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:)'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-780462134376284286</id><published>2011-04-23T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T07:55:07.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Part 2: Holy Week @ Bonifacio High Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVdpwninevs/TbLCT2MVcmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/xezmUV0uizQ/s1600/Hammers%2Band%2BNails%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVdpwninevs/TbLCT2MVcmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/xezmUV0uizQ/s400/Hammers%2Band%2BNails%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598750932995502690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the night of the Black Saturday here in the Philippines. Traditions are not observed anymore. Throughout the holy week, my neighbors still went on with their lives - buying liquors and cigarettes from us. Yes, we run a small business. We got no choice but to sell to these people, times are tough nowadays. Again, while I'm not religious, it's kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered half of the stations in my previous post, check it out if you have time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8u10rep_2Fo/TbK8hOSAhcI/AAAAAAAAAu0/69NyGKjh4wI/s1600/Station%2B8%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8u10rep_2Fo/TbK8hOSAhcI/AAAAAAAAAu0/69NyGKjh4wI/s400/Station%2B8%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598744565730280898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Station 8, The Two Simons. In this station, there's a table with a lamp, pieces of paper, jars, and pencils. One can write their prayers on a piece of paper and drop them on the jar. One can read the papers in the jar and pray for those people. I didn't write anything. While I think I have many problems, a lot of people have it worst. I picked some papers, went through them and prayed for the others who deserve it. One message I can't forget was, "I wish for my husband's success in his career. I wish for the good health and blessings of my family. Hopefully, one of these days, we can finally have that wedding - not just in my dreams. I will not stop hoping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0j0fjXoujU/TbK_Fa2VTkI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nTpHLjGOq0I/s1600/Station%2B10%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0j0fjXoujU/TbK_Fa2VTkI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nTpHLjGOq0I/s400/Station%2B10%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598747386602409538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Station 10, The Mother: Jesus Entrusts Mary to John There were pictures clipped showing mothers with their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pGHxCzaVWM/TbK_yDKAu_I/AAAAAAAAAvE/M7x_Sdr3lk0/s1600/Station%2B11%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pGHxCzaVWM/TbK_yDKAu_I/AAAAAAAAAvE/M7x_Sdr3lk0/s400/Station%2B11%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598748153336609778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Station 11 The Promise, Jesus promises Paradise to the Thief. Aside from Jesus, there were two other men crucified on either of his side, both were criminals. The other one threw him insults, the other one believed in him. He then promises paradise to the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms-sIU_CHtY/TbLA_PFYSPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Ir8Fxh5nUX4/s1600/Station%2B13%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms-sIU_CHtY/TbLA_PFYSPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Ir8Fxh5nUX4/s400/Station%2B13%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598749479388334322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Station 13, The Cloth. My favorite station! One can write in a piece of paper about people they are thankful for. Wrote about my friends in high school and college, people I've met elsewhere, and everyone in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-780462134376284286?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/780462134376284286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=780462134376284286' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/780462134376284286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/780462134376284286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-2-holy-week-bonifacio-high-street.html' title='Part 2: Holy Week @ Bonifacio High Street'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVdpwninevs/TbLCT2MVcmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/xezmUV0uizQ/s72-c/Hammers%2Band%2BNails%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-8029663238971978247</id><published>2011-04-20T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:51:28.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Part 1: Holy Week @ Bonifacio High Street.</title><content type='html'>I got the week off. Most of us do. I should have been at a bar today but I declined the offer. I am not religious but I think it's not appropriate to drink during the holy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bonifacio High Street the other night with a friend. For some who don't know, the place is a hot spot for celebrities that live nearby, owning the million dollar condos only them could afford. The place is also dotted with shops and restaurants that are high end. However, in additional, as it is Holy Week, there are 14 stations of the cross that people could visit and reflect on. CLICK ON PHOTOS TO ENLARGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PElqNYkVkoY/Ta8hMEQMa8I/AAAAAAAAAuE/yDTEaTiilfc/s1600/Station%2B1%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PElqNYkVkoY/Ta8hMEQMa8I/AAAAAAAAAuE/yDTEaTiilfc/s400/Station%2B1%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597729353028627394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvNcHGXEN3U/Ta8hMXGS-UI/AAAAAAAAAuM/4uomgGBE6Jk/s1600/Station%2B1%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvNcHGXEN3U/Ta8hMXGS-UI/AAAAAAAAAuM/4uomgGBE6Jk/s400/Station%2B1%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597729358087387458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fragmented reflection. I am the one on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Station 1 is about Jesus at the Garden of Gethsemane, where Jesus and his disciples prayed before the crucifixion. In this station, we each took a red bead as a souvenir. The fragmented reflection has a deep meaning, which I can't clearly write in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-wnHHq23r8/Ta8jNiJWzsI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Rdf0iaqyeTI/s1600/Station%2B2%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-wnHHq23r8/Ta8jNiJWzsI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Rdf0iaqyeTI/s400/Station%2B2%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597731577256136386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 2 is about the betrayal of Judas. Judas sold Jesus for a few pieces of silver, roughly about two or three months of what a common laborer would earn that time. Judas was taken in with the offer of money and his selfishness, which this station depicts - the person inside the glass tube container with piles of money in his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhFIa2QYr2E/Ta8kzXHiZnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NZY7Mz459kk/s1600/Station%2B3%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhFIa2QYr2E/Ta8kzXHiZnI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NZY7Mz459kk/s400/Station%2B3%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597733326642374258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Station 3 is the trial of Jesus before the Sanhedrin. This is the one where the crowd was made to choose between Jesus and Jesus Barabbas. The crowd chose Jesus to be crucified - the man who performed miracles, over the guy who was a known crook. In this station, there were three telephones. When I listened, it was a conversation between a man and a woman, and how they passed judgment on an overweight woman without knowing the real story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_4SGPDx9yA/Ta8mXv2xPvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/SPUA0LqBKkc/s1600/Station%2B5%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_4SGPDx9yA/Ta8mXv2xPvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/SPUA0LqBKkc/s400/Station%2B5%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597735051269848818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Station 5 is the infamous whip. The whip is suspended in mid-air, with red paint, supposedly blood, splattered about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOUlogCbf2E/Ta8nJXhjdUI/AAAAAAAAAus/wVNsQ4IsWK4/s1600/Station%2B6%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOUlogCbf2E/Ta8nJXhjdUI/AAAAAAAAAus/wVNsQ4IsWK4/s400/Station%2B6%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597735903731873090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Station 6: Jesus is crowned with thorns. As the whipping is not enough, a crown of thorns was placed upon his head. In this station, I picked up a black cloth, which will be put into use in one of the stations ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned, I am not a religious person. Yes, I have read the bible in two languages, from cover to cover. I like some of the teachings, I probably believe in Jesus. I don't go to church on Sundays, I don't even pray anymore - unless it's for others. I like money and I am selfish. I judge other people on how they look without knowing their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting those stations made me more aware about myself. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-8029663238971978247?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8029663238971978247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=8029663238971978247' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8029663238971978247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8029663238971978247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-1-holy-week-bonifacio-high-street.html' title='Part 1: Holy Week @ Bonifacio High Street.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PElqNYkVkoY/Ta8hMEQMa8I/AAAAAAAAAuE/yDTEaTiilfc/s72-c/Station%2B1%2BHoly%2BWeek%2B%2540%2BBonifacio%2BHigh%2BStreet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-3106998926092944132</id><published>2011-04-19T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:38:44.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Something extremely useful and the doppler effect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Recently, I've been searching for places to go to and things to do when I finally get to be at Baguio by the end of this month. It's looking good so far for my itinerary and budget. &lt;a href="http://blogsearch.google.com/"&gt;Google Blog Search&lt;/a&gt; has been extremely helpful. Blogs are more helpful because the prices are out in the open and pictures are shared by the writers. You can even refine the search by choosing publishing dates, if you are looking for more accurate information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--frOotXHRV0/Ta0JMvRkryI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bD_wGYJio0s/s1600/Concepcion%2BVilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--frOotXHRV0/Ta0JMvRkryI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bD_wGYJio0s/s400/Concepcion%2BVilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597140026344648482" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 88px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;A panoramic shot of the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzdJPjUB7fk/Ta0JMwz3vvI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fEYs-x6qX7A/s1600/Antipolo%2BSkyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzdJPjUB7fk/Ta0JMwz3vvI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fEYs-x6qX7A/s400/Antipolo%2BSkyline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597140026756939506" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Blurred shot of Antipolo Skyline. I can't get a good shot. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I got back from the Antipolo trip last Sunday night. I had an awesome time with my best-est friends, as well as their best friends. One breathtaking thing about Antipolo besides the cold climate that will surely take your breath away, is the breathtaking overlooking view of the city skylines from certain standpoints in Antipolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Want to go that Restaurant but not quite sure of the budget? Want to explore a new dining place? Want to share your favorite restaurants or drop bombs on restaurants that suck? Live in Metro Manila? Well you better head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.munchpunch.com/"&gt;MunchPunch&lt;/a&gt; if you said yes to all of the above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I review restaurants in there, I go by the name of ASoprano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://16.media.tumblr.com/todlTtfdap62qjmdiVoOorHTo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/todlTtfdap62qjmdiVoOorHTo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 273px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Smart is indeed sexy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I finished watching Community Season 1 a few days ago. While the series is not a barrel of laughs, it has good writing. So overall, it's worth it, so go download and watch! They've been renewed for a third season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently started on The Big Bang Theory. I do understand the scientific jargon going on but like Penny, maybe someday I can get the hang of listening to the other guys talk about subatomic particles, molecular positronium, the doppler effect, and well, a lot of other big words. It's an okay show for me, I chuckle here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the Holy Week to reflect and spend time with your loved ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-3106998926092944132?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3106998926092944132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=3106998926092944132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3106998926092944132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3106998926092944132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-extremely-useful-and-doppler_19.html' title='Something extremely useful and the doppler effect.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--frOotXHRV0/Ta0JMvRkryI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bD_wGYJio0s/s72-c/Concepcion%2BVilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-772668105571836530</id><published>2011-04-07T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:15:42.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Something that smells like burnt cash and where royal flush is the ultimate killer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your productivity is the reason of my interest. I like the person that you are, but I am in love with the person that you have potential to be." - Wale, in Ambitious Girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mExvk3lySyk/TZ6UoTsq_NI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Mzm2-UOZMo4/s1600/IMG_0806.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mExvk3lySyk/TZ6UoTsq_NI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Mzm2-UOZMo4/s320/IMG_0806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593071207444053202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxOqTwQG_Zo/TZ6UoBl-oCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/TjnqdoToSmk/s1600/IMG_0805.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxOqTwQG_Zo/TZ6UoBl-oCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/TjnqdoToSmk/s320/IMG_0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593071202584141858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A necklace that has far too many laces and a bonnet. I love the brown/copper/bronze shade! Bring on the earth colors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days ago, I went shopping. I really don't go into shopping sprees, usually just a top and an additional item here and there, usually once a week. We don't have issued uniforms in school so being the big spender that I am, I constantly need new tops and accessories to go with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alllatestepisodes.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/5ab4236c14y-show.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.alllatestepisodes.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/5ab4236c14y-show.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I started watching this show because I am about to finish the brilliantly smart and witty show that only lasted for three seasons, Arrested Development. Still can't conclude anything from Community but I think I'm gonna go far with it, I love the pop culture referencing they do. They did a lot of &lt;i&gt;Breakfast Clubbing &lt;/i&gt;in the Pilot episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have four possible trips this April. One is this upcoming weekend, in Antipolo where we will go bar hopping while looking at the beautiful major city skylines; Two is the trip to Pangasinan where we will camp and have fun in the beach. I am hoping for some sports to play - just not Volleyball because I just wasn't made for that; Three, Ilocos, where I will visit this Music Producer who I have a crush on; and Four, a trip to the summer capital of the country, Baguio, where I will explore, get cold, meet friends, and enjoy the nightlife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These trips are sponsored by my Dad - only he doesn't know of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;I very sincerely think that if you have multiple blogs and you don't use some of them unless they have some kind of sentimental value (For example: a blog covering your trip to Africa and doing social work), delete them. I get confused on which to visit so I click all of them and see which one is the most active.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me the time so I can read your wonderful posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6InSTMLFHU/TZ6WZQ2kEsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/0OXjo9STHkg/s1600/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6InSTMLFHU/TZ6WZQ2kEsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/0OXjo9STHkg/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593073148005454530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing a lot of Poker lately - especially Hold Em. I got the money, chips, and cards for the possible trip to Antipolo tomorrow! All set for gambling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-772668105571836530?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/772668105571836530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=772668105571836530' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/772668105571836530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/772668105571836530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-mini-posts-of-shopping-and.html' title='Something that smells like burnt cash and where royal flush is the ultimate killer.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mExvk3lySyk/TZ6UoTsq_NI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Mzm2-UOZMo4/s72-c/IMG_0806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-8635220210821877041</id><published>2011-04-04T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:45:23.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Something about flying away and on being a quitter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For as long as I can remember, I've been a quitter. I'm not proud of it. The reason for being at first, being obsessed with the idea of a particular thing, could be due to a lot of things. The hype surrounding it, the glory after attaining that goal, and my dreams, hopes, and attitude of wanting to be versatile and skillful in a lot of areas. I am interested in a wide array of things so I tend to get confused and overexcited over what I really want to do with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSlT_I3ZjsfUXy5FZN0n8ypSrSgTtTq9uQHgGx3LxEsLOunXAjWWQ"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 190px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSlT_I3ZjsfUXy5FZN0n8ypSrSgTtTq9uQHgGx3LxEsLOunXAjWWQ" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The idea of wanting to get into med school. I took the test that serves as a requirement for all medical schools in the Philippines. I got a really low score. I feel like I can't take the hardship that I have to go through med school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being an officer of the Student Council. I was head of the Sports committee then promoted to Secretary. I quit because I wanted to focus more on my studies and my internship that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enrolling in a private institution for Spanish classes. I attended a few classes but then decided it was too hard for me, I need to be immersed in a place where I could really practice the language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shifting from BS Computer Science to BS Psychology. Calculus and analytical subjects shot me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For most of the time, I am great at the start of these ideas but then after a while, I quit before I hit the finish line. I could have had a shot at being a Doctor, I could have organized and helped BS Psychology be recognized and appreciated in my university, I could have been speaking and understanding Spanish now, or I could have been a Computer Programmer instead of a Psychotherapist or a Human Resources person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://huskiessuck.com/fuskies/img/quitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 262px;" src="http://huskiessuck.com/fuskies/img/quitting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a lot of regrets but there's no use sulking over them. I do not promise any more quitting in the future but I would like to redeem myself and make use of what I have now, take things one day at a time, do time management. I wrote and posted this on my blog to serve as a memory and a guide for a lot of things that I gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What have you been quitting lately? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Much Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-8635220210821877041?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8635220210821877041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=8635220210821877041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8635220210821877041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8635220210821877041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-about-flying-away-and-on.html' title='Something about flying away and on being a quitter.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-7525967090634613934</id><published>2011-04-03T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T03:17:00.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Something you either love or hate and an out of town experience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://edge-img.datpiff.com/m6660ffe/Drake_So_Far_Gone-front-large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 253px;" src="http://edge-img.datpiff.com/m6660ffe/Drake_So_Far_Gone-front-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drake's So Far Gone mixtape - if you're into Hiphop/Rap, listen to it. You shouldn't pass up a mixtape this great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get tired of the rappers rapping about money, the cars, the fame, and "the hoes", I hit stop and listen to The Script instead. Sometimes I need a pause or a stop button from all the swagging, bragging, and partying, and get in touch with my softer side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorite genre is hip-hop and rap and I am aware of the negativity surrounding it. A lot of rappers do make sense. Some of their songs don't, some of their songs do. It's a love it or hate it relationship. Either way, they will dominate the charts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days ago, I went with some schoolmates on this paradise not yet reached by industrialization and capitalism - Papaya, Nueva Ecija. It is a very long ride from the province's capital and does not attract a lot of tourists. People in there possibly only got the information by word of mouth or letting the pictures speak for its beauty. Which comes after this paragraph, without further ado. CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn1Nf_PQU1A/TZYxGqAQf1I/AAAAAAAAAsg/9V8JC1kIEn0/s1600/DSC06285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn1Nf_PQU1A/TZYxGqAQf1I/AAAAAAAAAsg/9V8JC1kIEn0/s400/DSC06285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590709977851395922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Fa3CTJYzRE/TZYxzMFv4pI/AAAAAAAAAtA/7iw4LGq3O4A/s1600/DSC06332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Fa3CTJYzRE/TZYxzMFv4pI/AAAAAAAAAtA/7iw4LGq3O4A/s400/DSC06332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590710742915474066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xUwtcC6rus/TZYxyo4Px8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/sN1RVKx5F1o/s1600/DSC06327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xUwtcC6rus/TZYxyo4Px8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/sN1RVKx5F1o/s400/DSC06327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590710733463603138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-me6dpZuzvLQ/TZYxysN8TMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/xUjMkg5SPyk/s1600/DSC06319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-me6dpZuzvLQ/TZYxysN8TMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/xUjMkg5SPyk/s400/DSC06319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590710734359907522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi7BZaP17oQ/TZYxyS_6dbI/AAAAAAAAAso/uh_z3PUsBnc/s1600/DSC06307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi7BZaP17oQ/TZYxyS_6dbI/AAAAAAAAAso/uh_z3PUsBnc/s400/DSC06307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590710727590180274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are many other photos but I picked out the best ones from a handful of pictures I took. We spent about an hour trekking out the rock formations and finally into some really dark cave with bats and blasts of cold air. Finally out in the sun, we went to the pictures shown above. It was very tiring but rewarding, especially when you actually get to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Department of Tourism, promote the damn place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride a bus to Gapan in one of the Bus Liners in Cubao. We picked Baliwag Transit (P160, if you're a student, bring your ID.) From Gapan, ride a jeep which will cost one person P23. Tell the driver to bring you to Papaya, where the cave and the water is at. I really don't know the exact name of the place, but show em some pictures and I'm sure they will know from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love, &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/167695065439781180-7525967090634613934?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7525967090634613934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=7525967090634613934' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7525967090634613934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7525967090634613934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-you-either-love-or-hate-and.html' title='Something you either love or hate and an out of town experience.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn1Nf_PQU1A/TZYxGqAQf1I/AAAAAAAAAsg/9V8JC1kIEn0/s72-c/DSC06285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-7172505170450573523</id><published>2011-04-01T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T12:04:09.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Something you think, feel, and do when bored and you actually want to do something meaningful  with your life.</title><content type='html'>It's my term break so I got nothing better to do but sit in front of the computer and check Facebook multiple times during the day and through the night. I have no life. I hate being on vacation cos my allowance gets cut too. I prefer stressing over some exam the next day after just getting home from a night of getting wasted at some bar. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, all the negativity, bitterness, and laziness will be over once school starts in two weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh yeah, this might be my last summer vacation, I will be graduating in six months, hopefully sometime around November. Time to get some money and wash those dollar bills like laundry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://runadoboking.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/189152_10150130612638685_518158684_6521524_237659_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 372px;" src="http://runadoboking.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/189152_10150130612638685_518158684_6521524_237659_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run for Japan. (Registration Fee: P350.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't just mean spending on parties, clothes, and escapades, I also mean doing things for a cause, to explain what I said in the previous paragraph before those asterisks. I mean, what kind of person do you think I am?