bored… It’s been raining here since yesterday and I haven’t seen the sun since morning… The day seems really gloomy… (BTW, Cowboy Bebop’s ‘Memory’ is on the track, ^-^)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;While on my way home this afternoon, my best friend Helen, and I decided to take a walk in the rain. Clutching our umbrella, we walked around our subdivision while talking about anything and everything. It was already &lt;st1:time hour="17" minute="45"&gt;quarter to six&lt;/st1:time&gt; when we decided to call it a day… (P. S. I haven’t watched ‘&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Twelve&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Kingdoms&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’ and ‘Naruto’)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Sigh… I’m really bored… I’m just sitting here in front of my PC, listening to a few tracks on my Media Player, and eating an apple as I type… Really boring life I’ve got here.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;By the way, I’m really worried about my cat’s condition. The left side of his face is terribly swollen…he can’t even open his left eye! I dunno what happened to him but my dad thinks he’s been hit by someone. Ooh, if I just find out whom may that be, I’ll probably kill him! No pun intended! I’m thinking of bringing him to PARC (Philippine Animal Rehabilitation Center) this weekend to be checked-up. I just can’t afford to lose him! He’s been in the family for ages and though he’d scarred my arm a few times, I really love him very much. (‘_’)&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I’m having a really terrible dilemma! It’s my friend’s birthday tomorrow and I’ve promised him I’ll be there on his party. It’s due around &lt;st1:time hour="14" minute="0"&gt;2 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;, after our classes. The trouble was, I’m attending a concert of a famous local alternative band at my cousin’s school. It’s an hour and a half away from home so I should be leaving around &lt;st1:time hour="15" minute="30"&gt;3:30 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;. If everything would go according to time, I might have no problems, but I doubt about it. My friends are totally regardless about time. If they said the meeting would be at &lt;st1:time hour="8" minute="0"&gt;eight o’clock&lt;/st1:time&gt;, they would arrive around past ten. Sigh…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s already &lt;st1:time hour="20" minute="25"&gt;8:25 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; on my clock… better turn off my PC and get a good night’s sleep…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112692346997781517?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112692346997781517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112692346997781517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/09/delayed-blog-entry.html' title='Delayed blog entry...'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112642741840690352</id><published>2005-09-11T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:30:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These past few days, I’ve been thinking about one thing: being a writer. Not a big one though, just a hobby that could help me earn some money. Two people had already expressed their belief in me being a writer, and they’re both my &lt;i style=""&gt;sensei&lt;/i&gt;. However, up to now, I still have some doubt about it. I dunno if I’m fit to be a writer; I just don’t think I had the guts nor the talent for it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;*sigh*&gt; I really want to try it, you know. To make sure if I really had the talent or something, I’ve got to try. The problem was, I dunno where to start. There’s the school paper but haven’t heard a thing about it. I doubt whether the club exists…&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;*another sigh*&gt; I guess I’ll just have to trust our dear ol’ journal sessions every Wednesday…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112642741840690352?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112642741840690352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112642741840690352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/09/wanted-writer.html' title='Wanted: Writer'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112642731693198262</id><published>2005-09-11T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:28:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slash, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday afternoon. Doing nothing but sit in front of my PC and stare at it while listening to Cowboy Bebop’s Soundtrack. Then, suddenly, it struck my mind. A thought so far-fetched but nonetheless, so true… Why slash stories the most romantic? (READ: Slash refers to erotic love between two person of the same sex…get the picture?) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been watching &lt;i style=""&gt;Gravitation OVA&lt;/i&gt; hours ago (the summary was posted in my Modblog, I’ll try to re-post it here later) and now, I’m reading some of Rhysenn’s works. Rhysenn is one of the greatest Harry Potter Slash writers around and one of her work, &lt;a href="http://rhysenn.morethanart.org/ip"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Irresistible Poison&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is probably the most romantic story I’ve ever read. Anyway, back to that thought… Why slash stories the most romantic? For me, it is probably for the fact that what they felt for each other is pure love, not lust, not infatuation.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy and Sirius Black/Remus Lupin pairings are probably the most popular HP slash pairings over the net. No doubt about that. So what makes these pairings &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/ship_hd1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/ship_hd1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;popular? Let’s take a look at Harry/Draco first…They both hate each other, they’re on opposing teams, etc. In short, a modern version of &lt;i style=""&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/i&gt;. Now, can you see the picture clearly? Harry’s fighting for the Order of the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Phoenix&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, Draco’s on the Dark Order. Star-crossed lovers caught amidst wizard’s duels, fiery vendetta, and contrasting attitude… Maybe I exaggerated it a bit, but there’s no denying it, those two can get pretty romantic.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/ship_sr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sirius/Remus, on the other hand, tells a different story. They’re the best of friends. Sirius is a&lt;br /&gt;mischievous person, causing trouble to get attention he rarely obtains at home. Remus,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/ship_sr1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/ship_sr1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; meanwhile, is soft-spoken. He does have flaws on his own, being a werewolf to say the least, but he could cope with it perfectly. You see, they compliment each other. Sirius causes trouble and only Remus can control him. Remus can get pretty lonely and only Sirius could cheer him up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112642731693198262?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112642731693198262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112642731693198262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/09/slash-anyone.html' title='Slash, anyone?'