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to participate in fun runs this summer. I like the whole idea of giving and doing something for a cause. I like how the Run For Japan event only costs P350 or close to 9 US Dollars. Because it's not expensive and with the recent media blasting about the unfortunate disaster that struck Japan, this is bound to be participated by many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need me some running shoes. There are a LOT of fun runs this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/167695065439781180-7172505170450573523?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7172505170450573523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=7172505170450573523' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7172505170450573523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7172505170450573523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-you-think-feel-and-do-when.html' title='Something you think, feel, and do when bored and you actually want to do something meaningful  with your life.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-6484249775213050095</id><published>2011-03-28T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:58:26.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Something about change of plans and leaving it all to time.</title><content type='html'>I did a previous blog post but I didn't allow comments - I just want to let some things out. Writing about feelings can really help, even if there's no one listening or reading. Writing is a medium of expression. Even if we, bloggers, love attention and the audience, there are just some things you're better off writing about - decreasing the chance of an emotional outburst, breakdown or melodramatic situations in the future. Your thoughts become better constructed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the long time I haven't posted, a lot of things happened, among those a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;n internship at Standard Chartered Bank. I got an allowance out of it, and it's pretty big compared to my other classmates who interned at different companies, they practically got nowhere near my allowance or didn't get any at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like I was treated right in the HR department where I was assigned. They let me interview aspiring interns and let me in on their meetings. I was not ever asked to make coffee or photocopy hundreds of papers. It was like I was one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During the internship, my love with HR blossomed. Every time I wake up, I put on my corporate attire, travel to the biggest and most popular business district in the country, walk in its pavements, and finally enter the office building - and it feels right, like it's where I should be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am actually excited to be working in an industrial setting. I want to know more or maybe master the whole HR thing. And then there's the dream of pursuing medical school. I want the glory, to help people, the work, and even the stress. I don't know. Maybe I've leave it all to time, see where it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-6484249775213050095?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6484249775213050095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=6484249775213050095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/6484249775213050095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/6484249775213050095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-about-change-of-plans-and.html' title='Something about change of plans and leaving it all to time.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-4301664044832111988</id><published>2011-03-27T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T08:50:34.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what's up with me. All I want is something to do, something to get busy with just so I can forget. Something new. I used to be good at ignoring and suppressing things but I don't know what's happening. One thing is for sure, though. I want to get out of this phase now but it will be the longest 6 months of my life. I'm not even sure if I can handle waiting for that long. And no, I'm not saying I have suicidal thoughts - I know I'm better than that. It just sounds unbearable, thinking that so much could happen in just a month. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like this one boy. We went out for more than a year then he just broke it off, saying he wanted to focus more on school, add to that other things like family, and yes, it's the truth. He says he still likes me and I still really like him too, after more than 6 months that he decided to call it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're still spending time together and having fun even after we broke up. He says he's happy and comfortable when he's with me. One would think we're back together or we're getting back together. But no, it's even more complicated than it is. He wants to get back but he can't because of circumstances. Whichever way I think of it, it's a losing battle for me. He wants to be friends and possibly would like to develop something more in the future, if given the chance, and never wants me out of his life and I sort of want the same thing but it's just painful and unbearable to not to be able to hold his hand, or kiss him, or take care of him. Sure, if I really like him, then I should wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we should spend time together and make the most out of it. Actually be in a relationship before everything starts to move really fast. Graduation will be in 6 months. When I graduate, I might go in this internship at the States. He will go back to the States for vacation but it is a long shot we will meet, assuming that I get assigned to somewhere far away from Virginia. From there, a lot of things could happen. We would be meeting a lot of people. Then after my internship, I will come back to the Philippines. He might not come back and might pursue medical school in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't know what will happen in the future. Maybe all I can really do right now is to wait and be patient - which sucks but there's no other choice. And hell yeah, I am stubborn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-4301664044832111988?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4301664044832111988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4301664044832111988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-know-whats-up-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-8654605745859596252</id><published>2010-11-06T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:00:39.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Sort of a quick post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I  haven't posted anything for a while  cos I've been REAL busy. Not  exactly busy on school stuff but other  things. It's a good Sunday  morning, and I'll spend it on reviewing for  exams blahblah, anything to  lessen my backlog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being   in College is pretty crazy! You got school, social life, and personal   thingies to deal with.. and I LOVE it! There's little room for relaxing   and sleeping but all the fun and experience is worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good Life, I am coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNYu70XRK1I/AAAAAAAAArY/WEb_OhqzHbY/s1600/friends-season.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNYu70XRK1I/AAAAAAAAArY/WEb_OhqzHbY/s400/friends-season.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536664397102000978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few days ago, I started watching Friends. I know, the TV Show started  in 1994 and it's already 2010 but I'm not gonna let my ignorance be  extended to 2011 - I'm gonna finish the show's 10 seasons before this  year ends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on the 5th episode so far and I'm  liking it. I have always liked Lisa Kudrow and her dumb but funny roles  and Jennifer Aniston's sweet, endearing image. She's always gonna be  America's Sweetheart. How I Met Your Mother and other shows followed  after this show's footsteps. That one apartment setting, one bar they  frequent, big city setting, and the stories that make each character be  loved by the audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Cable Internet, I can download anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went  out with a couple of friends I haven't seen for a long time. We ate at  Lamesa Grill, somewhere in San Miguel by The Bay. Food was pretty good,  nothing special. It was totally affordable and the ambiance is really  nice. There's a live band performing just outside the Grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNYvbJCezMI/AAAAAAAAAro/lnOLHAUNATg/s1600/IMG_7891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNYvbJCezMI/AAAAAAAAAro/lnOLHAUNATg/s400/IMG_7891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536664935227903170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken Sisig. Tasted okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNYva7euh4I/AAAAAAAAArg/F761Dk4B5BE/s1600/IMG_7890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNYva7euh4I/AAAAAAAAArg/F761Dk4B5BE/s400/IMG_7890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536664931588278146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seafood Platter. With shrimp, squid and clams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-8654605745859596252?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8654605745859596252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=8654605745859596252' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8654605745859596252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8654605745859596252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/sort-of-quick-post.html' title='Sort of a quick post.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNYu70XRK1I/AAAAAAAAArY/WEb_OhqzHbY/s72-c/friends-season.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-8589077902103475463</id><published>2010-11-01T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:09:59.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Scaring others is pretty fun.</title><content type='html'>I had a long and fun weekend. Nothing else to do but watch TV Shows and movies, download music, hang around Facebook and all that pop culture stuff. I also enjoyed scaring my niece and nephews, it has been a lot of fun. What haunts me the most is that before these kids go to bed, they would be having nightmares and it would be some of my fault.. I have to credit the adults - that's how it goes down in our family tree - for they also shared their part, with astounding effort, thus earning recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNEJuOwhzFI/AAAAAAAAArM/jnqobZdQRa8/s1600/IMG_7759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNEJuOwhzFI/AAAAAAAAArM/jnqobZdQRa8/s400/IMG_7759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535216106855320658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNEJuBGQz8I/AAAAAAAAArE/5DDahDX8q8Q/s1600/IMG_7737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNEJuBGQz8I/AAAAAAAAArE/5DDahDX8q8Q/s400/IMG_7737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535216103188385730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chocolate cake for the clan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TM7_4_gMMxI/AAAAAAAAAqs/IbYEQUX6fbQ/s1600/MV5BMTkwNTczNTMyOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzUxOTUyMw%40%40._V1._SX214_CR0,0,214,314_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TM7_4_gMMxI/AAAAAAAAAqs/IbYEQUX6fbQ/s400/MV5BMTkwNTczNTMyOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzUxOTUyMw%40%40._V1._SX214_CR0,0,214,314_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534642346669126418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TM7_4hIF5mI/AAAAAAAAAqk/p9u7F9mi2x0/s1600/MV5BMTc0NDQzNTA2Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzI2OTQzMw%40%40._V1._SX214_CR0,0,214,314_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TM7_4hIF5mI/AAAAAAAAAqk/p9u7F9mi2x0/s400/MV5BMTc0NDQzNTA2Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzI2OTQzMw%40%40._V1._SX214_CR0,0,214,314_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534642338514986594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TM7_4SrSWrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/s9XVk0Upkzg/s1600/MV5BMjAxMzY3NjcxNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNTI5OTM0Mw%40%40._V1._SX214_CR0,0,214,314_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TM7_4SrSWrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/s9XVk0Upkzg/s400/MV5BMjAxMzY3NjcxNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNTI5OTM0Mw%40%40._V1._SX214_CR0,0,214,314_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534642334636071602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Other Guys&lt;/span&gt; was just weird, it tried hard to be funny. A lot of parts were straight hilarious, stupid, and awkward. Mark Wahlberg and Will Ferrell didn't have the chemistry unlike The Rock and the most revered Samuel L. Jackson on the first almost-ten minutes of the movie. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inception&lt;/span&gt; like everybody else when it was released. Now, a few months later, I'm gonna watch it again, it was recently released on DVD. The concept of a dream within a dream is just addictive and original, I have to see it again and we all know we have to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scott Pilgrim&lt;/span&gt;, haven't seen it yet. It stars that actor playing not at all stupid and awkward roles but I want to see it. I forgot his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&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/167695065439781180-8589077902103475463?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8589077902103475463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=8589077902103475463' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8589077902103475463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8589077902103475463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/scaring-others-is-pretty-fun.html' title='Scaring others is pretty fun.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TNEJuOwhzFI/AAAAAAAAArM/jnqobZdQRa8/s72-c/IMG_7759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-5180835423996772064</id><published>2010-10-26T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:43:26.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and drinks'/><title type='text'>Always wanting more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMv_bR7a6RI/AAAAAAAAApM/ttwPQpPbUOo/s1600/Busy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMv_bR7a6RI/AAAAAAAAApM/ttwPQpPbUOo/s400/Busy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533797411288967442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I swear I don't know where time has gone by. The past few weeks, after the end of each week, I'm like "What the *bleep!* just happened?" after every 'realization', I look at my wallet and see some bills and coins and new clothes. I've been getting too much money and I've been quick to spend it. I feel like I'm rushing through every day without realizing I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been fun but I don't feel contented. I'm like this now, I always want more than what I already have. Of course I'm not gonna feel 'contented' at this point in my life unless I get the things I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few days ago, my friend and I had to hit the mall due to boredom and cravings for something salty AND sweet. That's right, we could be weird sometimes. First off, we went to satisfy our cravings for salty food by eating Italian dishes at a fast food chain. Next up, for something sweet so we stopped by Cerealicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMbO3lBNeRI/AAAAAAAAApE/Ka6kvGd_25w/s1600/Cerealicious+The+Hurt+Loacker+with+Ice+Cream+Topping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMbO3lBNeRI/AAAAAAAAApE/Ka6kvGd_25w/s400/Cerealicious+The+Hurt+Loacker+with+Ice+Cream+Topping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532336646496549138" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;My friend's 'The Hurt Loacker' (Loacker, Milo Balls, and M&amp;amp;Ms) topped with a scoop of Chocolate Ice Cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMbO3aRmnYI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EAzOZtDVhM4/s1600/Cerealicious+Cashewblanca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMbO3aRmnYI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EAzOZtDVhM4/s400/Cerealicious+Cashewblanca.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532336643612515714" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Mine: 'Cashewblanca' (Cashew, Brownies, Frosties) topped with Nestle Crunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*All thanks to my Canon IXUS 80 IS and my awesome manual setting, food has never looked so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cerealicious, though been around for a few years, is still starting to open up branches around Metro Manila. Each item from the menu are inspired by movies: Pirates of the Cadburryean, Oreo and Juliet, The Skittle Mermaid, and more! You can even make your own cereal: add cereals, chocolates, nuts, and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the new thing so look for a Cerealicious near you! Prices range from P50-P150.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They should be paying me for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&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/167695065439781180-5180835423996772064?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/5180835423996772064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=5180835423996772064' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/5180835423996772064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/5180835423996772064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/10/always-wanting-more.html' title='Always wanting more.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMv_bR7a6RI/AAAAAAAAApM/ttwPQpPbUOo/s72-c/Busy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-7422980414113099860</id><published>2010-10-23T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T04:34:50.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Without A Trace and The Hunger Games.</title><content type='html'>It has only been almost two months but the feeling of being single is so good, I totally forgot how it feels like. Though I am saddened of closing another chapter, somehow it feels right. It's time to focus on things I neglected like my friends, meeting new people, studying, and other stuff. I deleted him on my Facebook, I rarely talk to him even though we're on the same classes and Student Council Officers, my phone, online messenger, his pictures -- no trace of him and that helped me move on and grow. It's not that he did something so unforgivably wrong; it was my choice to want to forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ-8SJkZZ30/THP5pyiazkI/AAAAAAAABog/g77N8JJmM9U/s1600/The+Hunger+Games+Series.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not denying the fact that there's always gonna be space for him somewhere. I'll let Future HalfCrazy deal with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now I'm just gonna put it aside and continue to get to the place where I want to be. I'm excited. I'm getting there. I hope to get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few months ago, I bought Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and I'm glad I did. This book is so compelling and addictive that when it came to my knowing that it spawned two more sequels, I was excited to purchase but had to fall back cos the two books are way out of my normal price range for buying books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ-8SJkZZ30/THP5pyiazkI/AAAAAAAABog/g77N8JJmM9U/s1600/The+Hunger+Games+Series.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think this is a marketing strategy and a pretty good one at that. The first book (softbound) was so affordable, at par with three Big Macs from Mcdonald's (or maybe less) while the other two, both hardbound and not having softbound and paperback copies costs $18 a piece. Having no choice, a lot of readers bought the two books even if they are expensive. No, I wasn't one of them. Even if the first book was SO GOOD, I had to restrain myself. Good thing there's softbound versions of the series on Powerbooks but with different covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, go out and buy the first book! Know the Battle Royale movie? If you liked it, you're going to like the Hunger Games series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love, &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/167695065439781180-7422980414113099860?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7422980414113099860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=7422980414113099860' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7422980414113099860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7422980414113099860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/10/without-trace-and-hunger-games.html' title='Without A Trace and The Hunger Games.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ-8SJkZZ30/THP5pyiazkI/AAAAAAAABog/g77N8JJmM9U/s72-c/The+Hunger+Games+Series.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-3158554974197103899</id><published>2010-10-18T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:30:15.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and drinks'/><title type='text'>Jinx and Drinks.</title><content type='html'>In a few months, if things go really well, I can fly to the US for an on-the-job-training and stay there for a year, and maybe meet up with friends and family living there. The thought of leaving my life in here for a year scares me but then flying out of here excites me too. Also, when I get back, I'm excited to know and see the changes that took place when I was out - not to mention changes that happened to me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get back, I wanna go to med school and pursue that plan of contributing something awesome to the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I shouldn't get ahead of myself. Most of the time, things don't really turn out the way you planned them to be, but something else. Just talking about these things, I feel like I'm jinxing my plans. Here's a quote that I really liked: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You can't design your life like a building, it doesn't work that way. You just have to live it and it will design itself. It's not that you shouldn't do anything - listen to what the world is telling you and take the leap."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's good to have plans to guide you but I'm just saying there are a lot of decisions and circumstances in life that would not make your plans happen or not. I might contribute to the world but not become a Doctor but someone and something else. I might end up living in the US or I'm just gonna be stuck here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What they are, I'll know, just not now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For Pinoys looking for a good bar..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nowadays, I frequent this one bar: Central. Which branch, preferably Makati. But I have also been to Central BF Homes Paranaque, Central Angelo King, Central Adriatico, and I want to visit the others! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's great about Central is everything is certainly of the highest quality, may it be food or drinks. Don't forget to try their "Bad" drinks: Bad Trip, Bad Boy and Bad Girl (Ranging from P180-P190). Also their Squeeze Me and. Also their nachos and Cheesy Potato (Around P150). And uhm, 2+1 Thursdays (Order 2, get 1 free!) and.. that's it. You can also order take out, just add P20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TL1E4Z-FsKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/-kwylG86Pvk/s1600/IMG_7272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TL1E4Z-FsKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/-kwylG86Pvk/s320/IMG_7272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529651653315506338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nachos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TL1E4PddkJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/-ltuIN6eCpY/s1600/IMG_7271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TL1E4PddkJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/-ltuIN6eCpY/s320/IMG_7271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529651650494304402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squeeze Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&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/167695065439781180-3158554974197103899?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3158554974197103899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=3158554974197103899' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3158554974197103899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3158554974197103899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/10/jinx-and-drinks.html' title='Jinx and Drinks.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TL1E4Z-FsKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/-kwylG86Pvk/s72-c/IMG_7272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-856064761669012239</id><published>2010-10-11T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:29:05.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Open Letters: Money, Future Self and Boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a beautiful and rainy Tuesday morning and I'm alone at home. Even for just a day, the TV set can rest, no more racket from my brother upstairs and it's total peace and quiet - this is what I want. I have one class today but I didn't go. I decided to stay at home, order a breakfast from McDonald's with a hot chocolate and started writing these open letters..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.intellasia.net/news/uploads/4/PhilippineCountPesoG-AFP-275.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 373px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Money, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These past few days, you're all I ever think about. I'd get thousands or even millions of you in the future. I know money can't buy me happiness but it would sure get me things I want for myself and for other people. People say that once I get loads of you in the future, I wouldn't be THAT happy but I'll let Future HalfCrazy deal with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See thousands of you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Future HalfCrazy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember the ideal mindset. Work for money, work for the future, work for family, work for your self, get things you want, help people, make a difference, gain wisdom and knowledge, always do what is right, make millions of friends around the world.. I could go on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just make sure I'm a good person with a lot of money and friends. Don't worry, I have long been laying a strong foundation for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll leave ten years from now to you. Keep being awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear next Boyfriend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want a relationship that's not too serious and definitely no playing around. Number one rule is no cheating - there's nothing I hate more than that. I want our relationship to be honest so no lies. I am not clingy like other girls so I know you're going to enjoy being with me. Always make sure you tell me your whereabouts but I get to check on you every three hours when you're at a party, is that okay? You can do the same thing to me. You totally should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you're sweet, gentle, spontaneous, funny, thoughtful, and smart. It's a plus if you're doing really well in school, have plans for the future, likes funny and sometimes stupid shows like The Office, likes hiphop and soul, is into books, good wardrobe, good-looking and.. you can add some of your quirks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do not tell me you love me just after a few months. Keep it in, say it after a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's guaranteed that I won't waste your time. Keep safe on that road towards me. Many would want to lead you astray but don't let them. Let me deal with those bimbos later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you can write a short open letter to someone or a something, to whom or what would you address it to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HalfCrazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-856064761669012239?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/856064761669012239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=856064761669012239' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/856064761669012239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/856064761669012239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/10/open-letters-bloggers-money-etc.html' title='Open Letters: Money, Future Self and Boyfriend.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-7615791093168742317</id><published>2010-10-09T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:24:22.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and drinks'/><title type='text'>Something about hopes of huge success and Quesadillas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At my age and in my current situation in life, I equate money with happiness, on a very significant relationship. I am 19, for others I may be young but I feel old. I feel like I haven't done much cos I don't have enough money to do things I like. And I want to do a lot of things, especially traveling and doing something new. I eat 3-5 times a day, finishing College, getting and doing things I want but I feel like it's not enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I should be contented with what I have but I am not. I can be pretty ambitious. I can't just stay put in one place and do the same things over and over again but it is exactly what I'm doing right now. Probably cos I'm tied down with school stuff and having not enough money to support the life I want.  Maybe it's only a matter time before things really change, I know I shouldn't be rushing to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want constant excitement. A change of scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few weeks ago, I dined in at Holy Cow wherein they serve expensive steaks, ribs, quesadillas, and other grilled meat stuff - what you would expect from a Restaurant sporting a Wild Wild West theme. No, I'm not going to show you guys every dish I had whenever I come there. I'll show you the star of each visit. Their Quesadillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TLBQafEwleI/AAAAAAAAAnc/uFIExrj8sRg/s1600/Holy+Cow+Quesadillas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TLBQafEwleI/AAAAAAAAAnc/uFIExrj8sRg/s400/Holy+Cow+Quesadillas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526005158731879906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their Quesadillas are so yummy it's a sin not to try them out. Costs around P250 (Roughly around $6). A little pricey, yeah, but it's worth trying it out. This thing packs lots of calories too. I got your mouth watering, didn't I? Exactly my plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-7615791093168742317?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7615791093168742317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=7615791093168742317' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7615791093168742317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7615791093168742317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-about-hopes-of-huge-success.html' title='Something about hopes of huge success and Quesadillas.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TLBQafEwleI/AAAAAAAAAnc/uFIExrj8sRg/s72-c/Holy+Cow+Quesadillas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-7806877161120086510</id><published>2010-10-07T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:29:00.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='town shootout'/><title type='text'>Friday Town Shootout: Water, Glass, Shiny Objects and Reflections.</title><content type='html'>I'm excited to do this post cos it's my first time in a long time to do the Friday Town Shootout! This week's topic is what it says on my title; water, glass, shiny objects, and reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Do not expect much from me, I am not a season photographer/traveler like the others on this &lt;a href="http://mytownshootout.blogspot.com/"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt;. To see more of this week and to participate in the upcoming FSOs, &lt;a href="http://mytownmrlinky.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. Imma be representing Metro Manila, Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Harbor Square with a couple of friends on a Thursday night. There are a lot of bars in this place and is a favorite hangout during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9KKOD9a9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/kPXL4DleskU/s1600/IMG_7177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9KKOD9a9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/kPXL4DleskU/s400/IMG_7177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525716807240739794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9KJxF6iwI/AAAAAAAAAmc/gQVPXsqTV4U/s1600/IMG_7161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9KJxF6iwI/AAAAAAAAAmc/gQVPXsqTV4U/s400/IMG_7161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525716799464311554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bar in a yacht. Wonder how much the drinks/entrance fee costs there. No, we didn't try and we didn't ask. Well, maybe some other time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, the next batch of pictures are indoors and this is something you have seen before but hey, it's got glasses, water.. okay, chemicals. Pictures are taken during my Physiological Biochemistry Laboratory class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9NBUGd3oI/AAAAAAAAAm0/903Rh5BFUk4/s1600/IMG_6186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9NBUGd3oI/AAAAAAAAAm0/903Rh5BFUk4/s400/IMG_6186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525719952777928322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Testing for the presence of sugars. You gotta love it being assorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9NBia5-TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1eYnxklDymk/s1600/IMG_6184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9NBia5-TI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1eYnxklDymk/s400/IMG_6184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525719956621752626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhm yeah, those are my nails. Matches with the chemical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9NCmosGcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/nqOra2f4QX0/s1600/IMG_6177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9NCmosGcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/nqOra2f4QX0/s400/IMG_6177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525719974933174722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9NCAsUJMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/1Hb_sYlPDs0/s1600/IMG_6178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9NCAsUJMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/1Hb_sYlPDs0/s400/IMG_6178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525719964747834562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9NBKhmT_I/AAAAAAAAAms/SdH7jjV-u1w/s1600/IMG_6166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9NBKhmT_I/AAAAAAAAAms/SdH7jjV-u1w/s400/IMG_6166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525719950207373298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some more of the chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for this week. It's not much compared to the others but I hope you guys enjoyed. Join us now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-7806877161120086510?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7806877161120086510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=7806877161120086510' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7806877161120086510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7806877161120086510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-town-shootout-water-glass-shiny.html' title='Friday Town Shootout: Water, Glass, Shiny Objects and Reflections.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TK9KKOD9a9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/kPXL4DleskU/s72-c/IMG_7177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-7063251526369758626</id><published>2010-10-05T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T03:16:19.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Something about good and bad days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10.05.2010 8.02PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's time to take advantage of the single life. I gotta get out there and finally do me, after looking out for someone else for over a year. I need time to recuperate so I'm not ready for anything serious..or casual for that matter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not really going to write in here stuff I've been planning to do cos I know he might be reading and that's gonna spoil the big surprise. Actually, not really a big surprise but a lot of baby surprises to get me back on the market. *Wink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay so, I might be blogging about some things that happened or did but I promise to keep the info minimal. How's that going to work, let's see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I changed my blog layout. I have no idea what those equations say but it looks pretty cool, right. Besides, I'm on this journey to medicine thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These past few days, nothing really exciting happened. Yeah, there were some highlights like me going out with friends once or twice a week to hang out at bars and do whatever people do at bars; I fell on the sewers or my right calf did cos I was busy thinking of something and I got my sunglasses on and I don't why I fell through the crack that is so noticeable - I tell you, the experience wasn't awesome; I attended a meeting but I shouldn't have been there, it was already late when I knew so I had to disappear like a moron. Imagine a Psychology student being caught up in a meeting with Engineering majors. That's one of those times I wanted the ground to swallow me in an instant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So yeah, maybe it was an eventful and stressing week after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How's your week going so far? I would love to hear your mishaps. That's what I thrive on! Kidding. But I would love to hear about your week. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&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/167695065439781180-7063251526369758626?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7063251526369758626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=7063251526369758626' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7063251526369758626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7063251526369758626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-about-good-and-bad-days.html' title='Something about good and bad days.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-1608535681965223676</id><published>2010-10-03T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T07:22:43.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Something someone does when there's nothing to do.</title><content type='html'>Ending things is probably not bad at all. I just hope we made the right decision. I don't wanna regret this. Days have passed and even if I might appear really happy and not affected at all, I am, but not as bad as before. For me, I'm gonna move on with my life, there would be changes, I had to make them. I'm sorry I had to sort of eliminate you instead of going back to the way things are before but without commitment and intimacy. I can't go on with that. But this is only temporary.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time would heal things. Maybe in time we could try again, when we have matured and finally ready - and better at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://newyorkcableinternet.com/images/coax-cable-for-internet.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 220px;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a deal from my cable company, 15MBPS speed for 15 days, all for FREE, how cool is that? But this deal would end on Tuesday and I'm abusing it in the best way I can - downloading a buttload of TV shows. Shows I've downloaded are How I Met Your Mother, Mad Men, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Arrested Development, Friends, and The Sopranos. I have also been downloading the latest episodes of 30 Rock, The Office and Glee - shows I religiously follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gregpike.ca/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/How-I-Met-Your-Mother-Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 247px;" src="http://gregpike.ca/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/How-I-Met-Your-Mother-Cast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, I've been addicted to How I Met Your Mother. It has great writing, I wonder why the script is always snubbed on the Best Writing in the Emmy? I truly believe 30 Rock is becoming overrated, although I love Tina Fey's writing. All the characters in HIMYM are so likable, especially the most awesome Neil Patrick Harris. My lifestyle is not like his, if you're quick to accuse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Glee is becoming like an advertisement for artists. Enough of the stereotyping, the whole 'losers' and 'populars' thing. Yeah, it's happening, it's reality (that is SO 10 years ago) but not as bad like what is shown on Glee. It's like they want to start some sort of culture like that again. And the constant matchmaking of the cast with each other? Promiscuity. Replace the character playing Schuester. Gah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only really watch it for the renditions and performances. Dianna Agron and Jane Lynch. Especially Jane Lynch - her character is so much like reality, what's actually going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;/end rant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talk about TV shows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS., Also, Filipinos, do try SKY BROADBAND's totally amazing deal. 15MBPS free for 15 days, no hidden charge or anything. Call them up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/167695065439781180-1608535681965223676?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1608535681965223676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=1608535681965223676' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/1608535681965223676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/1608535681965223676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-someone-does-when-theres.html' title='Something someone does when there&apos;s nothing to do.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-4654151784868753141</id><published>2010-10-01T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:37:04.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Something about starting a new chapter.</title><content type='html'>This is another chapter in my life. Of course you want to know why. A person does not begin or close a new chapter unless something remarkable happened. Well something did, something personal. This personal thing ended with a lot of questions and answers that I'm not really in a rush to know what, when and how, or the reason behind the answer. I'm just gonna get on with my life, starting new chapters and looking brightly ahead. To the future. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I have not written anything for a long, long time. Never thought I'd say this but I've been busy with school stuff. Like seriously busy, seriously swamped and seriously caught up with my studies. It's stressing but I'm enjoying it. Maybe this is the start of actually taking school seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm actually thinking of going to med school. Never in my life have I thought of being a Doctor. But I have this dream of contributing something awesome to the world, I just don't know how. But now, maybe I do know. To help people has always been my passion and my secret pleasure. I'm not kidding. Maybe people I know would laugh and I don't blame them, it's kind of funny to imagine me going to med school and probably be a Doctor someday. Good thing I have this blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enroll for an NMAT (National Medical Admission Test) review class and get an 80% above. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apply to med schools and fulfill requirements.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy 4 years of Med School. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I'm a General Practitioner, take a specialty. Something that involves constant action and excitement. Microbiology, Immunology, Epidemiology, Physiology or Pathology. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a certified Doctor with a good specialty and be legen-wait for iiiit-dary!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was one time I sort of wanted to be a Clinical Psychologist. Then that want to be an Industrial Psychologist. Then now this. I hope this ain't just a phase cos it's the best 'want' of them all. The best part is I want to make this phase happen cos it yields so much and is so me. Check! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm probably watching too much House MD and How I Met Your Mother. How are you guys, what's your take? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love, &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/167695065439781180-4654151784868753141?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4654151784868753141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=4654151784868753141' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4654151784868753141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4654151784868753141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-new.html' title='Something about starting a new chapter.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-755872586099325059</id><published>2010-05-02T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:25:49.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Smash and Elections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sunday, 6.47PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My friend and I went outside to play Badminton. We roamed around town for a quiet street to get our game on. After an hour of playing, we went to the Plaza to watch a basketball game and eat Pizza. Then we went home. Now I'm awfully tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I like it when I'm tired especially when I did something that is essential to my development and growth as a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now I'm craving for something new to do. Hit up the gym for exercise, play Badminton regularly, try new things like Kart Racing and other stuff. I'm the type of person who can't just sit around and do nothing. I gotta move my ass else I would just be bombarded with my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And there are some things I don't wanna think about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Monday, 10.52AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This segment is written in Tagalog. Regarding the Philippine Elections. Questioning the integrity of the Filipinos. Excuse my language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pilipinas, papakabobo at papadala ba tayo sa mga kasinungalingan at mga pangakong hindi naman matutupad ng mga kumakandidato sa pagka-Pangulo? Ganito nalang ba ang kahihinatnan ng bansang ipinaglaban ang kanyang kalayaan at mga karapatan? Bakit ba tayo ganito, bakit ba hindi tayo mag-isip? Bakit ba ilang taon na tayong nagpapa-alipin at nagpapaka-bobo? Ganito nalang ba tayo palagi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ang problema sa mga Pilipino ngayon ay kung anong makikita nila palagi sa telebisyon at mga pahayagan, yun ang kanilang iboboto. Puta, nakakahiya naman tayo kung dun lang nating pagbabasehan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nalilimutan na yata natin ang rason kung bakit tayo may mga utak. Hindi ba tayo nagsasawang matawag na bobo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ang laban na ito ay hindi dapat sa pagitan ni Manny Villar at Noynoy Aquino. Ang laban na ito ay dapat Gibo Teodoro at Dick Gordon. Kung Gordon ka o Gibo pero iboboto na lamang si Villar o si Noynoy dahil silang dalawa lang naman ang maglalaban, nahihiya ako para sa iyo. Panindigan mo ang boto mo. Putangina, parang awa mo na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Much Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HalfCrazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/167695065439781180-755872586099325059?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/755872586099325059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=755872586099325059' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/755872586099325059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/755872586099325059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/05/smash-and-elections.html' title='Smash and Elections.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-61215447389632234</id><published>2010-04-29T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:26:44.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Complications, Rain, and Asperger's Syndrome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alive.com/site_5/265_78_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.alive.com/site_5/265_78_01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn, hours of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had a Dysmenorrhea attack. I have these attacks every other month and damn, they're hell to deal with! I had to roll on the bed and the floor until I got tired and fell asleep. Maybe I need more exercise, longer sleep hours and eat lots of fruits and vegetables in order to avoid this. Oh and to avoid stress too which is a bit impossible! Nowadays, I can't even play Badminton (which is my exercise) and have longer sleep hours cos of school! I had to take Advil (the advance medicine for pain, works better than 2 Paracetamols!) and a back massage, now it's all good. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry you had to know about this but I know a lot of you women out there can relate LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It has been a month since the rain. It has rained two days straight here in the Philippines! Our crops in the provinces needed them. I love it when it rains; I don't feel sad like the others - I feel very productive and in a top mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People say the rain makes them sad because when they were young, they were told that the angels are crying whenever it rains. It's the 21st century but it's kind of cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People say they just get sad for a reason because it's gloomy and dark outside. It's called SAD, Seasonal Affective Disorder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What do you feel when it rains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9uWb2tvcyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XhXgPxIaLfc/s1600/IMG_5189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9uWb2tvcyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XhXgPxIaLfc/s400/IMG_5189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466127978032231202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very must read. You won't get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished reading The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time by Mark Haddon. It's a very good book and I really recommend it to anyone who is into, or can relate, to the Autism Spectrum. In the book, the kid has Asperger's Syndrome. Here are his characteristics: (Read this, they're very interesting!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He doesn't like it when the food are touching each other on the plate. For example, broccoli needs to be on another plate, the beans should be on another plate. In the event that they touch each other, he's not gonna eat it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He knows all the countries of the world and its capitals. He's very good at maths and physics. He knows all the prime numbers up to 7,057. For these reasons (and these are only some of them), they are usually called 'Little Professors'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He doesn't like to be touched. Even by his parents. When his parents wants to touch him, they spread out their fingers in a fan and the kid does the same. In the event he gets embraced, he feels very uncomfortable and then screams and groans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And well, there are many more. I suggest reading the book. Ten pages into it and you can't stop reading. It is told through first person which makes it seem more interesting. Funny at times and very touching, this is a must read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't wait to read the author's next book, A Spot Of Bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very good book for those who are interested in Psychology. I'm a BS Psychology student, so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Much Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HalfCrazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-61215447389632234?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/61215447389632234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=61215447389632234' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/61215447389632234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/61215447389632234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/complications-rain-and-aspergers.html' title='Complications, Rain, and Asperger&apos;s Syndrome.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9uWb2tvcyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XhXgPxIaLfc/s72-c/IMG_5189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-8909835153120130462</id><published>2010-04-27T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:27:20.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Updates and Philippine Elections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can already feel that this is one hell of a week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Monday, I went to take pictures of myself with the company buildings, which is in full detail on the next paragraph. After about hours under the searing heat of the sun, I went back to school to attend my Biology Laboratory class. I tinkered with the microscopes and focused the slides underneath. Here they are under the lens of the microscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9gsmPxbZ4I/AAAAAAAAAlc/8dkK5FE57-k/s1600/mammal+jejenum.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9gsmPxbZ4I/AAAAAAAAAlc/8dkK5FE57-k/s400/mammal+jejenum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465167183394596738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9gslpZtFnI/AAAAAAAAAlU/N98BwCD2X_Q/s1600/mammal+fundic+stomach+sect..jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9gslpZtFnI/AAAAAAAAAlU/N98BwCD2X_Q/s400/mammal+fundic+stomach+sect..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465167173094545010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9gslfUd4_I/AAAAAAAAAlM/a-JOKhI1C7Y/s1600/frog+columnar+epith.+sect..jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9gslfUd4_I/AAAAAAAAAlM/a-JOKhI1C7Y/s400/frog+columnar+epith.+sect..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465167170388222962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9gsk46CKWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/5pkuQO5xyhI/s1600/BIO23L+-+striated+muscle+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9gsk46CKWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/5pkuQO5xyhI/s400/BIO23L+-+striated+muscle+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465167160076806498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Clockwise from top left: Mammal Jejenum, Mammal Fundic Stomach Section, Striated Muscle, and Frog Columnar Epithelial Section. I don't know what their functions are, they just look interesting and I wanna share them with you. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tuesday, I was asked to present the company profiles of a private multinational company (I chose Accenture) and a government financial institution (Bureau of Treasury) which I successfully did. I'm starting to really love presenting more and more.  After the presentation, I already desired to give another go again. I also took a photo of the Manila Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9gzsL7kpbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NFQi8isd7xA/s1600/Manila+Cathedral.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9gzsL7kpbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NFQi8isd7xA/s400/Manila+Cathedral.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465174982024013234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Manila Cathedral at Intramuros, Manila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love being busy. I love what I'm studying. Do you, right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This segment is about the Philippine Elections on May 2010. **IT'S OKAY TO NOT READ THIS PART IF YOU CAN'T RELATE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am not a registered voter and I'm starting to really regret it. They said they ran out of registration papers, even in Comelec. That's the stupidest thing ever, don't you agree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If I was registered, I would choose Dick Gordon as my President and Binay as Vice President. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why not Noynoy? Cos I think he's not very charismatic, I don't see him leading the country effectively. I don't see him as President. He doesn't have a strong personality. What's good about him is that we are confident he won't do corruption and he's a very kind man. But people, don't vote because of the 'People Power' mania. You gotta consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why not Manny Villar? He is very charismatic and has a strong personality, he's fit for a President. But then there's the C5 issue and the sudden emergence of his money. I think he's got some sort of a hidden agenda, don't you think? But I am very curious to know if he can really end poverty. I think he's got the capacity to do so. He's got the most effective campaign for presidency too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2010presidentiables.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dick-gordon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 242px;" src="http://2010presidentiables.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dick-gordon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dick Gordon for President! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why Gordon and Binay? They have already done what others are still promising. They don't even have big issues too. Both are very fit for running the country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vote wisely, Pilipinas. Wag yung pabasta-basta lang. Para sa kapakanan ng bansa natin ito. Wag nating ibase sa popularidad kundi sa kakayanan. Wag tayong magsawang umasa na babangon ang Pilipinas. Kung mahal mo ang Pilipinas, makialam na at magsalita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ikaw, sino ang iboboto mo at bakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Much Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HalfCrazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/167695065439781180-8909835153120130462?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8909835153120130462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=8909835153120130462' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8909835153120130462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8909835153120130462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates-and-philippine-elections.html' title='Updates and Philippine Elections.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9gsmPxbZ4I/AAAAAAAAAlc/8dkK5FE57-k/s72-c/mammal+jejenum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-8619014601964804000</id><published>2010-04-24T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:28:38.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A week ago, I had a delightful date with Boyfriend. We were playing a Trivia game. We give out interesting facts from our heads - we both read a lot. He starts by saying or asking me a trivia question; some I get to answer, some, when knowing the answers, got me so fascinated I can't believe they were true. Well of course I surprised him too with things I know as I don't normally 'brag' or tell people out of the blue what I know cos I always practice humility? LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So in this post, I'm gonna share some really interesting facts to you as I have been reading a lot lately inspired by our Trivia Game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Whales 'turn off' half of their brain when sleeping. The other side of the brain is always 'turned on' for protection. It's like a sensor for bad stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We should have special powers like that too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://absentofi.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/early_humans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 192px;" src="http://absentofi.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/early_humans.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Early humans met and knew only about 25 people in their lifetime! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nowadays, there's always new people around, like an infinite supply! Everyday, the numbers just keep growing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Old animal droppings can be a source of energy. They give off a gas that burns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow, anybody in here knows how long? So we would keep them droppings in a shed or something, they're useful after all. Eek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. You use more muscles when frowning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So always put a smile on your face, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thundafunda.com/33/animals-pictures-nature/emperor-penguins-antarctica-pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 267px;" src="http://thundafunda.com/33/animals-pictures-nature/emperor-penguins-antarctica-pictures.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Antarctica is actually a desert. It has no rain all year round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So can you share some of your interesting facts? Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Much Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HalfCrazy&lt;/span&gt;&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/167695065439781180-8619014601964804000?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8619014601964804000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=8619014601964804000' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8619014601964804000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8619014601964804000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-4091963981994030371</id><published>2010-04-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:30:13.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>In someone else's shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;My classes started a few days ago and I think it would be a good term for me to really focus on my studies. This term, I promise to be more outspoken and to report and present better in class. I remember when I was in High School I wouldn't even participate in Class Recitations and I would not go to class if I was to present something but now, I guess I'm different and better - I'm actually loving it. Maybe I learned to overcome fears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;I always like imagining myself in someone's shoes, delving especially with what they're thinking. I can imagine myself as a vagrant psychotic (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pinoys: Mga Taong Grasa at Baliw na matatagpuan sa Kalye), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;sometimes beggars, train operators, professors, kids, computers, and even animals. I call myself half crazy for a purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yesterday, I was at the Bookstore and was looking for a good book to buy but there's this couple who were totally blocking a book shelf for Fiction. It seems like they were flirting with each other. I roamed around a bit then I went back cos I wanna check the book shelf behind them. The girl was eye-ing me now. So I pretended to check the opposite book shelf. This probably went on in the girl's mind or they noticed and talked about me already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"This girl is probably eavesdropping on our conversation. What a bitch. She should just go to other aisles and check out the books there instead of lingering in here." the girl thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"As I was saying, I'm feeling a little lonely tonight, wanna come over and have some dinner?" The boy actually said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then the girl snapped back to reality and answered the guy's invitation. I'm not really interested with what they're saying, just the books behind them. True story. Besides, the Bookstore is not a place for flirting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://obscurelybeautiful.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/curiousincident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 357px;" src="http://obscurelybeautiful.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/curiousincident.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;I got The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time by Mark Haddon, if you're interested. Great book, by the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was in my Cognitive Psychology class. The Professor was talking about how he dislikes books when he was young but a friend got him hooked to reading. So he started telling us about the book's plot that got him hooked. A classmate yawned and crossed his arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Blah, blah, blah. I thought he doesn't like books but it's not a good ending after all cos he learned to love them. I can't seem to wrap my mind around the concept of books. Ah well, I'm graduating 3 months from now, I made it without reading 10 pages straight. I can make it to the corporate world without that." the boy thought and confirmed a minute after the Professor finished sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.sheknows.com/articles/toddlers-reading-books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 229px;" src="http://cdn.sheknows.com/articles/toddlers-reading-books.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teach them to read while they're still young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what's wrong with people my age today. Learn to read books. Did you know that a person who reads 15 minutes a day is smarter than a student who goes to a school for a year? And if you combine a person who goes to school and reads 15 minutes or more a day, you got yourself an ideal member of the population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.photographersdirect.com/img/15021/wm/pd723597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 195px;" src="http://img1.photographersdirect.com/img/15021/wm/pd723597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was at the Jeep (Filipino mode of transportation, left from World War II American Tanks and other machinery) yesterday. Red light. A couple of kids went up the jeep, handed envelopes around, asking for money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"These kids are annoying and dirty. Their skin touched with mine. I'm gonna have to take a full bath later." a passenger thought. Which I think what probably went on her mind as she took out her handkerchief and wiped the skin the kid's skin touched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Where are their parents?" another one thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Am I gonna give them a few coins or what? Are they gonna use it to buy food or just some rugby or solvent that they sniff cos they got addicted in it?" this was one of the passengers was thinking cos she was counting her coins and appeared to be thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;"HEY YOU, KIDS! OUT!" The driver bellowed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I'm in the mood and I got an extra change, I give a few coins. When I'm in a sour mood, I ignore them instead cos well, they're annoying and it happens everyday. My conscience wrestles with me and says, "They don't have anything you got. Spare them a few coins. What's important is you helped them, it's up to them what they would do with it. At least you did your part." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Please, whoever is in charge in Paco, get rid of these kids in the streets to avoid accidents and irritation. Put them in Welfare or give them Housing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;So what about you, have you encountered any weird situations on a Library or a Bookstore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you read books, why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you seen street children before in your area? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pictures are not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;HalfCrazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/167695065439781180-4091963981994030371?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4091963981994030371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=4091963981994030371' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4091963981994030371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4091963981994030371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-someone-elses-shoes.html' title='In someone else&apos;s shoes.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-8825347283293595895</id><published>2010-04-23T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:30:48.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Tagaytay Chronicles 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like I said in my previous post, this is the last installment of the Tagaytay Chronicles. Maybe the next time you happen to stop by the Philippines, Tagaytay would be at the top of your 'places to visit', eh? Cos I've been posting about it for a week now! This is what I like blogging, I can promote my country's Tourism! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When Tagaytay is mentioned, Picnic Grove comes next into mind. The Picnic Grove is a very popular place for all ages. They have horseback riding (I think their horses don't really run! A little bit of walking only!), a fine view of Taal Lake and Volcano, Cable Car, Cottages, and Zip line. Unfortunately, it seems like they are not taking good care of the place. The grass used to be green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9GkCCtyz3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/uHejuda6Vog/s1600/DSC03038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9GkCCtyz3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/uHejuda6Vog/s400/DSC03038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463328177972760434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9GjVMU71VI/AAAAAAAAAi0/W2mPjexyyfw/s1600/DSC03035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9GjVMU71VI/AAAAAAAAAi0/W2mPjexyyfw/s400/DSC03035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463327407458735442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We walked around for a bit and decided to try Zip lining. This isn't the first time I've tried it, I love being on air! Too bad, we don't have a picture of it as the camera needs to be put away before crossing the line. It was fun cos I get to cross the line in a moderate speed and see the fog below, I was up in the air for about hundreds of feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try it again but the people operating the Zip Line activity are over pricing. So before you go Zip lining, ask around first and haggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we decided to go back to One Destination (a spot which boasts a number of Restaurants boasting a view of the Taal) again. We went to Mile Hi, they sport a vintage aura and American Food. Food was mediocre. The whole time we were there, Motown is usually played, along with a couple of older and popular songs. I love it! Pictures are a bit blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gm9ey-C8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/QPYQYqRCJyg/s1600/DSC03077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gm9ey-C8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/QPYQYqRCJyg/s400/DSC03077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463331398146198466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gm99hfYUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/RHcTAW-TxDk/s1600/DSC03080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gm99hfYUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/RHcTAW-TxDk/s400/DSC03080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463331406394384706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gm863BndI/AAAAAAAAAjE/uFnijMedejI/s1600/DSC03076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gm863BndI/AAAAAAAAAjE/uFnijMedejI/s400/DSC03076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463331388499533266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marilyn Monroe is like the prominent Hollywood Star figure in here. There's also James Dean, Charlie Chaplin, and Humphrey Bogart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We then went to sleep after eating. The next morning, our last day at Tagaytay, we went to the popular Bag of Beans for Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gn9p-uKzI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_Szd7aIld2Y/s1600/DSC03086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gn9p-uKzI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_Szd7aIld2Y/s400/DSC03086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463332500659907378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Upon entering Bag of Beans, you descent here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9GojA1InUI/AAAAAAAAAjk/eHy4aoxgylg/s1600/DSC03089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9GojA1InUI/AAAAAAAAAjk/eHy4aoxgylg/s400/DSC03089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463333142448872770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They have birds in cages and a parrot greeting everyone "Ugly!" I thought it was not very funny so I poked his cage hard a few times so he learns his lesson. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gojok4gZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/MBHu-4Q0yEk/s1600/DSC03090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gojok4gZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/MBHu-4Q0yEk/s400/DSC03090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463333153118126482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is where we had Breakfast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9GokcNkCGI/AAAAAAAAAj8/EoQ3BN9v9SE/s1600/04132010473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9GokcNkCGI/AAAAAAAAAj8/EoQ3BN9v9SE/s400/04132010473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463333166978959458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gojz6lMkI/AAAAAAAAAj0/8aH3WT8F1Z4/s1600/04132010472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9Gojz6lMkI/AAAAAAAAAj0/8aH3WT8F1Z4/s400/04132010472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463333156161925698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I ordered this. I love the sausages and the Cheese Omelet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;End of story. Hope you guys enjoyed. Me, I'm tired, I think I'm going to bed in a bit, classes just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;HalfCrazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-8825347283293595895?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8825347283293595895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=8825347283293595895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8825347283293595895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8825347283293595895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/tagaytay-chronicles-4.html' title='Tagaytay Chronicles 4'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S9GkCCtyz3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/uHejuda6Vog/s72-c/DSC03038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-1355396940619629690</id><published>2010-04-21T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:31:10.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Tagaytay Chronicles 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;On my previous post, I sort of complained about Tagaytay's non-existent nightlife. Now, it's the second day of our Tagaytay Trip (As some of you might know, we stayed in tagaytay for 3 days and 2 nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The next day, we went to Giligan's Island Restaurant and Bar in Summit Ridge for Lunch. Or maybe for err, pigging out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87wqtRN0BI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jsCxYw0eCIc/s1600/DSC03022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87wqtRN0BI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jsCxYw0eCIc/s400/DSC03022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462568014543966226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Chicken skin tastes amazing and the insides.. well, they taste like all the other chickens, haha! But I still recommend this dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87wqA_KX9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ZGijhuJI9wI/s1600/DSC03020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87wqA_KX9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ZGijhuJI9wI/s400/DSC03020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462568002657083346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yum! Roast Beef with Mushrooms and Mashed Potatoes! The sauce tastes really great and I can't say no to anything potatoes. It doesn't taste too special but it's not bad either. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87wrT5XLdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Lb_bDoS9HlA/s1600/DSC03023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87wrT5XLdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Lb_bDoS9HlA/s400/DSC03023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462568024912899538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food for only two people. We only managed to eat half of the chicken and Roast Beef, and left a quarter of rice. What a waste ordering a lot and not finishing it! Everything is worth it for the price (Like P600-P700)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that, we went to shop for souvenirs. We visited La Trobada in Emilio Aguinaldo Highway. Not only is La Trobada a souvenir shop but it's a Restaurant too and has their own specialty of Paella. Its ambiance is very homey, antique, and boasts a fine view of the Taal Lake and Volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87zvyTAHmI/AAAAAAAAAis/PLn5oBtFVKk/s1600/DSC03030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87zvyTAHmI/AAAAAAAAAis/PLn5oBtFVKk/s400/DSC03030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462571400327863906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view from La Trobada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87zvcHVv3I/AAAAAAAAAik/Cw2mp-TyP28/s1600/DSC03032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87zvcHVv3I/AAAAAAAAAik/Cw2mp-TyP28/s400/DSC03032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462571394373369714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87zuzPIhYI/AAAAAAAAAic/tpk2NaSiiyU/s1600/DSC03031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87zuzPIhYI/AAAAAAAAAic/tpk2NaSiiyU/s400/DSC03031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462571383400203650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad we ate already else we would have tried it here! Nice place, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A word of advice though, don't shop for souvenirs in La Trobada as they are a little bit more costly. Try the stalls at Picnic Grove or in Olivarez Plaza. You get the same quality but for a lower price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next is Picnic Grove and more food! The next post would be the final installment of the Tagaytay Chronicles then it's back to the boring updates on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;HalfCrazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-1355396940619629690?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1355396940619629690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=1355396940619629690' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/1355396940619629690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/1355396940619629690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/tagaytay-chronicles-3.html' title='Tagaytay Chronicles 3'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S87wqtRN0BI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jsCxYw0eCIc/s72-c/DSC03022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-208780821922180450</id><published>2010-04-18T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:32:16.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><title type='text'>Tagaytay Chronicles 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you look at my previous post, I told you guys a bit about how to get to Tagaytay, about the place that we stayed in, and showed you guys the breathtaking view of the Taal Volcano. When you get a chance to visit the Philippines, make sure to stop by Tagaytay, Cavite. Not much pollution, unlike here in Manila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So getting on with the program, after "Ooh-ing!" and "Ahh-ing!" over the marvelous landscape, we heard our stomach growling so we decided to look for a place to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8ryB3-3-FI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0JXMzRlRgZY/s1600/DSC02988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8ryB3-3-FI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0JXMzRlRgZY/s400/DSC02988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461443612161603666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We chose Carlo's Pizza as it offers a great view of the scenery and is much acclaimed by travelers. I'm glad we ate here cos their menu is affordable and their food very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8rzl4U_qhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/JsW65UkFWO0/s1600/DSC02972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8rzl4U_qhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/JsW65UkFWO0/s400/DSC02972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461445330241301010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milano Pizza, perfect for 2 people. We only managed to eat 5. The remaining slices we asked to take out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8rzlJEWTNI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sK1ROt59vnI/s1600/DSC02971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8rzlJEWTNI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sK1ROt59vnI/s400/DSC02971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461445317555014866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfriend ordered this. I was like, "We already ordered Milano Pizza, why do you want a dish that still has Pizza in it?" He replied he just wanted lots of Pizzas. In the end we didn't finish the 9" pizza we ordered anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8rzkubdu2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/7GjVIjt4-YM/s1600/DSC02970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8rzkubdu2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/7GjVIjt4-YM/s400/DSC02970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461445310404213602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered Spaghetti with Chicken Fingers and Garlic Bread. Everything tasted amazing, I'm really craving for it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After eating, we're all set to try out Tagaytay's nightlife. We talked about going to View Site (a place with a live band and Videoke and also offers a nice view of Taal) or some bar and get a little bit tipsy. It was only about 5PM so we decided to roam a little more around. It's nice to walk around Tagaytay as pollution is pretty much non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8r_WZjV76I/AAAAAAAAAhs/JwqY0fwpFag/s1600/DSC02996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8r_WZjV76I/AAAAAAAAAhs/JwqY0fwpFag/s400/DSC02996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461458258421477282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8r_V35HfSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/J1LWnp-4678/s1600/DSC02994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8r_V35HfSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/J1LWnp-4678/s400/DSC02994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461458249385999650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful houses are abundant in Tagaytay, especially those in the Emilio Aguinaldo Highway. The owners are probably from Metro Manila as the place looks so empty! Of course we can't get in so I took a couple of shots from outside LOL. Sorry for those obstacles, can't be helped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8r_WkG7fOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mQxpoYT1zMA/s1600/DSC03001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8r_WkG7fOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mQxpoYT1zMA/s400/DSC03001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461458261255093474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So while walking some more, we ended up on Summit Ridge. There's a nice hotel beside it and a couple of Restaurants inside. We decided to hang around for a bit and buy some souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8r_XH7qZ6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/27L2yOoZcbA/s1600/DSC02997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8r_XH7qZ6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/27L2yOoZcbA/s400/DSC02997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461458270871512994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way home, we saw this beautiful Sunset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We went back to the Apartelle, watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1190536/"&gt;Black Dynamite&lt;/a&gt; which was damn funny and waited for the clock to strike 10PM. By 10PM, we got out, looked for View Site but it was closed. We then went back to One Destination (place with lots of Restaurants) and Olivarez (like their 'capital'), to see if some bars are open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to our dismay, Tagaytay's nightlife, if you can call it that, is only until 11PM. Where are all the party people in Tagaytay! That's probably the only thing missing from this place. But somehow, it's kind of good. They're aiming for Tourism more, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, there are very few Jeepneys that can take you from one place to another when the clock hits 10PM. It's like there's a curfew and everyone should be home immediately! I feel very safe in Tagaytay, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just went home and saved the party spirit when we get back to Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;HalfCrazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-208780821922180450?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/208780821922180450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=208780821922180450' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/208780821922180450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/208780821922180450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/tagaytay-chronicles-2.html' title='Tagaytay Chronicles 2'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8ryB3-3-FI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0JXMzRlRgZY/s72-c/DSC02988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-3367791684790337297</id><published>2010-04-16T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:32:56.