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112636089519331162</id><published>2005-09-10T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:01:35.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supah bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m really bored... I just spend my time here in front of my PC, waiting for the documentary about angels to air on TV…BTW, I found this survey at Friendster.com and decided to answer it…Well, here goes… Please take time in reading it..:D&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s the brand of the t-shirt you’re wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- Penshoppe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 2. So, what’s the time?&lt;br /&gt;- 9:23 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 3. What’s your sched for school?&lt;br /&gt;- no school, it’s Saturday, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 4. You’re listening to…&lt;br /&gt;- Cowboy Bebop Soundtracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 5. What are you feeling right now.?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 6. What would you do if someone hit you for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;- kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 7. How do you look like when you’re drunk?&lt;br /&gt;- i have never been drunk! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 8. What would you do if you see a $ 20 lying on the street&lt;br /&gt;- get it of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 9. What do you plan to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep the whole day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 10. When was the last time you rode a taxi?&lt;br /&gt;- I think, last week, after going to the fair…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 12. When was the last time you’ve seen a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;- Haven’t seen one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 13. Do you climb up your roof?&lt;br /&gt;- yup. I love staying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 14. Do you know how to swim?&lt;br /&gt;- yup. My dad taught me how..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 15. Have you ever been to Gateway mall?&lt;br /&gt;- yup. After visiting UP last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;16. What did you last eat?&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;17. Have you ever been on Cyclone Loop on &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Star&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;- Never been to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Star&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;18. Would you be regularly seen on the baywalk?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;19. Ever sang on a videoke bar?&lt;br /&gt;- of course ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;20. Ever been to UP Diliman?&lt;br /&gt;- yep, just yesterday, I was there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;21. What attitude of yours are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;22. Are you playful?&lt;br /&gt;- it depends ;) would you like me to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;23. Are Babyface’s songs great?&lt;br /&gt;- dunno…&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;24. Destiny’s Child?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup… I like their song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;25. Ever experienced walking in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;- yes! Loads of times&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;26. Are you great at Scrabble&lt;br /&gt;- it depends again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;27. Do you like Jackie Chan’s movies?&lt;br /&gt;- yep.. Rush hour rockz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;28. Is it alright for you to have a long distance relationship&lt;br /&gt;- YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 29. When was the last time you went shopping at SM&lt;br /&gt;- last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 30. What would you do if someone kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno…&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;31. Describe your friends&lt;br /&gt;- beyond cool&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 32. Does anyone give you a gift on your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;33. Do you have loads of friends?&lt;br /&gt;- where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;34. Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;- HOUSE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 35. What’s your sim card?&lt;br /&gt;- Haven’t got a phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 36. How many times your profile had been viewed?&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 37. Do you have eyebags?&lt;br /&gt;- err i guess but it isn’t noticeable because of my glasse…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 38. When was the last time you’ve got a black eye?&lt;br /&gt;- never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 39. describe your school library?&lt;br /&gt;- Eerie&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;40. Ever cried in front of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- Once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 41. For what reason?&lt;br /&gt;- My friend hit me hard on the stomach… and it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 42. Ever wish you’re sleeping with someone on your side?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm well i think im getting this question, maybe&lt;br /&gt;yes, maybe no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 43. What would you do after you log-out?&lt;br /&gt;- Watch the documentary…and sleep…AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 44. What things can be seen in your room?&lt;br /&gt;- Total chaos…posters, books, mangas, clothes, &amp;amp; cds lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 45. Studying in a private school?&lt;br /&gt;- currently yes. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;46. Who do you think will answer this one?&lt;br /&gt;- people who are bored with their lives..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 47. Do you have the dreams of becoming an actor?&lt;br /&gt;- Theatre, perhaps&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;48. What have you been doing these days?&lt;br /&gt;- Harry Potter RP, Neopets, watch Gravitation…nothing&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-49. What would you do after you answer this?&lt;br /&gt;- CLICK PUBLISH POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That's it! I'm totally bored! Hope you had a fun time reading it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112636089519331162?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112636089519331162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112636089519331162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/09/supah-bored.html' title='Supah bored!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112636056745941771</id><published>2005-09-10T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:06:59.