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><title type='text'>Tagaytay Chronicles 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sorry haven't blogged in a week! I was waiting for the pictures from my boyfriend's camera cos I forgot to bring mine when we went to Tagaytay! How could anyone forget something so valuable? Boo, I suck. Anyway, I took the pictures so that makes me less sucky I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Click to enlarge pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To get to Tagaytay, ride a bus from Baclaran that says Mendez/Olivarez. Costs P87, air conditioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So first off, we checked in to Full Rest Apartelle in Mendez Crossing. Pretty neat place. One night only costs P900, no aircon. Room with aircon costs like P1300. It's a really good spot cos it's near a bunch of Banks, Pawnshops, some places to grab a bite, and Convenience Stores. You just gotta ride a jeep to go from one place to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iTUNGAFmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/DHJdCpyqix4/s1600/DSC02953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iTUNGAFmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/DHJdCpyqix4/s400/DSC02953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460776523508225634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iTTswgphI/AAAAAAAAAf0/dp3Bqch-y9I/s1600/DSC02952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iTTswgphI/AAAAAAAAAf0/dp3Bqch-y9I/s400/DSC02952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460776514828150290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty nice balcony, don't you think? A great way to start the morning. I took a closeup of one of the plants hanging, came out nice, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So after getting some rest, we went to One Destination which boasts a very fine view of the Taal Lake and Volcano. In here, you get to find like 5-10 Restaurants, hence the name's place. Taal Volcano is one of the lowest and deadliest volcanoes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iVq5isARI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KeHFVH-sHlE/s1600/DSC02961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iVq5isARI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KeHFVH-sHlE/s400/DSC02961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460779112420081938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iZjDouEaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/zRMzcwMyIio/s1600/DSC02977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iZjDouEaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/zRMzcwMyIio/s400/DSC02977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460783375737295266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iVqe_OSJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rrcwVxv65J8/s1600/DSC02960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iVqe_OSJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rrcwVxv65J8/s400/DSC02960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460779105292011666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the mouth of the volcano with the lake surrounding it. A Boat Ride trip to the volcano costs P1300-1500 but we didn't try that, way beyond our budget. When you get there, ride a horse up or trek up to the mouth, expect hot water in the main crater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iVprFcdmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/R6uB0HRPZgc/s1600/DSC02959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iVprFcdmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/R6uB0HRPZgc/s400/DSC02959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460779091359463010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boats to get to Taal Volcano. Or maybe they're fishing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iZkPSoClI/AAAAAAAAAg0/9qu9CjgNXNs/s1600/DSC02986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iZkPSoClI/AAAAAAAAAg0/9qu9CjgNXNs/s400/DSC02986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460783396045720146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boo people, can't I get a good shot? In the background is the ledge to the great view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iZjtIF4sI/AAAAAAAAAgs/a5L1kM_tc14/s1600/DSC02984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iZjtIF4sI/AAAAAAAAAgs/a5L1kM_tc14/s400/DSC02984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460783386874733250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iYopWwkNI/AAAAAAAAAgc/HYY1AKvg6ik/s1600/DSC02969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iYopWwkNI/AAAAAAAAAgc/HYY1AKvg6ik/s400/DSC02969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460782372250226898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They sell Bonsai too but I don't know how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was hard not to love this amazing experience to view the Taal Lake and Volcano. This is my second time but it seems like it's the first. It's just so beautiful and breathtaking, I can't wait to go back. The air is cool too and the people are casually dressed, one wouldn't feel out of place. When you get to visit the Philippines, be sure to stop by Tagaytay Cavite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got hungry so we decided to look for a place to eat. Wait for it on my next post! Thanks for taking this little trip with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;HalfCrazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-3367791684790337297?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3367791684790337297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=3367791684790337297' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3367791684790337297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3367791684790337297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/tagaytay-chronicles-1.html' title='Tagaytay Chronicles 1'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S8iTUNGAFmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/DHJdCpyqix4/s72-c/DSC02953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-694577038507963722</id><published>2010-04-08T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:31:53.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagaytay'/><title type='text'>Too young to feel this old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I feel young and old at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Young because I get to do things like partying until dawn, going to places here and there, meeting loads of new people, and getting to try new things. While I'm still young, I gotta try everything within my reach, of course with knowledge of what's good and bad, and a good set of principles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Old because at my age, it seems like I haven't done anything at all, like I haven't achieved anything. Time goes by and I'm not getting any younger. I'm studying Psychology in College, I get pretty good marks and my Professors say I'm good at this and that, even offered me good opportunities to participate in this and that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But somehow, it's just not enough. I feel fine but I can't say I'm totally happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Or maybe it's just because of the hot weather and I got nothing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What about you, do you feel old or do you feel young? Maybe both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After much coaxing and a little bit of sulking, my Dad already allowed me to go to Tagaytay this Sunday! I'll be bringing back tales of adventures and lots of pictures, of course. See y'all in 3 days and 2 nights. In the meantime, keep my blog bustling with activity, ya hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S., I just got back from the trip. Photos in 30-40 hours! :) This post would have to suffice until then! Thanks for still commenting even though I'm away! Back to the daily grind in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;HalfCrazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/167695065439781180-694577038507963722?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/694577038507963722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=694577038507963722' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/694577038507963722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/694577038507963722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/forever-young-what.html' title='Too young to feel this old.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-2571215073284828181</id><published>2010-04-05T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:21:07.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bag of beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden oldies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samuel l. jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussycat dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagaytay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>"Out of sync but never out of style."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One beautiful early Tuesday morning, while I was eating Breakfast which consists of an amazingly done Egg Sandwich and a Milk Chocolate, my Mother went crazy, blasted the stereo to a high volume and started playing Pussycat Dolls out of nowhere. I love the Pussycat Dolls like mad crazy but playing a loud pure pop sound in the morning.. wakes the neighbors up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After about 5 minutes, realizing everyone is still asleep, she changed it to soulful golden oldies. Currently playing: How Do You Keep The Music Playing. Maaan I love these Golden Oldies, Pop Music would have to wait until the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As some of you might know, I'm going to Tagaytay this Sunday. Tagaytay is a popular tourist spot in the Philippines, often visited by people due to its cool climate. It's maddeningly hot here in Manila, I wanna pack my bags and just get out of here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is, my Dad is having second thoughts about me going. It's such a bummer, I've waited 2 weeks for this trip and I asked permission like many moons ago. He already gave me money and then he goes, "I don't want you to go, your safety is at stake." Sure, I understand him being worried about me but I'm so looking forward to the trip, it's not like I'm going to another country. Tagaytay is only almost 2 hours away from Manila. It's just so stupid that he suddenly changes his mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't take no for an answer. The trip is still 4 days away, a lot could happen. Nothing's gonna stop me now! Yeah, I'm stubborn! I'm goin for the gold, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this place I wanna visit in Tagaytay, Bag Of Beans. I mean, just look at their food I got from their website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7xya_jA9XI/AAAAAAAAAfM/aS_2pGeyFbM/s1600/bag+of+beans+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7xya_jA9XI/AAAAAAAAAfM/aS_2pGeyFbM/s400/bag+of+beans+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457362656526660978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7xybICQS-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/FW2F6L8SRxM/s1600/bag+of+beans+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7xybICQS-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/FW2F6L8SRxM/s400/bag+of+beans+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457362658805173218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7xyaqr2KcI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TKM4rRMHs18/s1600/bag+of+beans+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7xyaqr2KcI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TKM4rRMHs18/s400/bag+of+beans+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457362650926557634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7xyaQjy3uI/AAAAAAAAAe8/xNnmCTlZw40/s1600/bag+of+beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7xyaQjy3uI/AAAAAAAAAe8/xNnmCTlZw40/s400/bag+of+beans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457362643913465570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do you wanna miss out on these foods for the rest of your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on posting loads of pictures from that Tagaytay trip! The food, the price, how to get there, everything! But then there's this old man that doesn't want me to have fun. I'm a big fan of trying something new while he just wants to play safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yourmoviestuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/soul-men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.yourmoviestuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/soul-men.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Movie news, I watched Soul Men yesterday. Pretty great movie. Samuel L. Jackson's acting is never to be missed out on. Remember when he played Jules in Pulp Fiction? He's just amazing, the way he embodies his role, making everything so memorable. May Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes (who are both in this movie) rest in peace. P.S., if you love Soul, I suggest watching this movie. They got good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half.Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-2571215073284828181?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2571215073284828181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=2571215073284828181' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/2571215073284828181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/2571215073284828181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-of-sync-but-never-out-of-style.html' title='&quot;Out of sync but never out of style.&quot;'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7xya_jA9XI/AAAAAAAAAfM/aS_2pGeyFbM/s72-c/bag+of+beans+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-7864316614471166292</id><published>2010-04-04T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:09:11.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sta. ana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagaytay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Vices and Books.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just got back from my cousin's place! Spent the night just drinking and hanging out with friends and in the morning, with boyfriend. Yay! Everyone in my neighborhood is celebrating Easter. Our store is gaining so much money selling alcohol, cigarettes, soft drinks, and other beverages. Anything that's bad for the health, we got that, except for drugs, of course. Haha! So place an order for alcohol and cigarettes if you're ever around Sta.Ana, Manila! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Earlier today, while no one was buying goods from our store, I got busy transferring my books from one bookshelf to another. As I was sorting them out, I realized I've read a number of books on American Civil War, Fame and Fortune, Contemporary Stuff, and a whole lot more -  I imagine the collection filling up two rooms 10 years from now. I want to have a big Library of Fiction and History books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7ijDEJdbrI/AAAAAAAAAec/n8KVoeJ-jdg/s1600/IMG_4702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7ijDEJdbrI/AAAAAAAAAec/n8KVoeJ-jdg/s400/IMG_4702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456290221607710386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here are some of my books, while I put them in another bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7ikWc1VECI/AAAAAAAAAe0/iTClpvo6dds/s1600/IMG_4710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7ikWc1VECI/AAAAAAAAAe0/iTClpvo6dds/s400/IMG_4710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456291654163304482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm glad I have read The Godfather, it's just one of the most influential books of all time! Looking for Godfather II but I can't find stock of it on bookstores..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7ikWNJ8cRI/AAAAAAAAAes/szNWTBTvRm0/s1600/IMG_4709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7ikWNJ8cRI/AAAAAAAAAes/szNWTBTvRm0/s400/IMG_4709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456291649954803986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yay, see that thick book on the leftmost side? That's my favorite book of all time, Gone With The Wind. I cried a couple of times while reading this, it's THAT great. I don't mind reading it again and again and I recommend it to everyone who loves reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7ikVrLuHKI/AAAAAAAAAek/I4l11LGTKb8/s1600/IMG_4708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7ikVrLuHKI/AAAAAAAAAek/I4l11LGTKb8/s400/IMG_4708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456291640835447970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Winner Stands Alone by Paulo Coelho is the most recent book I've finished. It's about fame and fortune, the reason why I bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gotta get some rest! I'm wishing for days to go really fast cos I can't wait for my Tagaytay Trip on Sunday! Any quick stories, comments and suggestions about your trip in Tagaytay? Do comment! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-7864316614471166292?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7864316614471166292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=7864316614471166292' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7864316614471166292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7864316614471166292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/vices-and-books.html' title='Vices and Books.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7ijDEJdbrI/AAAAAAAAAec/n8KVoeJ-jdg/s72-c/IMG_4702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-263244924936460749</id><published>2010-04-02T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:13:50.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking academy 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food from Cooking Academy 2 and its real life counterpart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How are all my beautiful people? It's Holy Week but it's not gonna prevent people from doing vices and eating meat. As years go by, this tradition seems to be gradually forgotten by Christians, and I'm guilty of that. I don't even go to Church anymore, pray or read the Bible. I make sure that I do what I think is for the best, that's more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's summer here in the Philippines, I have a few more days to go before school starts. Of course, I've been bored and I got nothing to do and I got no money, that's the worst part of it! I've been spending my time just hanging out with friends and playing a lot of games. Recently, I've been addicted to Cooking Academy 2! I play it a lot especially at night so that before I go to bed, I'm gonna be daydreaming about Food and I know what to eat the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just had this weird idea to show to you the 2D version of the food from Cooking Academy 2 and its real life counterpart to get us all hungry. I'll be posting the Italian Menu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The real life counterparts are not my property, therefore, they're someone else's.I worked hard to find the perfect match, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tiramisu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I thought Tiramisu was originally from Japan because its name sounds 'Japan' to me. Haha! Tiramisu, when translated, means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"pick me up" or "carry me up".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tiramisu is one of my favorites, it appeals to most people. We're talking about loads of chocolate in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7XWAh9r9hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/GXmVyDUOqo8/s1600/Tiramisu+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7XWAh9r9hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/GXmVyDUOqo8/s400/Tiramisu+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455501828234671634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://culinariaitalia.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/dolce-tiramisu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 174px;" src="http://culinariaitalia.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/dolce-tiramisu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eggplant Parmesan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You might think I'm kind of weird - I don't eat Eggplants. But Eggplant with oozing Parmesan, a cheese favorite, that's a different matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7XVS6NgYTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vQVG4zGRqZQ/s1600/Eggplant+Parmesan+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7XVS6NgYTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vQVG4zGRqZQ/s400/Eggplant+Parmesan+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455501044469489970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/ay/05/eggplant-parmesan-ay-1875080-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 177px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/ay/05/eggplant-parmesan-ay-1875080-l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tortellini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This dish is probably the least appealing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7XEEqXzdnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/z-42cPPpSmo/s1600/Torellini+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7XEEqXzdnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/z-42cPPpSmo/s400/Torellini+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455482108001875570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d5/Tortellini.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 148px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d5/Tortellini.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Calzone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Of course the real life counterpart is much better. It looks stuffed! I can probably only eat half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7XCqBMgJpI/AAAAAAAAAd8/a4QsMbpsz6Y/s1600/Calzone+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7XCqBMgJpI/AAAAAAAAAd8/a4QsMbpsz6Y/s400/Calzone+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455480550760392338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ginositalianrestaurant.net/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/Calzone.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://www.ginositalianrestaurant.net/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/Calzone.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Risotto Ai Fiori&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Looks interesting, wonder what this tastes like, I'm curious to know. It's rice mixed with a lot of stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't you Filos out there think it sort of looks like Kaning Baboy? Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7W-iStJEUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DcgT4PpKQ10/s1600/Risotto+Ai+Fiori+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7W-iStJEUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DcgT4PpKQ10/s400/Risotto+Ai+Fiori+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455476019975229762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dolcienonsolo.myblog.it/media/02/02/593764690.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 180px;" src="http://dolcienonsolo.myblog.it/media/02/02/593764690.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cannelloni&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! Never tried this before. But anything with red sauce and cheese, I'm sure to like. The real life counterpart looks so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7W9h-I2CpI/AAAAAAAAAds/CqE5YHpEfxQ/s1600/Cannelloni+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7W9h-I2CpI/AAAAAAAAAds/CqE5YHpEfxQ/s400/Cannelloni+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455474914942651026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/3406/images/3406_MEDIUM.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 173px;" src="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/3406/images/3406_MEDIUM.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pesto Chicken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't know what Chicken Pesto tastes like but I looove Pesto. I want me a Pesto Sandwich right now! Pesto is a green sauce made with basil, olive oil, Parmesan Cheese, and other ingredients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7W8pEP1XcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/7sN9Q7WC6Jc/s1600/Pesto+Chicken+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7W8pEP1XcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/7sN9Q7WC6Jc/s400/Pesto+Chicken+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455473937330036162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7W8o_ra6pI/AAAAAAAAAdc/qnnb_hj1vfg/s1600/Pesto+Chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7W8o_ra6pI/AAAAAAAAAdc/qnnb_hj1vfg/s400/Pesto+Chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455473936103565970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alright, that's all for now, I'm gonna get me a Clubhouse Sandwich but I'm actually craving for something with Red Sauce and a Four Cheese Sandwich or Pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half.Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;"&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/167695065439781180-263244924936460749?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/263244924936460749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=263244924936460749' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/263244924936460749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/263244924936460749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-from-cooking-academy-2-and-its.html' title='Food from Cooking Academy 2 and its real life counterpart.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S7XWAh9r9hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/GXmVyDUOqo8/s72-c/Tiramisu+Cooking+Academy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-4025646732915196607</id><published>2010-04-01T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:36:16.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagaytay'/><title type='text'>Little Update and a Tagaytay Trip in a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow, I can't seem to keep up my appearance here even though I've said like twice that I'll be back for good. Sometimes, one just gets tired of blogging, runs out of things to say due to lack of excitement or other things that can prevent the aforementioned activity. Then there will come a time when one suddenly gets this urge to write &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe after all that time, I may have a lot of interesting stuff to post about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a lot of things to say but I'm just not in the mood right now. Just checking in to the blogging world. Hope all of you are safe and happy. And just for the record, &lt;i&gt;I am &lt;/i&gt;safe and happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On a side note, I'm going to Tagaytay in about a week. Any information would help. I already know how to get there, I already reserved a lodging for me and my friend and planned other things. Other suggestions would be welcome, like places to visit, to eat, etc. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Much Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Half.Crazy&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/167695065439781180-4025646732915196607?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4025646732915196607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=4025646732915196607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4025646732915196607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4025646732915196607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-update-and-tagaytay-trip-in-week.html' title='Little Update and a Tagaytay Trip in a week!'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-3772976806238442628</id><published>2010-01-02T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:22:58.