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to Cowboy Bebop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;*yawn*&gt; I’m so bored so I decided to make an entry… &lt;*turns on the volume of my speaker*&gt; Currently, I’m listening to Cowboy Bebop’s ‘Don’t Bother None’ by Yoko Kanno. Such a really lovely song, though it’s not like the music I used to listen to…it’s jazz… Anyway, check out it’s lyrics:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cowboy Bebop - Don't Bother None&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Readin' my paper in Ray's cafe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ol' guy next to me is loud as day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambled and rambled while eatin' his pie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped his wallet, now its mine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry old man but that's just the way that it is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother none&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't help at all to worry 'bout it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the wallet and slipped out side&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and walked around and walked around town&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my nerve and a good place to hide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to find no cash inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess that's just the way that it is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother none&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't help at all to worry 'bout it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got thirsty so I went to a bar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a lil darlin' with the face of a star&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mornin' woke up to find&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stole my car along with my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess that's jus' the way that it is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother none&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't help at all to worry 'bout it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish she'd give me back my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess that's jus' the way that it is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother none&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't help at all to worry 'bout it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So you like it? Wanna hear it? Click &lt;a href="http://animeadrenaline.bl5.net/Cowboy%20Bebop%20-%20Don%27t%20Bother%20None.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I recommend you to use this link instead of that on the site… I think it’s some kind of a typo…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112636056745941771?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112636056745941771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112636056745941771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/09/listening-to-cowboy-bebop.html' title='Listening to Cowboy Bebop...'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112632946777742664</id><published>2005-09-10T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T13:22:48.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Bebop - Call Me Call Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cowboy Bebop - Call Me, Call Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I close my eyes and I keep seeing things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rainbow waterfalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sunny liquid dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Confusion creeps inside me raining doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gotta get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I don't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Call me call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let me know it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Call me call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't you think it's 'bout time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please won't you call and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ease my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reasons for me to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To get me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had your number quite some time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Back when we were young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I had to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ten thousand years I've searched it seems and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gotta get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Won't you tell me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Call me call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let me know you are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Call me call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wanna know you still care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Come on now won't you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ease my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reasons for me to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To get me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Come on now won't you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ease my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reasons for me to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reasons for livin' my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ease my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reasons for me to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To get me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112632946777742664?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112632946777742664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112632946777742664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/09/cowboy-bebop-call-me-call-me.html' title='Cowboy Bebop - Call Me Call Me'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112618179737151720</id><published>2005-09-08T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:16:37.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Ramiel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/acara_green_me.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/acara_green_me.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, everyone! Check out my Pet from Neopets.com.... His name's Ramiel... You can visit his page at &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/~Ramiel06"&gt;http://www.neopets.com/~Ramiel06&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112618179737151720?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112618179737151720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112618179737151720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/09/meet-ramiel_08.html' title='Meet Ramiel!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112582704726882948</id><published>2005-09-04T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:44:07.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 26th Manila International Book Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/MBFsite02innerPage-01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/MBFsite02innerPage-01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The 26th Manila International Book Fair&lt;br /&gt;August 31-September 4, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;World Trade Center (WTC) Metro Manila&lt;br /&gt;Roxas Blvd, corner Sen. Gil Puyat Ave.&lt;br /&gt;Pasay City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've heard of this fair after spotting their brochure while I was browsing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filbar's&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K-zone&lt;/span&gt; back issues sold at Php 25. Too bad, I've only got one. Fortunately, I spotted another brochure at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Powerbooks&lt;/span&gt; and took 4 copies (to make sure)... I was so determined to get there for I don't wanna regret having missed it like '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 3rd Philippine Sci-Fi and Fantasy Convention&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Book Launch of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only drawback was that no one was willing to accompany me there and the fact that it's too far from home (we traveled for two hours on public bus; would've take us shorter if we had a private vehicle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Mum agreed, half-heartedly though. We took a bus, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiapo bound&lt;/span&gt; and rode off in front of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robinson's Galleria&lt;/span&gt; where we took another bus, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayala bound&lt;/span&gt;. And the bus dropped us in front of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a dream come true for an avid bookworm to be at the fair. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Bookstore, Powerbooks, Goodwill Bookstore, Reader's Digest, Time Magazine, Summit Publishing&lt;/span&gt; were just some of the participants. With the coupon I got from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filbar's&lt;/span&gt;, I got a lot of freebies including a really cute dolphin plush doll from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian Ministries &lt;/span&gt;(I dunno if I got the name right), brown stationary paper from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bookmark&lt;/span&gt;, and lots of bookmarks from different booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/mythology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/mythology.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it was because of the fair that I was able to buy a copy of Edith Hamilton's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mythology&lt;/span&gt; from National Bookstore at a low price of Php 160 (unlike the one from Powerbooks which sells a copy at Php 269) with a 20% discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/imageDB.cgi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/imageDB.cgi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was also able to buy a a copy of Dan Brown's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt;. I've been dying to read this one after finishing its sequel, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summit Publishing &lt;/span&gt;booth, people were falling in queue to avail of their buy 3 magazines for  Php 100. Since I'm already collecting the Vol. 2 and 3 of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K-Zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and they haven't got Vol. 1, instead, I bought 2 copies of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; mag and a copy of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T3  &lt;/span&gt;mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I hate about this trip is that we've been caught in the rain and the bus we rode on has leaks on its roof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, before we headed home, we stopped by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goldilock's &lt;/span&gt;to have some dinner. I ordered a beef steak with rice and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee freeze&lt;/span&gt; for drinks. Oh, we also had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choco cappuccino &lt;/span&gt;for dessert...Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112582704726882948?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112582704726882948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112582704726882948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/09/26th-manila-international-book-fair_04.html' title='The 26th Manila International Book Fair'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112460798636244002</id><published>2005-08-21T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:06:26.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been bitten by a lazy bug!</title><content type='html'>I can't explain why but I'm really feeling restless today... I don't wanna do anything except sit in front of the computer, doing nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because classes would be resume to its original sched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll doze off for a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz....zzzzz....zzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not Disturb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112460798636244002?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112460798636244002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112460798636244002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-been-bitten-by-lazy-bug.html' title='I&apos;ve been bitten by a lazy bug!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112460648085831404</id><published>2005-08-21T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T14:41:20.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sirius is my man..XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Z/Zalan/1041607103_illasirius.jpg" border="0" alt="Sirius Black - Fervent, impulsive and a terrible enemy, he would do anything to keep his loved ones safe." width="50%"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sirius Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Zalan/quizzes/Who%20is%20your%20ideal%20Harry%20Potter%20man%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Who is your ideal Harry Potter man?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112460648085831404?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112460648085831404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112460648085831404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/sirius-is-my-manxd.html' title='Sirius is my man..XD'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112452488718234590</id><published>2005-08-20T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T16:02:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have mysterious wings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Sesshoumarufluffy/1123290872_kangelYuna.jpg" border="0" width="50%"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have mysterious wings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very many people understand you,&lt;br /&gt;as you have a very complex soul. You have&lt;br /&gt;some friends, but you trust very few of them.&lt;br /&gt;PLus you don't open up to very many people,&lt;br /&gt;and stay to yourself alot of the times.&lt;br /&gt;Your wings give off an artist side for you,&lt;br /&gt;even if you say that you dont have one. But you&lt;br&gt;seem to have your own style to your things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;A Quote: If people don't want me here,&lt;br /&gt; why did they have me?&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Sesshoumarufluffy/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20wings%20does%20YOUR%20soul%20have%3F(anime%20pics!!)%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of wings does YOUR soul have?(anime pics!!) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112452488718234590?