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila bay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall of asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenny roger&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macro monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Christmas, New Year's Eve, and Macro Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As some of you may know, it was not a very Merry Christmas for me. You can read why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html"&gt;in here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. New Year's was not exactly THAT happy too but it's decent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8UgMi7HAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BJ0wbOq58SQ/s1600-h/IMG_3340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8UgMi7HAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BJ0wbOq58SQ/s400/IMG_3340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422075019733441538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas Tree 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Year's Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, me and my boyfriend went to Mall of Asia, the largest Mall in the Philippines and my most favorite too. When we got there at around 4PM, there were a LOT of people waiting for the countdown. A stage was erected in the middle of the highway, and tables and chairs were prepared for the celebrities coming. We decided to sit on the ledge beside Manila Bay to take a picture of the Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8KXIzQK3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/YYWjkD1Ob9Q/s1600-h/12312009391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8KXIzQK3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/YYWjkD1Ob9Q/s400/12312009391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422063868993088370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn I had to take this with my Camera Phone cos I forgot my Digital Camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8LG79t2_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/IJX6CY8uvts/s1600-h/12312009396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8LG79t2_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/IJX6CY8uvts/s400/12312009396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422064690181037042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A big Christmas Tree was erected beside the Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8LHeAsxpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/H_h_w5YwYAk/s1600-h/12312009397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8LHeAsxpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/H_h_w5YwYAk/s400/12312009397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422064699320354450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stage I was talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Kenny Roger's Roasters (SM Mall of Asia branch) that time too and we didn't get good service! The cashier, when we were placing orders seems to be too bored with what she's doing and she punched the wrong orders! I really like Spaghetti but they said it was out of stock! When they served us our Iced Tea, it didn't have Ice! And everyone just seemed too lazy. This is the first time I received bad service from Kenny's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, at around 8PM, we sat on the ledge again, this time we found it hard to look for some space LOL. People literally covered the ledge, the bars and the restaurants beside the Bay. At around 10PM, it was time to go home to our families and embrace 2010. At 12AM, the fun began at Mall of Asia and the spectacular and traditional Fireworks display came to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got home at around 10.30PM, my neighborhood full of life, every house there's a Videoke set up, People were abundant, made a lot of noise, and there's music everywhere. And oh yeah, the streets were full of litter too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano nga ulit ingles ng paputok? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives came over, the usual chatting, while waiting for 2010. Man, there was no shortage of food and yes, I took pictures! Try not to get hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8PlN_Pa4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Lm_KGVeHECk/s1600-h/IMG_3463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8PlN_Pa4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Lm_KGVeHECk/s400/IMG_3463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422069608461855618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shanghai Rolls frying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8PlV1WaRI/AAAAAAAAAbs/YVhI_Xo5Cj8/s1600-h/IMG_3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8PlV1WaRI/AAAAAAAAAbs/YVhI_Xo5Cj8/s400/IMG_3466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422069610567854354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Finished Product. Ooh, I love Shanghai, especially when you dip em into Ketchup.  These ones were so damn crunchy. Just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8Ru_CnxKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/9Vp8UdUpppU/s1600-h/IMG_3460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8Ru_CnxKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/9Vp8UdUpppU/s400/IMG_3460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422071975271449762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Macaroni Salad. Way too good. I'm eating it right now! I piled loads on a small bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8SrYOAkwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/N-S4FvvPllc/s1600-h/IMG_3465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8SrYOAkwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/N-S4FvvPllc/s400/IMG_3465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422073012822250242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chocolate Cake with Cashew and Almonds. I've never tasted anything like it. So damn good. My Aunt made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.. and many more. I just attacked everything, made sure I get a taste LOL. I slept at around 3AM. Hanged out with my relatives and just ate a lot of food. Not bad to start the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Macro Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not yet Monday in here but this is the only time I can write my blog. School's gonna start tomorrow! So I'm posting this early. If you wanna join Macro Monday, &lt;a href="http://lisaschaos.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S0BhGmjHy3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/dpuM_hpF4FE/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/S0BhGmjHy3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/dpuM_hpF4FE/s400/IMG_0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422440717409045362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;McDonald's Chicken Nuggets. YUM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Half.Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-3772976806238442628?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3772976806238442628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=3772976806238442628' title='77 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3772976806238442628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3772976806238442628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-new-years-eve-and-macro.html' title='Christmas, New Year&apos;s Eve, and Macro Monday.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz8UgMi7HAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BJ0wbOq58SQ/s72-c/IMG_3340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>77</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-390328703444737085</id><published>2009-12-30T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:42:06.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liquor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='town shootout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>2009: A Look Back.</title><content type='html'>2010 is officially in, folks! Start a new chapter in my life; my new sheets needs to be filled up with stories of happiness, sorrow, new adventures, new people, and other stuff I have to deal with. 2009 has been an eventful year for me, it seems like a lot of things happened, all went by in a blur! It has been a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me as I look back and recall things that happened in 2009 - good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/girlichef/misc%20blog%20badges/Camera-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 115px;" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/girlichef/misc%20blog%20badges/Camera-1-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I met a lot of really fantastic bloggers this year. A lot of them I met through Friday Town Shootout where you get to show off your place. To the Friday Town Shootout Gang, I'm grateful to have met you guys, you know who you are. Here's to another year ahead of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, the truckload of Filipinos I met this year. Let's all continue to blog and represent our beloved Motherland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I met a lot of people outside these circles. Shout out goes to: &lt;a href="http://www.makemoneyonlinefreenoww.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MAKE M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makemoneyonlinefreenoww.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ONEY ONLINE FREE!!!  -- testimonial of a skeptic, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://misawa-travelog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;TRAVELOG, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mindful-space.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Reena's Thoughts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnabuzz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;John ab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnabuzz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;uzz, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://antonio-estevez.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lend Me Your Eyes: Abstract Paintings Art Blog, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogtrotta.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blogtrotter, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cottagefarmvilla.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cottage Farm Villa. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I can't put everyone up there LOL! I am grateful for the comments each and every one of you leave. They make my day and really motivates me to blog more. So never stop giving me some love, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/img/logo40.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 40px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/logo40.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, this is the year I started to blog on Blogger! I remember back in February, I was struggling with my blog cos I'm trying to figure out how to get comments. But that's another story, all is well now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz19zazIGaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_H9WP2ZJMB8/s1600-h/IMG_2454+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz19zazIGaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_H9WP2ZJMB8/s400/IMG_2454+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421627848744507810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This beer is best served cold. On the rocks, beybe! Not a fan of too much Beer, though. I vomit easily, dunno why. I go hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first time I really got myself into Alcohol was during my birthday last May. After my birthday, what followed is a weekly drinking session in different bars around the capital. I danced my ass off, met a lot of new people through drinking, burned a lot of money, and angered my parents. But hey, I am completely aware of all the things I do even when drunk. Nowadays, I'm trying to change by not drinking and partying too much lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to trying new things so I end up not going at home at least once a week lol! I go with friends to nearby provinces to eat and drink the whole night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke up with a boyfriend then found a new one after a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shifted from Computer Science to Psychology. Now I'm loving every minute of Psychology, except when I have to take Statistics and Probability and Chemistry lol! I still meet with my old buddies from Computer Science and continued to meet loads of new people in Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participated in Psychology Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2F80OF0aI/AAAAAAAAAak/u4Rk7ph6-DE/s1600-h/IMG_2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2F80OF0aI/AAAAAAAAAak/u4Rk7ph6-DE/s400/IMG_2323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421636806280335778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not a really good shot but this is where I tried loads of things. Bring it on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2F8H8cfWI/AAAAAAAAAac/xRD6p4JpCig/s1600-h/IMG_2318+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2F8H8cfWI/AAAAAAAAAac/xRD6p4JpCig/s400/IMG_2318+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421636794395164002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2F9fJU31I/AAAAAAAAAas/tTiRr02FD-c/s1600-h/IMG_2372+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2F9fJU31I/AAAAAAAAAas/tTiRr02FD-c/s400/IMG_2372+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421636817803075410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yay campfire! Before and after shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to loads of new and exciting places. Tried a lot of things. Ate a lot of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watched a lot of movies especially classic Films (12 Angry Men, A Streetcar Named Desire, Breakfast At Tiffany's, Sunset Blvd., Casablanca, The Godfather, AND LOADS MORE!) downloaded a massive amount of songs and read a lot of books. = More information, I learned to appreciate Life and the World more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A dear Grandfather died. A respectful man, the first Filipino Professor in the University of Pennsylvania. May he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2J6ptuy4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/WFo_Cg-c5K8/s1600-h/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2J6ptuy4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/WFo_Cg-c5K8/s400/IMG_1987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421641167147027330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Marco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2I62ag6dI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_Nw-Fn4BOYU/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2I62ag6dI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_Nw-Fn4BOYU/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421640071044458962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Godmother to 2 handsome little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited the Cemetery to pay respects to the roots of my Mother's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonded a lot with my Mother's clan. This really means LOADS OF GOOD FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn, I think I wrote a lot! It's like the Summary of my life this 2009. It's great to make something like this, though. I'm sure I left out a few minor details but the major ones are all here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm craving for Hot Chocolate, Swiss Miss in particular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2KmOt1RqI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8irM-54MnSY/s1600-h/IMG_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sz2KmOt1RqI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8irM-54MnSY/s400/IMG_0947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421641915813938850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have a Happy New Year, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half.Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-390328703444737085?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/390328703444737085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=390328703444737085' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/390328703444737085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/390328703444737085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-look-back.html' title='2009: A Look Back.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/girlichef/misc%20blog%20badges/th_Camera-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-3882345350518993370</id><published>2009-12-28T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:55:42.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariah carey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the godfather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samsung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mario puzo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macro monday'/><title type='text'>Stuff and Macro Monday.</title><content type='html'>Damn, I just got home this morning like 2 hours ago cos I went out last night with a couple of High School friends. Both of them got drunk, I didn't but I was a little tipsy. Does that count as drunk? Haha! Anyway, both of them were vomiting all over the place; it's a great thing a lot of people helped me straighten up those two. We managed to check in at a Hotel anyway and I didn't get much sleep. But I'm typing up this blog right now and will get some sleep later. I can't wait to lie in my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. You guys ever got too wasted? I did so many times before but I'm trying to change. It's bad for my image, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like my layout. Nothing too showy. Just felt like I needed a change since I'm starting to be active on blogging again! I can't wait to meet new friends and new blogs. So if you guys know some really good blogs, please tell me! I'm hungry for information and friendship, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been listening to Mariah Carey too much these past few days. You gotta give her some love for all her beautiful love songs! Go listen to her new album, Memoirs Of An Imperfect Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading The Godfather by Mario Puzo. Also watched the movie too. I didn't know Al Pacino looks so damn good when he was young LOL! Can't wait to watch the second and third part. I love Gangster movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I recently discovered Macro Monday from a &lt;a href="http://squirrelqueen2.blogspot.com/"&gt;new friend&lt;/a&gt;. I'm glad I did cos I love taking macro shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SzleWzTo3JI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8zCLo3eHg7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SzleWzTo3JI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8zCLo3eHg7Y/s400/IMG_0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420467372339813522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Samsung Gadget basking in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not a Professional Photographer. I just take photos using my Digital Camera so please don't be so harsh on me, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inviting everyone to join Macro Monday! It's a great way to earn new friends and see various shots from around the Blogosphere! &lt;a href="http://lisaschaos.com/"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; here to join the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&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/167695065439781180-3882345350518993370?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3882345350518993370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=3882345350518993370' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3882345350518993370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3882345350518993370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/12/damn-i-just-got-home-this-morning-like.html' title='Stuff and Macro Monday.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SzleWzTo3JI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8zCLo3eHg7Y/s72-c/IMG_0982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-7993733397135006214</id><published>2009-12-26T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:09:06.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><title type='text'>Psychology: Intro and Trivias</title><content type='html'>Christmas is officially over and New Year is just around the corner! What y'all got lined up for New Year's Eve? I'll have my own New Year's Resolutions posted up on January 1. I seriously have to follow everything on that list, effective forever..hopefully. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's take a break from greeting each other a Merry Christmas, save that for next year and continue with the regular blog serving. 2010 is like 4 days away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's talk Psychology for this blog. As some of you may know, I'm a Psychology student, shifted from Computer Science and I don't regret this big shift! It's the study of human behavior, what else is more intriguing and interesting than that!  I learned a lot of stuff from Psychology and yes, I'll share them with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kylemorecollege.ie/adult_education/artwork/psychology.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.kylemorecollege.ie/adult_education/artwork/psychology.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Understand..&lt;br /&gt;Describe..&lt;br /&gt;Control..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Predict..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Behavior.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A Psychologist's code of conduct. If you can do all 4 without a problem, then you've got potential. Everyone needs someone to listen to them and understand what they're feeling. Psychologists come as friends to people they come across, their clients. They establish Rapport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Difference between a Psychologist and Psychiatrist. &lt;/span&gt;A lot of people confuse these two! The only difference is that a Psychiatrist can prescribe medicines to a patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The left and right brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The left brain is more on analytical stuff, very logical and rational! Like all work, and no play! The right brain is probably the more sensitive part. Here's something for you to understand it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://apintalisayon.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/left-and-right-brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 476px;" src="http://apintalisayon.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/left-and-right-brain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Left Hand and the Right Hand. &lt;/span&gt;Whichever hand you use to write, it also has to do something with your left and right brain! People who write with the left use their Left Brain "powers" more than their right brain powers. Some people are ambidextrous, meaning both brains function equally. My skilled hand is my left, what's yours? My Mother claimed that when I was a kid, she taught me to write on the right. She was surprised to find out one day I gave up the right and used the left instead, haha! It's weird though, I play Badminton with my right being the good hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to tell if a person is lying, works most of the time! &lt;/span&gt;The eyes and body gestures help identify this! If for example you confronted your boyfriend, asking where he was all night.. He explains and looks on the right - what he's saying might be the truth! If he looks on the left - what he's saying could be a lie, it could also say that he's thinking of how to explain things. You gotta watch out for the hands too! If his hands are gripping something while he was explaining and he don't usually do that, he might be lying! His hands must be in sync with what he's explaining. Again, this doesn't work all the time, it's up to your judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kulturprodukt.net/images/portfolio/lying_remix_25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.kulturprodukt.net/images/portfolio/lying_remix_25.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't tell if he's lying or not; but I know he is! &lt;/span&gt;A lot of people can hide the truth like a Ninja. Some are so good at it that you won't even suspect that they're lying. They're called Pathological Liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hardest kind of disorder to cure.&lt;/span&gt; Arguably the hardest to cure, Personality Disorder. Why is it hard to cure? Because the patient doesn't admit to some of the things he do or feels. There are many types of PD, I'll have to continue it on my next blog and I'm sure y'all would find it interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys enjoyed, these are just some of the basics, some little things you should know! It's helpful stuff, trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/167695065439781180-7993733397135006214?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7993733397135006214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=7993733397135006214' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7993733397135006214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7993733397135006214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/12/psychology-intro-and-trivias.html' title='Psychology: Intro and Trivias'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-2019543410697987807</id><published>2009-12-24T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:07:19.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna start to be more serious and active again on this blog, put the same amount of effort I once put into it, like the first time I opened an account in here. I mean, it's nice to have a blog; you write and record all the stuff going in with your life and then look back on all the old posts and maybe laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about me. I'm sure you guys are having family reunions big and small, exchanging gifts at midnight, pigging out, bonding with your loved ones, and all the other good stuff. Last year was the first time I've ever had a quiet Christmas, just the thought of it makes me kinda sad. Before last year, we always have big family reunions, staying up all night, drinking, laughing and chatting. Ah well, time goes by, people and situations change. I just hope this Christmas is not the same as last year's but it's really proving to be one, lol! Just me, my Mom, and my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop being sentimental and emotional over here and let you guys enjoy your Christmas, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, though. I still love everything about the Christmas Season. I just miss some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SzNKtEPMtfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/v93Vl9pp66o/s1600-h/DSC01966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SzNKtEPMtfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/v93Vl9pp66o/s400/DSC01966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418756914748896754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Merry Christmas to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more hours and it's Christmas in the Philippines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&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/167695065439781180-2019543410697987807?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2019543410697987807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=2019543410697987807' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/2019543410697987807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/2019543410697987807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SzNKtEPMtfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/v93Vl9pp66o/s72-c/DSC01966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-3554405981329518904</id><published>2009-12-21T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:57:14.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Pop! goes my post.</title><content type='html'>Oh shit I left this blog in the gutter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for the opening line. I've been really busy, College Life has been hectic with all the Experiments, Research Proposals and Defense, Social Life and the things that go with it: vices, parties, lots of money spent on unnecessary things and all that stuff. I had to put aside my interests and hobbies just to go with the flow! Of course I enjoy going with the flow and getting caught up with the cycle of life. I barely even get some sleep; I get lucky if I ever get to sleep for 5 solid hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on vacation, I still have to report back to school on January 4 for final requirements. Just thinking about all the undone school stuff makes my blood boil and my head spin. But I'm a Procrastinator at heart so you know what comes next after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my life update, I have a new boyfriend, a tight circle of College friends, I lost weight and I'm trying to gain some but it's proving to be hard, I barely stay at home mostly because of parties and trips, I recently discovered I'm really sensitive and I'm trying really hard to get that off my system because I don't wanna sulk around every time just because someone said something I think was offensive. And blah, blah, my life goes like that for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about me, how about you? Christmas is fast approaching! More food and parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-3554405981329518904?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3554405981329518904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=3554405981329518904' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3554405981329518904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3554405981329518904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/12/pop-goes-my-post.html' title='Pop! goes my post.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-4033900790723891846</id><published>2009-09-30T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:41:49.