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112452488718234590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112452488718234590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-mysterious-wings.html' title='I have mysterious wings...'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112452367553045449</id><published>2005-08-20T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T15:46:03.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Hogwarts' boy should I date? Draco Malfoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Radcliffe123/1123922948_DracoMalfoy.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8bb25d0)" width="50%"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Draco, you like the bad boy with the bad attitude.&lt;br&gt;Though, he's very sexy, good choice (in my&lt;br&gt;opinion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Radcliffe123/quizzes/Which%20Hogwart's%20boy%20should%20you%20date%3F%20(Girls%20Only%20and%20with%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Hogwart's boy should you date? (Girls Only and with pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112452367553045449?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112452367553045449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112452367553045449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/which-hogwarts-boy-should-i-date-draco.html' title='Which Hogwarts&apos; boy should I date? Draco Malfoy!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112452042393658149</id><published>2005-08-20T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:47:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://pages.prodigy.net/hpdevo/quiz/draco.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.prodigy.net/hpdevo/quiz"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="1"&gt;Which HP Kid Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112452042393658149?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112452042393658149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112452042393658149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/which-hp-kid-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112434676926239701</id><published>2005-08-18T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:45:38.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.modblog.com/files/mbgallery/32688/images/84705big.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.modblog.com/files/mbgallery/32688/images/84705big.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 16th Birhday, Judi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112434676926239701?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112434676926239701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112434676926239701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112426744373233555</id><published>2005-08-17T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:30:43.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just installed Firefox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/firefox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/400/firefox.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the recent visiblity of Spyware pop-ups, I have decided to install Mozilla Firefox... I was hesitant at first and just installed the Yahoo! Toolbar at IE and it won't appear.... and so the rest is history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also installed this really cute theme...Perfect for cat-lovers..(like me!) Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/themes/showlist.php?application=firefox&amp;category=Animals"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/400/red_cats_%28green_flavor%29-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/15353813-112426744373233555?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112426744373233555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112426744373233555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-installed-firefox.html' title='Just installed Firefox!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112398779584565267</id><published>2005-08-14T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T10:49:55.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Installing takes ages...</title><content type='html'>Because of my classmate's insistence, I was led to download the Java Software. Unfortunately, I'm on modem so it takes ages. Up to now, nothing's happening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112398779584565267?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112398779584565267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112398779584565267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/installing-takes-ages.html' title='Installing takes ages...'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112391539764546595</id><published>2005-08-13T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:43:17.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wounded by love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Ebony-Tears/1114284217_ndedbylove.jpg" border="0" alt="wounded by love"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You cry because you have had your heart broken by&lt;br&gt;someone you loved. This has made you vow not to&lt;br&gt;be hurt like that ever again and you have&lt;br&gt;become distant so that it never will. Because&lt;br&gt;of this you feel sad and lonely. You cry tears&lt;br&gt;of emptyness. You dream of being loved and&lt;br&gt;cared for. To find someone who will take the&lt;br&gt;pain away, to understand you. But it can't&lt;br&gt;happen if your scared of being hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ebony-Tears/quizzes/What%20has%20made%20you%20cry%3F%20%5Bpics%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What has made you cry? [pics]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112391539764546595?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391539764546595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391539764546595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-was-wounded-by-love.html' title='I was wounded by love?'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112391472860330884</id><published>2005-08-13T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:32:08.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What!! My soul is Dead??!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112614220_zDead.soul.JPG" border="0" alt="Dead soul"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your soul is dead.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You've probably been through one too many rough&lt;br&gt;times in your life which has eaten you up from&lt;br&gt;the inside. Now there's nothing more to eat&lt;br&gt;from since you just don't care anymore. Life is&lt;br&gt;meaningless and you live it like a zombie. The&lt;br&gt;good thing though is that you cant be hurt,&lt;br&gt;since you are so distant from the emotional&lt;br&gt;world. Love is something you dont understand or&lt;br&gt;just dont remember. If it was up to you, your&lt;br&gt;life would already be over, but it doesn't make&lt;br&gt;you suicidal. You are probably alone most of&lt;br&gt;the time, looking at the world with a blank&lt;br&gt;stare. The yearning to feel alive and be happy&lt;br&gt;has simply gone away. What's left now is only&lt;br&gt;the shell of what used to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/How%20is%20your%20soul%3F%20%5Bpics%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How is your soul? [pics]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112391472860330884?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391472860330884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391472860330884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-my-soul-is-dead.html' title='What!! My soul is Dead??!!!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112391458597024229</id><published>2005-08-13T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:29:45.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My connection with darkness...is plain evil! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112620887_ction_Evil.JPG" border="0" alt="Evil"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your connection with darkness is because you are&lt;br&gt;evil. Yes, dear quiztaker, you have evil within&lt;br&gt;you. Lots of it. What makes you different from&lt;br&gt;the rest of the results is that your evil is&lt;br&gt;pure. I'm guessing you are a sadistic person&lt;br&gt;too. All people on this earth, according to&lt;br&gt;you, doesn't deserve to live like they do and&lt;br&gt;be happy. No, you want to see them at your&lt;br&gt;feet, obeying you until they die. You are not a&lt;br&gt;people person, unless they function as your&lt;br&gt;slaves, and you look down on everyone else...&lt;br&gt;Lonely on the top, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20connection%20with%20darkness%3F%20%5Bpics%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your connection with darkness? [pics]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112391458597024229?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391458597024229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391458597024229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-connection-with-darknessis-plain.html' title='My connection with darkness...is plain evil! XD'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112391413513402133</id><published>2005-08-13T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:22:15.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this suits me more..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1108926990_vanescence.JPG" border="0" alt="My Immortal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Evanescence song is: My Immortal&lt;br&gt;Memories of a time with a lost person consumes&lt;br&gt;you. You remember him/her so clearly and you&lt;br&gt;are tired of being a victim to your thoughts.&lt;br&gt;You are depressed because of all this, but you&lt;br&gt;just can't seem to let it go. Apperantly this&lt;br&gt;person meant the world to you and made you very&lt;br&gt;happy. You hope that one day he/she will return&lt;br&gt;to you, and you will live happily ever after.&lt;br&gt;But your mind tells you it's not going to&lt;br&gt;happen. You need to let go in order to find&lt;br&gt;peace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Evanescence%20song%20are%20you%3F%5Bmany%20outcomes%20%2B%20wonderful%20pictures%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Evanescence song are you?[many outcomes + wonderful pictures]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112391413513402133?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391413513402133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391413513402133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-think-this-suits-me-more.html' title='I think this suits me more..'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112391394748387352</id><published>2005-08-13T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:19:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evanescence Song that suits me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1108931068_vanescence.JPG" border="0" alt="Bring me to Life"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Evanescence song is: Bring me to Life&lt;br&gt;You have been so alone in this world for such a&lt;br&gt;long time, your emotional level is very low.&lt;br&gt;You live in the darkness in your life and mind,&lt;br&gt;and feel helpless about your whole situation.&lt;br&gt;People rarely understand you or why you act&lt;br&gt;like you do. But then there is this person in&lt;br&gt;your life that changes things. He/she&lt;br&gt;understands you and makes you feel alive again.&lt;br&gt;He/she is your ray of hope in your otherwise so&lt;br&gt;dark life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know what I'm without&lt;br&gt;you can't just leave me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Evanescence%20song%20are%20you%3F%5Bmany%20outcomes%20%2B%20wonderful%20pictures%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Evanescence song are you?[many outcomes + wonderful pictures]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112391394748387352?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391394748387352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391394748387352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/evanescence-song-that-suits-me.html' title='Evanescence Song that suits me'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112391293043723930</id><published>2005-08-13T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:02:10.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Disorder Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Information&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112391293043723930?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391293043723930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112391293043723930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/personality-disorder-test.html' title='Personality Disorder Test'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112390978655310065</id><published>2005-08-13T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T13:09:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best HP Shippers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://atypically.net/hp/shipquiz.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://atypically.net/hp/images/harrydraco.jpg" alt="[harry + draco]" border="0" width="250" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://atypically.net/hp/shipquiz.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://atypically.net/hp/images/siriusremus.jpg" alt="[sirius + remus]" border="0" width="250" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112390978655310065?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112390978655310065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112390978655310065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-hp-shippers.html' title='The Best HP Shippers!'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112390940975953591</id><published>2005-08-13T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T13:03:29.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Girl Am I??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/lookatmewhenimtalking/1123530908_ressofpain.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8e761d0)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a mistress of pain. Either someone has hurt&lt;br&gt;you deeply, or you like hurting others. You&lt;br&gt;might be lonely, or you might just not like&lt;br&gt;people. You're very mysterious. Your idol would&lt;br&gt;be someone like Shirley Manson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/lookatmewhenimtalking/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you%3F%20(pretty%20results!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of girl are you? (pretty results!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112390940975953591?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112390940975953591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112390940975953591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-kind-of-girl-am-i.html' title='What Kind of Girl Am I??'