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catastrophe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Just a little Ping! from here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wow, I haven't been in this place for a while! I missed you guys, just thought I'd let y'all know that I'm alive and well; I'm sure you've heard about the tragedy in the Philippines and yeah, we've been affected too but not as bad as the people in other places. Ever since Saturday, it was hell for everyone in the country's capital and other neighboring provinces when a Tropical Cyclone unleashed hell on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Many lives were lost, properties destroyed to the fullest due to landslides and strong currents of the flood. Now many are homeless, a lot of streets are still flooded, and people ain't got basic needs like food, clothes and medicine; It's this time when you can really depend on your countrymen. Currently, a lot of companies, foundations, and individuals are helping out. They volunteer to pack the goods, donate food, clothes, medicine and other needs. It's just so overwhelming, it just made me prouder than ever that I'm Filipino. Shit, you can even see Filipinos waving and smiling while hanging on electricity wires, lamp posts, swimming against the current of the flood or wading through mud mixed with garbage and murky water when TV cameras capture them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Like I said above, we were not excluded! Below are 2 photos inside our house when the flood came unannounced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SsN3bt2aYpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dUUsJM67-Vw/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SsN3bt2aYpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dUUsJM67-Vw/s400/IMG_1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387280897313235602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of our couch depended on chairs underneath it. The other couch had cases of beer beneath it but then collapsed when the water just kept rising. We let it float anyway, haha! Sometimes, you just have to let go lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SsN3_qhYOVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tqOFzjGfb-w/s1600-h/IMG_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SsN3_qhYOVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tqOFzjGfb-w/s400/IMG_1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387281514894997842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You might think, "What the frack just happened here!" Well, let me explain. We couldn't let the poor thing's motor be submerged into water or let it float. Having the motor wet might totally render it useless so my cousins just had to tie the baby up on the sink LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Man, the water rose to our thighs, our oven/cooking stove was toppled over by the water, washing machine damaged, no electricity for 2 days, not enough food, we couldn't even cook our food because we need to carry the gas tanks somewhere safe, we couldn't even use the bathroom because it's also flooded, (so yeah, I'll leave the rest of toilet business to you, reader!) no cellphone signal, and the list goes on and on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But now, we're alright. Electricity is back, we went to the Supermarket earlier to buy food to be donated and food for us; We're cleaning all over the place, I got Internet; and you know, the usual, before the flood came. But we still can't cook our food lol! So we resort to eating out and food delivery instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HalfCrazy&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/167695065439781180-4033900790723891846?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4033900790723891846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=4033900790723891846' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4033900790723891846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4033900790723891846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-little-ping-from-here.html' title='Just a little Ping! from here.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SsN3bt2aYpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dUUsJM67-Vw/s72-c/IMG_1526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-3000582452837921155</id><published>2009-04-20T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:21:16.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='town shootout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>On Hiatus for a while.</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, my classes started yesterday, April 20. I didn't go to classes since it's the first day and all; I only attended the first one and spent the afternoon with boyfriend and a few friends, I missed 3 classes LOL. Even though my classes are only MWF, I go home 6PM and it's really tiring, I swear I don't have the strength to do anything, I can't even turn on the computer and check out daily sites that I dig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to stop blogging for a while but I'll continue to visit your blogs and try to do the Town Shootouts, I just need some rest as I'm actually having a bit of a blogger's block LOL. Give me a week or so to rest and adjust to my new environment (new school, new friends, etc.) and I'll come back when I have something to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-3000582452837921155?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3000582452837921155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=3000582452837921155' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3000582452837921155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3000582452837921155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-hiatus-for-while.html' title='On Hiatus for a while.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-3270105907450181779</id><published>2009-04-16T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:09:50.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reggie girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='town shootout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picadillo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mang tomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollibee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Town Shootout: Native Restaurants and Food</title><content type='html'>It's Friday morning in here so here I go again and the rest of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday Shootout Gang&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://midlifeandmenapause.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reggie Girl&lt;/a&gt; thought of that) bringing you another week of free trips, fancy photos, adventures and a whole lot more from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metro Manila, Philippines&lt;/span&gt;. This week's episode is again packed with adventures and oodles of goodies and is chosen by the lovely Loida of &lt;a href="http://2l3bs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Welcome to 2L3B's World...&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know you want to see some more and perhaps better adventures and photos than this one here so I say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;click and visit on one or two of those links on the right side of this blog under 'Friday Town Shootout Participants'&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me, you will never be disappointed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also, we're asking everyone up for this kind of thing to join us every Friday. No strict rules - just point and shoot with respect to the theme and improvise a little!&lt;/span&gt; Hope to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecQnrSEOpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZUfbAhuPgAU/s1600-h/Karasa+Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecQnrSEOpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZUfbAhuPgAU/s400/Karasa+Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325243358208342674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecLjB6-weI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IiIaieCrijQ/s1600-h/Karasa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecLjB6-weI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IiIaieCrijQ/s400/Karasa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325237780828045794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecRcLBsSAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/VNubPRi8tUg/s1600-h/Talong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecRcLBsSAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/VNubPRi8tUg/s400/Talong.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325244260082796546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This fast food restaurant is called Karasa in 168 Mall, Divisoria, Metro Manila. They have various Philippine dishes like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lechon Kawali&lt;/span&gt; (Roasted pig), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sisig&lt;/span&gt; (Ground Pork or Beef with Liver) with Egg, Roasted Chicken and a whole lot more. People line up, say their orders and these girls hand it to them on a sizzling plate. On the other end of the line is the Cashier and people sit down on various seats and tables in the Food Court. Mom ordered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talong &lt;/span&gt;(Eggplant) in Karasa. I didn't eat it because it looks scary LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecTMUUjboI/AAAAAAAAAWE/naE5rzdglc8/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecTMUUjboI/AAAAAAAAAWE/naE5rzdglc8/s400/IMG_0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325246186723176066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecT14LDUwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6E0HYcSSbas/s1600-h/Liempo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecT14LDUwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6E0HYcSSbas/s400/Liempo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325246900721636098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecU5f4H3CI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FCShzMs2Ams/s1600-h/Mang+Tomas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecU5f4H3CI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FCShzMs2Ams/s400/Mang+Tomas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325248062430895138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another famous Philippine Dish, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;or Grilled Spareribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Filipinos usually eat Liempo with Rice, sometimes accompanied with Egg and gravy. Most popular and the best tasting gravy (or maybe it's a sauce?) would be Mang Tomas, also featured above. Grilled Spareribs is one of my favorite Filipino dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecVm0yMChI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jBcVS54fBmQ/s1600-h/Saging+na+Saba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecVm0yMChI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jBcVS54fBmQ/s400/Saging+na+Saba.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325248841137261074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saging na Saba. &lt;/span&gt;I don't know its English name but it is sliced bananas in a sweet concoction of sugar and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mom prepared this, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecXxhQw9CI/AAAAAAAAAWk/w2fUDhXGrHc/s1600-h/Jollibee+Landmark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecXxhQw9CI/AAAAAAAAAWk/w2fUDhXGrHc/s400/Jollibee+Landmark.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325251223898616866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the Fast Food restaurants in Landmark Food Court, Makati. If there is ever a National Fast Food Chain here in the Philippines, it would be Jollibee, strongly competing with McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecaFIcZI1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/rQKwmaCI07o/s1600-h/Picadillo,+Sliced+Bananas+and+Egg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecaFIcZI1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/rQKwmaCI07o/s400/Picadillo,+Sliced+Bananas+and+Egg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325253759857140562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecaFZ5ICYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6V2S_qZnVco/s1600-h/Picadillo,+Porkchop+and+Vegetables.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecaFZ5ICYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6V2S_qZnVco/s400/Picadillo,+Porkchop+and+Vegetables.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325253764541057410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While at the Food Court in Landmark, Makati, we ordered from Porky's. Mom ordered the first photo. Picadillo with sliced bananas, egg and rice. Ordered the second photo, Picadillo with Porkchop and Vegetables. Of course we'll come back for more. Are you drooling now? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeccMzvGcTI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lrGm-nZAvao/s1600-h/Tofu+with+Vegetables.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeccMzvGcTI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lrGm-nZAvao/s400/Tofu+with+Vegetables.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325256090760671538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeccNCozqkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/MCvZejj0wg8/s1600-h/Nilagang+Baka.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeccNCozqkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/MCvZejj0wg8/s400/Nilagang+Baka.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325256094760806978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecdbUZQM9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/r25CCdtEngs/s1600-h/Garlic+Chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecdbUZQM9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/r25CCdtEngs/s400/Garlic+Chicken.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325257439557202898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecdbtccUeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hZDa9e_3-Uk/s1600-h/Fish+Fillet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecdbtccUeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hZDa9e_3-Uk/s400/Fish+Fillet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325257446281466338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my previous post I mentioned going to Guilly's, Glorietta 5, Makati, for my brother's birthday. It was a simple birthday with extraordinary dishes! First photo is Tofu with vegetables; Second is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nilagang Baka.&lt;/span&gt; I don't really know what it is in English but it is Beef thrown in with potatoes, vegetables and sometimes bananas. Third is Garlic Chicken and 4th, Fish Fillet with French Fries. Okay, the last one is not exactly a native dish but I just had to put that in because it was my favorite dish that night LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I really hope you guys enjoyed, that was a pretty long post, sorry for taking so much of your time LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&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/167695065439781180-3270105907450181779?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3270105907450181779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=3270105907450181779' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3270105907450181779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3270105907450181779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/04/town-shootout-native-restaurants-and.html' title='Town Shootout: Native Restaurants and Food'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SecQnrSEOpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZUfbAhuPgAU/s72-c/Karasa+Front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-7909722571971620387</id><published>2009-04-13T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:59:59.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='town shootout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeepney'/><title type='text'>Trip in the City.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alabang, Muntinlupa (also a part of Metro Manila)&lt;/span&gt; to pick up a package for my brother as it was also his birthday yesterday. He got some sort of an iPhone called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Samsung P2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unbearably hot yesterday, I don't understand why some people can stand the heat! I don't know why but every time I go out of the house for the whole day, I come back sick when I get home in the evening LOL. It's the first time we got out of the house ever since my vacation so I was happy to go out even though it's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK EVERY PHOTO YOU THINK IS INTERESTING TO ENLARGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSFJnRqvGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ue66bNb8Bjg/s1600-h/Sky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSFJnRqvGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ue66bNb8Bjg/s400/Sky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324527059667172450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sky looks like this yesterday before we went out. The clouds look a bit gloomy but trust me, it was so hot outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSNOWXfBwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mcKQk9HniVw/s1600-h/Highway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSNOWXfBwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mcKQk9HniVw/s400/Highway.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324535937120536322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSOh1TQ_aI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rmlR8mkBD6U/s1600-h/Skyway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSOh1TQ_aI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rmlR8mkBD6U/s400/Skyway.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324537371353480610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSRQ_v573I/AAAAAAAAAUU/xuRHs7ZTSVU/s1600-h/Alabang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSRQ_v573I/AAAAAAAAAUU/xuRHs7ZTSVU/s400/Alabang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324540380635066226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, Alabang is a little barren but if given a decade more, it would boost and grow like Makati with all the office buildings and maybe Malls. Right now, the place is pretty green. This part of Metro Manila is actually so clean I had a hard time to spot candy wrappers - in some parts anyway LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSS53ivZTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vxqhtc96HEc/s1600-h/People+under+shades.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSS53ivZTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vxqhtc96HEc/s400/People+under+shades.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542182318630194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People under the shade of a tree. Even if under a tree, it's still so hot I'm surprised they haven't taken their clothes off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSTppwxpsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/2eyp2wd8B5I/s1600-h/Figaro+Alabang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSTppwxpsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/2eyp2wd8B5I/s400/Figaro+Alabang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324543003253122754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't often see this kind of architecture here in Metro Manila. This one's situated beside the Highway, I dream of having to hang out in there someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSUvIsgkHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6jzWPajw7pY/s1600-h/Alabang+Streets.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSUvIsgkHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6jzWPajw7pY/s400/Alabang+Streets.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324544196967698546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the busy streets in Alabang. If you click to enlarge, there's actually black fog amidst the roar of vehicles LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSWJtNhVCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/kqpScjQpCPI/s1600-h/Jeepney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSWJtNhVCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/kqpScjQpCPI/s400/Jeepney.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324545752958063650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little zooming on one of those Philippine Jeepneys and we get this. The Jeepney is the primary mode of transportation here in the Philippines. And the primary smoke belchers! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're the King of the Streets. Jeepneys are public transportations and if I'm not mistaken, the National Vehicle of the Philippines or something like that LOL. Jeepneys can have a capacity of 18-22 people, depending how long the seats are. They have different routes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSdAIQvMXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/dMDUOYwTTmY/s1600-h/Alabang+Hills.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSdAIQvMXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/dMDUOYwTTmY/s400/Alabang+Hills.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324553285002015090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty garden in Alabang Hills. We're on the way to that building in the distance. It was a good walk but still so hot. Yeah, how many times I've used 'hot' in this post LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway we got home, rested for a while and went out for Dinner to celebrate my brother's birthday. He asked his two best friends to come, we ate at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilly's Island in Glorietta 5, Makati&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't take any good shots of the restaurant because there were many people around, it would look weird for me to just snap photos while they talk and dine with their friends and family LOL. I had some shots of the foods prepared but I'll be saving that for the upcoming &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday Town Shootout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime here's some photos of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makati at night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeShBaypl0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/PNs6BUxQPZE/s1600-h/Glorietta+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeShBaypl0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/PNs6BUxQPZE/s400/Glorietta+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324557705202472770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeShuEtKbAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9oU0zQx4ZBs/s1600-h/Makati.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeShuEtKbAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9oU0zQx4ZBs/s400/Makati.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324558472367991810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSiY42LJCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TXp90JAqD-M/s1600-h/Makati+Rustan%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSiY42LJCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TXp90JAqD-M/s400/Makati+Rustan%27s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324559207918937122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hope you guys had fun and see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday Town Shootout&lt;/span&gt;. Topic on Friday is restaurants around town and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&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/167695065439781180-7909722571971620387?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7909722571971620387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=7909722571971620387' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7909722571971620387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7909722571971620387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-in-city.html' title='Trip in the City.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeSFJnRqvGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ue66bNb8Bjg/s72-c/Sky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-4869768374559815742</id><published>2009-04-12T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:10:57.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hula scoop atbp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='town shootout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my own words'/><title type='text'>Being given an Award.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeHRFyikETI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3MeKVyJdUJY/s1600-h/Neno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeHRFyikETI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3MeKVyJdUJY/s400/Neno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323766131924930866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been given this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neno's Award&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://roncenteno.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ron Centeno of In My Own Words&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hulascoop.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sardonyx of Hula, Scoop, Atbp&lt;/a&gt; - Talk about having the same Awards from 2 different people LOL. This may not be an Emmy, Oscar, Grammy, or a Golden Globe Award but I appreciate these two people for appreciating my efforts when it comes to the world of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I have to write why I love blogging. &lt;/span&gt;(The award requires it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I originally created this blog so that I can record all the things in my life. Okay, not all as I choose not to share other personal things, just the surface of the whole thing.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social networking. It's alright if strangers read whatever I have to say. Eventually these strangers become my friends anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can explore the world through other people's blogs. Isn't it amazing to see all the other countries in the world I might not visit someday? Take for example the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday Town Shootout (Anyone can join, ask me about that if interested)&lt;/span&gt;. It's amazing to have different themes every week and see the world through other people's lens. Usually only pictures but it is awesome having to surf through Canada, US, Japan, China and other countries out of my reach.. for the meantime. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I blog because I want to let out my other emotions. The other emotions goes to the ears of my awesome friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can learn loads of things by reading people's blogs. I have a dream to participate in a certain game show LOL that requires brains and show off whatever I have learned through other people's blogs and other mediums. Isn't that awesome or was that just plain nerdy LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm always interested in what people have to say around the world so I'm always excited to read comments and their opinions. And hey, I'll be a Psychologist someday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh and I also blog to improve my writing because I know I'm not the best when it comes to grammar but absolutely conscious when it comes to it. Oh and I'm not a Writer and never will be even if I try hard LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The aims of this award:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a dedication for those who love blogging activity and love to encourage friendships through blogging.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To seek the reasons why we all love blogging!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put the award in one post as soon as you receive it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t forget to mention the person who gives you the award.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Answer the award’s question by writing the reason why you love blogging.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tag and distribute the award to as many people as you like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t forget to notify the award receivers and put their links in your post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I also would like to give an award to these people: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Hope you wouldn't mind!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://midlifeandmenapause.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faisaladmar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Life is too short to be ordinary...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://garando.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;balut &amp;amp; natto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crisfieldnews.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Crisfield, Maryland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shadowmoon87.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Shadowmoon - Papercraft &amp;amp; etc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redlan76.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Redlan's web of arts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jackc50.