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112388946489957985</id><published>2005-08-13T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T13:02:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of Girlfirend am I.... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/karl_eleison/1123638877_vcrazygril.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;Youre the Crazy&lt;br&gt;Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SUGAR AND&lt;br&gt;SPOONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, this&lt;br&gt;is a phrase that might at any given moment leap&lt;br&gt;from your mouth. You, my dear, are completely&lt;br&gt;insane, a bundle of crazy fun waiting to&lt;br&gt;explode.  You cant sit still and there is no&lt;br&gt;such thing as a stranger. You will talk to&lt;br&gt;literally anyone about literally anything.  You&lt;br&gt;love people.  Seriously, you cannot live&lt;br&gt;without interaction with another human being&lt;br&gt;for more than a minute. Nothing embarrasses&lt;br&gt;you, nothing. Youll dress up and do random&lt;br&gt;things in public and really wont care, why?&lt;br&gt;Because youre having fun, thats why!&lt;br&gt;WHOO-HOO!!! Youre a class clown on a sugar high&lt;br&gt;24-7 and very loveable.  You are always making&lt;br&gt;people smile and laugh.  Theres no such thing&lt;br&gt;as a sad face when youre in the room.  This is&lt;br&gt;one of the main reasons your byo fell&lt;br&gt;head-over-heals in love with you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because youre mind is moving at&lt;br&gt;one-hundred-thousand miles per hour, you arent&lt;br&gt;usually very focused or serious, and, when you&lt;br&gt;are, its hard for those who dont know you well&lt;br&gt;to take you seriously.  When you are serious,&lt;br&gt;youre usually in something of a depression or&lt;br&gt;close to it.  When your boyfriend needs to have&lt;br&gt;a serious conversation, its sometimes hard for&lt;br&gt;you to calm down and pay attention, but thats&lt;br&gt;sometimes just because you dont realize hes not&lt;br&gt;kidding around.  Be sensitive to others and&lt;br&gt;learn to read their moods, which you do fairly&lt;br&gt;well once you get to know them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you scream,&lt;br&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! SUGAR&lt;br&gt;AND SPOONS!!!!!!!!!!!! while running through&lt;br&gt;the mall, your boy should be in close pursuit,&lt;br&gt;squealing, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! KILLER&lt;br&gt;SQUIRELLS! SAVE&lt;br&gt;MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! or something&lt;br&gt;equally random.   If hes not as crazy as you&lt;br&gt;are, there is no way your relationship is going&lt;br&gt;to last.  He needs to thrive on fun and getting&lt;br&gt;together, a big jokester with a great sense of&lt;br&gt;humor and fun.  Of course, hes also a good&lt;br&gt;communicator and lets you know when the two of&lt;br&gt;you need to be serious.  The two of you are a&lt;br&gt;massive ball of energy creating hilarity and&lt;br&gt;chaos wherever you go! Its great! Now, go&lt;br&gt;pounce on him! He stole my spork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PetePan/quizzes/*~What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F~*%20%20(10%20Detailed%20Results%20with%20Beautiful%20Anime%20Couple%20Pics!)%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*~What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?~*  (10 Detailed Results with Beautiful Anime Couple Pics!) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112388946489957985?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112388946489957985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112388946489957985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-kind-of-girlfirend-am-i-d.html' title='What kind of Girlfirend am I.... :D'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112388917023654836</id><published>2005-08-13T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T07:26:10.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://piratemonkeysinc.com/quiz.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://piratemonkeysinc.com/images/INTJ.gif" width=275 height=250 border=0 alt="Pirate Monkey's Harry Potter Personality Quiz"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Harry Potter Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://piratemonkeysinc.com"&gt;Pirate Monkeys Inc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112388917023654836?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112388917023654836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112388917023654836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/harry-potter-personality-test.html' title='Harry Potter Personality Test'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112384000324315778</id><published>2005-08-12T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:52:41.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Power is Compatible with me...</title><content type='html'>~*~Result nr 10~*~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/P/PainfulBliss/1117242209_Power_Time.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your power is:&lt;/b&gt; Time Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explanation:&lt;/b&gt; You have the ability to&lt;br&gt;freeze, push forward or go back in time. In&lt;br&gt;good purposes it is used to prevent bad deeds,&lt;br&gt;and the opposite for evil purposes.&lt;br&gt;As a person your emotional level has been on&lt;br&gt;hold. For one reason or another emotions has&lt;br&gt;reduced and now you aren't so full of life. And&lt;br&gt;of course, this does not sadden you since you&lt;br&gt;could care less. Sometimes though you can be&lt;br&gt;hit by emotioal waves inside but you block it&lt;br&gt;all out. You don't search for something that&lt;br&gt;could make you happy since you have no hope in&lt;br&gt;that area any longer. People probably see you&lt;br&gt;as annoying because you're not involved and&lt;br&gt;just stand there. You probably don't have that&lt;br&gt;many friends either, and you feel like you are&lt;br&gt;with them because that's what you normally do.&lt;br&gt;You stick to your habits and don't appreciate&lt;br&gt;changes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negative aspects:&lt;/b&gt; One day all emotions&lt;br&gt;are gonna surface again, and that day will be&lt;br&gt;very painful. Instead it is more wise to start&lt;br&gt;up the emotional level bit by bit, so it won't&lt;br&gt;come as a big chock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Power%20is%20Compatible%20With%20You%3F%20%5Bbeautiful%20anime%20pictures%20%2B%2012%20detailed%20results%5D/"&gt;What Power is Compatible With You? [beautiful anime pictures + 12 detailed results]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112384000324315778?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112384000324315778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112384000324315778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-power-is-compatible-with-me.html' title='What Power is Compatible with me...'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112383753065436344</id><published>2005-08-12T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T12:57:14.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What people see in my eyes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/karl_eleison/1122886945_zesNothing.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;People see nothing in your eyes. You seem to either&lt;br&gt;be indifferent about everything or are trying&lt;br&gt;to cover up a lot of pain. Your eyes have a&lt;br&gt;cold stare that can make people shiver. Try to&lt;br&gt;show a little more caring, because your hard&lt;br&gt;exterior most likely drives people away.&lt;br&gt;...stop looking at me like that...stoppit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SwitchFootGurl/quizzes/What%20can%20people%20see%20in%20your%20eyes%3F(great%20ANIME%20pics)((IMPROVED!!!))/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What can people see in your eyes?(great ANIME pics)((IMPROVED!!!))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112383753065436344?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112383753065436344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112383753065436344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-people-see-in-my-eyes.html' title='What people see in my eyes....'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15353813.post-112383671093134213</id><published>2005-08-12T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T16:51:50.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatake Kakashi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hatake Kakashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/1600/kakashi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/305/1420/320/kakashi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hatake Kakashi, or "Copy Ninja Kakashi" is Sasuke's, Sakura's and Naruto's sensei. Usually discrete by nature about everything including himself, it seems that he wants to keep who he really is a secret to others and he always keeps his lower face hiddenby a mask. Kakashi also has a reputation of being a severe and demanding teacher, having returned all of his previous students before Naruto and his teammates to the academy. He said that all the others were brainless kids that didn't know what teamwork is and that they only obeyed to what they were told to do, teamwork seems to be very important to Kakashi. But, even though he seems to be cold sometimes, Kakashi loves his student and care for them enough to protect them at all costs, even his life, and he demonstrated that with Orochimaru and Zabuza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakashi is quick thinking and seems to always be one step ahead of everyone and almost always knows how to act accordingly, even though he's always late to every appointment he has, important, or not! Moreover, Kakashi always has an ethically questionable book on him from the "Come Come Paradise" trilogy, and he even reads it in his first combat with his students which, of course insulted Naruto and got him into some "trouble"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lot of characters in Naruto, Kakashi's past is a tragic one, dirtied with the death of many friends and relatives. First, his father, Hatake Sakumo (AKA: White Fang), was disgraced after he abandoned a mission to save his friends, but because of that, Konoha suffered great losses and the village and his companions blamed the White Fang for that, thus, making him weak of mind and body because of the guilt he felt for his failure, and ultimately leading him to suicide. And for that reason, Kakashi became very strict about rules and regulations until 13 years ago...I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t is known that Kakashi became a jounin 13 years ago (from where the manga currently is), at age 16. At the time he was training under Konoha's future fourth Hokage, Yellow Flash. He was in a three man team with Uchiha Obito, whom he never got along very well because Obito never obeyed rules and regulations, and Rin. At the time, there was great turmoil between the great countries and Konoha was deeply involved in what was to be called: The Third Secret World War. All four ninja were involved in a sabotage mission during the war and went to Rock Country. During the mission, the future fourth had to separate from Kakashi and the rest, so Kakashi was given charge of Obito and Rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly, Rin was captured by enemy ninjas and Obito went to rescue her without Kakashi who was still stuck up with his rules and regulations (he wanted to resume the mission without her). Obito had found Rin, but was about to be killed when Kakahi, who finally understood that teamwork and companionship was more important than rules, stepped in and injured the rock ninja. After some battle Kakashi injured his left eye and they were both about to be killed when he was helped by Obito who had his Sharingan awakened and killed the camouflaged enemy. The enemy's companion that was cornered used a Doton jutsu to make some rocks fall on Kakashi's team. Rin got out of the way but Kakashi was hit by a big rock on his blind side and fell to the ground, in an ultimate act of courage, Obito pushed Kakashi out of the way, therefore, saving him. Half crushed under the rocks, slowly dying, Obito's last gift to Kakashi was his Sharingan in his left eye, that was transplanted by Rin into Kakashi, making Kakashi what he is today, always being late and privileging teamwork to carry on Obito's legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards Kakashi became an ANBU team member for a number of years, his only known mission was a rescue mission to save Snow Country's princess. But, judging from what we have seen in that part, we can deduce that Kakashi has been a normal jounin only for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakashi's fighting technique is complex and complete. First of all, Kakashi is quick thinking and has a developed sense of smell, thus making him very receptive to dangers surrounding him. He's also an excellent scout because of his great sense of smell and his ability to summon dogs. Kakashi, more than Sasuke, has learned how to use his Sharingan to the best of it's capacity. He knows the genjutsu that are related to the Sharingan and he can easily confuse powerful enemies like Zabuza with it. Moreover, Kakashi's favorite use of the Sharingan is it's copying ability. It is said that Kakashi has copied more than a thousand techniques with it, making Kakashi's arrays of techniques an exceptionally wide one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Kakashi can even foresee the enemies moves with his left eye, making him even more shrewd. Aside from his Sharingan, Kakashi devised a formidable and powerful jutsu named Chidori/Raikiri. With this jutsu, Kakshi can virtually pierce everything from rock to flesh. Adding to this great array of ninjutsu, Kakashi is a formidable taijutsu user, and proves to be a strong enemy to even taijutsu users like Gai and can easily hold his own in close combat, like he does against Zabuza. The son of the once respected White Fang can wisely use genjutsu to his advantage in combat, and he can use a lot of them, making him a dangerous adversary even when the enemy is in hiding or keeping a distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15353813-112383671093134213?l=itimnapusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112383671093134213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15353813/posts/default/112383671093134213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itimnapusa.blogspot.com/2005/08/hatake-kakashi.html' title='Hatake Kakashi'/><author><name>Lance Malvien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09554673441219455940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ietB-I3VxIU/S8fdV35aOQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b9Cr4MS6wtM/S220/lei.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