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;intrepid traveler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anexplorers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;An Explorer's View of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zmanowner.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Zeus Gazette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnabuzz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;John abuzz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shey-strides.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Shey_strides&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sawdustaction.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sawdust Action&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makemoneyonlinefreenoww.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MAKE MONEY ONLINE FREE!!!  -- testimonial of a skeptic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2l3bs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Welcome to 2L3B's World...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://antonio-estevez.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lend Me Your Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goodbooksinc.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Padfoot and Prongs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blondemavmovies.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blonde Mav's Movie Reviews and Musings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mindful-space.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Reena's Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S., I gotta give props to these people who always swing by on my page. You don't have to do a blog about this or tag some people even though that's what the rules say LOL. I just appreciate that you guys never forget to remember me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-4869768374559815742?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4869768374559815742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=4869768374559815742' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4869768374559815742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4869768374559815742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-given-award.html' title='Being given an Award.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SeHRFyikETI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3MeKVyJdUJY/s72-c/Neno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-2490855609924585854</id><published>2009-04-09T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:50:19.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='town shootout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><title type='text'>Town Shootout: Main Street</title><content type='html'>Yay, it's that time of the week again, Friday Town Shootouts! Before you continue, read this! I actually feature 3 neighborhoods as I always end up going from one end of a certain district to another so yes, I consider the 3 neighborhoods my 'Town'. Here in the Philippines, we don't really use the word town to describe certain locations. Either it's a city, municipality or a province. I live in the capital which is Manila, so I'm going to show you the 3 neighborhoods which I consider my 'Town'. Wait, isn't that a little cheating? LOL. I'm going to show you the best of Manila anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also don't have 'Main' Streets in here but I understand it's like the busiest and the most important street in a certain place. We sort of have many 'main' streets in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OTHER PARTICIPANTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gingersflowers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Flowers and more&lt;/a&gt; in Brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bagmanslogorrhea.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Butler and Bagman Chronicles&lt;/a&gt; in Charleston, SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://misawa-travelog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;TRAVELOG&lt;/a&gt; in Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://midlifeandmenapause.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff...&lt;/a&gt; in Newnan, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2l3bs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Welcome to 2L3B's World...&lt;/a&gt; in Shenzhen, China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crisfieldnews.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Crisfield, Maryland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anexplorers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;An Explorer's View of Life&lt;/a&gt; in Toronto, Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ascattering.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Scattering&lt;/a&gt; in Ontario, Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridayshootouts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Papa And Mema &lt;/a&gt;in St. Augustine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CLICK EVERY PHOTO TO ENLARGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4TVXZyRlI/AAAAAAAAASU/__pzoPjoUP0/s1600-h/IMG_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4TVXZyRlI/AAAAAAAAASU/__pzoPjoUP0/s400/IMG_0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322713067378853458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the Sta. Ana Church in the left and a Police Station beside it. Didn't get a good shot because I can't take my camera out for too long. Someone might snatch it LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4TV6epLCI/AAAAAAAAASc/If-BBge_q9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4TV6epLCI/AAAAAAAAASc/If-BBge_q9Y/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322713076794469410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sta.Ana busy Market. I always see the old woman on the right side. A year ago she was selling biscuits now she's only selling cigarettes. Poor lady! May God bless her; she doesn't deserve to work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4kEy2PPfI/AAAAAAAAASs/Qhu2vWg74ko/s1600-h/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4kEy2PPfI/AAAAAAAAASs/Qhu2vWg74ko/s400/IMG_0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322731474385845746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another busy street in Sta. Ana. That is an old school converted to businesses. The tricycles you see here wait all day under the blazing sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4lqHjzqeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gP2MQK0esN8/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4lqHjzqeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gP2MQK0esN8/s400/IMG_0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322733215112473058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a sidewalk in one of Paco's many main streets. Vendors almost always block the sidewalk, giving little space for pedestrians who are going to cross the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4mq17DgPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5ydNwEERljI/s1600-h/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4mq17DgPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5ydNwEERljI/s400/IMG_0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322734327069638898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we go to Makati. This photo was taken in Makati Ave., one of Makati's many busy and 'main' streets. People almost always encounter traffic in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4oeTXNoEI/AAAAAAAAATE/eyxZB8cCR-s/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4oeTXNoEI/AAAAAAAAATE/eyxZB8cCR-s/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322736310657327170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not a main street but I just wanted to show this to you guys to give you an idea of the neighborhoods around Manila. The people are always scattered in the roads LOL, tangled wires and vehicles just parked any where people feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4qm3wGOlI/AAAAAAAAATM/dhH8PHpRiiE/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4qm3wGOlI/AAAAAAAAATM/dhH8PHpRiiE/s400/IMG_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322738656887585362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of Makati's extravagant Malls, probably the most popular, Glorietta. This is where I usually go to hang out with friends, watch movies, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4s503QIDI/AAAAAAAAATU/MtIiRKY_T98/s1600-h/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4s503QIDI/AAAAAAAAATU/MtIiRKY_T98/s400/IMG_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322741181553057842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another busy street in Makati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4wKX6um4I/AAAAAAAAATc/ztVsgpZ4FXs/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4wKX6um4I/AAAAAAAAATc/ztVsgpZ4FXs/s400/IMG_0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744764375669634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One busy and important street in Makati. There's the Post Office, a nearby Police and Fire Station which we can't see in this photo, various schools and Call Centers are situated in here. I think this is Gil Puyat Street. Or maybe Avenue? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4wKvoBUbI/AAAAAAAAATs/HWBEKJxpG_E/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4wKvoBUbI/AAAAAAAAATs/HWBEKJxpG_E/s400/IMG_0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744770739655090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite a sight in the middle of an intersection in Makati. The Manila Peninsula owns this 'landmark'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you guys enjoyed as much as I did! Do come to Manila, Philippines, we're probably the friendliest country in all of Southeast Asia. Beat that other Southeast Asian countries! :P Just kidding, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's already 2AM in here, I'll edit this post when I wake up in the morning LOL. I have to put in links to the participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/167695065439781180-2490855609924585854?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2490855609924585854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=2490855609924585854' title='77 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/2490855609924585854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/2490855609924585854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/04/town-shootout-main-street.html' title='Town Shootout: Main Street'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sd4TVXZyRlI/AAAAAAAAASU/__pzoPjoUP0/s72-c/IMG_0545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>77</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-9149302343880320927</id><published>2009-04-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:31:50.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the main ingredient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senakulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ardent cosmic journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mas&apos;r george'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana split'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncle tom&apos;s cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee pace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='role models'/><title type='text'>Banana Split.</title><content type='html'>If you look at my &lt;a href="http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-being-girl-sometimes.html"&gt;previous blog&lt;/a&gt;, I ranted, the first in a very long time, now I'm feeling all good, I just had to write this post before I go with Mom to buy ingredients for a Banana Split because of the awesome blogger at &lt;a href="http://themain-ingredient.info/" target="_blank"&gt;The MAIN ingredient &lt;/a&gt;who blogged about a Banana Split LOL. I really have nothing to write today so I'm just gonna keep it short, just a little update about what's going on with my life - it will also serve as a filler for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Town Shootout this Friday, I encourage you to join us, just take a photo of your Main street and improvise a little!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's gonna be fun, free town/city trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope y'all like the new layout, I like the header, it's more appropriate for this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ardent Cosmic Journey.&lt;/span&gt; Haha, that sounds funny.. for me anyway. It sounds a little cheesy! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wasn't the one who created the layout, credits go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pannasmontata-templates.net/"&gt;Pannasmontata&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the Holy Week. While everyone is out of the city, (it's sort of a tradition here in the Philippines to go to the provinces and spend Holy Week there) we'll stay in. We really don't have anywhere to go to! Even if we plan to go somewhere, there are too many bills to be taken cared of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a good time to go to Philippines, by the way. You'll see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Senakulo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the Philippine version of Christ's suffering.&lt;/span&gt; It starts with someone carrying the cross, some people slashing their backs with some sort of a cilice, someone getting nailed on the cross literally. It's crazy but it's a sight, I'm sure there would be Filipino bloggers who whould be featuring these things in their photo blogs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a new boyfriend, I can't believe he waited 9 months for me. I really have no idea LOL. That's one of the reasons I'm feeling all good now, I think I want to party LOL. I have someone new to boss around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just a few more days to go before school starts, April 20! I'm practically bored and this is the first time I said that for this whole vacation. I thought movies, books, music, etc. will keep me happy for the whole month! Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched a few movies these past few days: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Pinoys, watch this, it won Best Picture sa Famas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Harold And Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Sort of rude, funny but corny LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Marley &amp;amp; Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(A real family movie, there's something for the parents, there's something for the kids, Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson make a perfect couple! By the way, 17 dogs were used as Marley in the movie LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Role Models &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Paul Rudd is hot, he's like my new favie actor),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Bank Job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(It was okay, Paul Statham was good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, The Fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Lee Pace, you're the man and the cute little Catinca Untaru is such a sweetie pie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, and The Savages &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I'm loving Philip Seymour Hoffman more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still reading &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle Tom's Cabin&lt;/span&gt;, haven't been reading much these days!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As promised, I'll be keeping it short, you're probably bored right now, having to read all those. I think this is my shortest post ever.. for the meantime. I'm gonna take a bath and go with Mom to the Market now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-9149302343880320927?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/9149302343880320927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=9149302343880320927' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/9149302343880320927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/9149302343880320927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/04/banana-split.html' title='Banana Split.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-6865159465776636735</id><published>2009-04-05T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:03:56.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menstrual cramps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household chores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='town shootout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>I hate being a girl.. sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Featured Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://makemoneyonlinefreenoww.blogspot.com/"&gt;MAKE MONEY ONLINE FREE!! - - testimonial of a skeptic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;by TriNi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S., Wanna make money online free? In this recession, you know you need it! You can make money just by answering surveys! How cool is that? I'm not going to feature the blog above if it's only a scam! I've seen enough and it's high time for me to share this to you, reader! Absolutely not a scam and hassle free! Hop on over to her blog. Thank me later for telling you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to rant today. I was having my menstrual cramps yesterday (yes, I have to put that in) and a talk about women shouldering all the burden of probably the whole world. First off, sometimes I hate being a girl. Why? I list them all below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dysmenorrhea.&lt;/span&gt; Under this, a woman experiences menstrual cramps; aching of the lower belly, sometimes vomiting and err, constant pooping or a really bad case of pooping. I experience the cramps most of the time and I go crazy like I roll on the floor and well.. I roll around the house hoping there must be one furniture or some space in the house that can make me feel better. Guess what, nothing did! I started to calm down when I asked my Mom and my little brother to massage my back. Good thing I fell asleep. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pain lasts for 2-3 hours every time. Translation: I go totally ballistic for 2-3 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdlVYyzvk5I/AAAAAAAAASA/BiG-lBReQTA/s1600-h/Ugly+Walls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdlVYyzvk5I/AAAAAAAAASA/BiG-lBReQTA/s400/Ugly+Walls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321378319158973330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's just the morning sun - it gets even hotter at Lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to say above that we have our monthly period and during those days, women are usually irritated or they really have short temper. Like now, for example, I'm ranting and I'm irritated and I hate this stupid humid weather LOL. I hate the sticky feeling, I hate the roof, I hate the sun, I hate that we don't have snow, I hate the cloudless sky, I hate the stupid rain for not coming around! LOL. But I love you for reading this!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdlWtraGkBI/AAAAAAAAASI/oKJM3sgUajo/s1600-h/Crying+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdlWtraGkBI/AAAAAAAAASI/oKJM3sgUajo/s400/Crying+Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321379777461260306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My nephew when he's really hungry LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next, giving birth to a child. Not only do you have to walk around having a huge belly for 9 months and having a restricted diet and activities, giving birth to babies is painful! According to my Mom, it's really painful to give birth to a child but after it comes out of the womb, it seems like all the happiness rained down on her or something LOL. Now that's an incentive! She told me she's like the happiest woman ever when she gave birth to me and my brother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Household chores and taking care of the kids&lt;/span&gt; - we all know what happens in those 2 responsibilities. I kinda hate how the society goes like, "Oh, you're the woman, you have to do this and that while the men have to go to work and blah blah!" Wash the dishes, change the diapers, the list goes on and on! I admire guys who do household chores and change diapers. It's never gay like some people might think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdlUAyTQD5I/AAAAAAAAAR4/YWEsMX97fYY/s1600-h/Shopping+for+clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdlUAyTQD5I/AAAAAAAAAR4/YWEsMX97fYY/s400/Shopping+for+clothes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321376807194202002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shopping for clothes the other day. Ended up buying 2 tops for school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clothes and shopping&lt;/span&gt;. Guys can just wear some jeans and some shirt and they can still look good. Women have to wear accessories, match the color of this and that, look presentable, shop for clothes for an eternity, wear this or that because it's the "in" thing, buy signature brands because it's cool and the list goes on and on!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are a million other reasons why I sometimes hate being a girl but this will suffice for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because I sometimes like the idea of monthly periods because it cleans whatever it is on your system. My Mom gave birth to me and she was happy; according to her, I turned out well, a good kid. I think she's not saying the truth LOL. According to Moms, it is hard work to do almost everything but for some reason, fun. For whatever that reason is, it's one of the world's greatest secrets. I like clothes and shopping (yes, sometimes) because I feel like it is appreciating what the Creator (or whoever it is up there) has given me. Society just makes it worse and fun too, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are advantages and disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still love being a woman. Wait, I think I like the term girl or lady better LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/COirfeNBX8M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/COirfeNBX8M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If I Was A Man - Jessica Sutta of The Pussycat Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are the things you love as a woman? Maybe you find everything above really awesome while I'm very bittersweet at it! As for guys (lucky!), what are the things that you hate being a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Join us at our Friday shootout! Friday's topic is a photo of your main street - the busiest and the most important street in your town. Take a photo of your main street's 4-6 blocks and improvise a little! Be sure to join us, the more the merrier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone can join, show off your town/city/country!&lt;/span&gt;&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/167695065439781180-6865159465776636735?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6865159465776636735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=6865159465776636735' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/6865159465776636735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/6865159465776636735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-being-girl-sometimes.html' title='I hate being a girl.. sometimes.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdlVYyzvk5I/AAAAAAAAASA/BiG-lBReQTA/s72-c/Ugly+Walls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-8683538200571178470</id><published>2009-04-03T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:02:42.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sta. ana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='town shootout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love birds'/><title type='text'>Town Shootout: Wildlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Featured Blog Post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dennisvillegas.blogspot.com/2009/04/loobanlife-inside-river-slums-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Looban:Life Inside the River Slums (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Dennis Villegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;P.S., Ever wonder how the slums in the Philippines look like? Look no further than the blog post above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bagmanslogorrhea.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The awesome guy at The Butler and Bagman Chronicles&lt;/a&gt; was the one assigned for this Friday's shootout - Wildlife. I live in the City so forests are miles away from here LOL. Even a good patch of plants and trees are few but I managed to get a few ones for the shootout. Just a few animals for this Wildlife post; I'll make it up with more of plants, trees and shrubs of someone's backyard, hope you guys enjoy anyway. Most of the animals around here (cats and dogs) are tamed. Including them would not be wildlife at all lol! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Click photos to enlarge. I recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Town Shootout Participants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bagmanslogorrhea.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Butler and Bagman Chronicles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crisfieldnews.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Crisfield, Maryland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2l3bs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Welcome to 2L3B's World...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://midlifeandmenapause.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anexplorers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;An Explorer's View of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gingersflowers.blogspot.com/"&gt;GingerV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://misawa-travelog.blogspot.com/"&gt;TRAVELOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://j9stuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;J9 And Stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2009-in-pictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;2009 in Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridayshootouts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friday Shoot-outs from Florida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make sure you guys participate in the next Town Shootout! Just drop a line to Patty at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://crisfieldnews.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Crisfield, Maryland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; if you're interested! :) Make sure to drop by those links above too if you wanna see REAL Wildlife LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXS89OqsBI/AAAAAAAAARo/BqP7rCyc8YE/s1600-h/Sta.+Ana+Manila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXS89OqsBI/AAAAAAAAARo/BqP7rCyc8YE/s400/Sta.+Ana+Manila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320390479478173714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXS89gfYhI/AAAAAAAAARg/qj2EqUYGDms/s1600-h/Sta.+Ana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXS89gfYhI/AAAAAAAAARg/qj2EqUYGDms/s400/Sta.+Ana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320390479552930322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXRY8qWxNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dq7zwKCJPLc/s1600-h/Kalabaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXRY8qWxNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dq7zwKCJPLc/s400/Kalabaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320388761338954962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is in a little park in our town. Just thought that everything looks so green and pretty! The plants are pretty wild LOL.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again, photos are better if enlarged!&lt;/span&gt; People can go jogging and walk their dogs around this round park. It's a rotunda but I like to call it a "Round Park". There is even a fountain but I didn't get to take a photo of it! Someone might snatch my camera hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXRZPaRbWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vlHAcCYzhbA/s1600-h/Plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXRZPaRbWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vlHAcCYzhbA/s400/Plants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320388766371769698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXRZQOqRFI/AAAAAAAAARA/1_nb4c6PLbY/s1600-h/Plants+and+Rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXRZQOqRFI/AAAAAAAAARA/1_nb4c6PLbY/s400/Plants+and+Rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320388766591501394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two patches of land above belong to a nearby Bank. Poor rock trapped in a sea of plants! (I really don't know what to call 'em! Not into Gardening!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXSViORKUI/AAAAAAAAARI/iQItPysJ35k/s1600-h/Plants+and+trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXSViORKUI/AAAAAAAAARI/iQItPysJ35k/s400/Plants+and+trees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320389802213845314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's pretty funny how we have those Pine Trees in there! (Are those Pine Trees?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXSVtMJFKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4PvEKqQMIlk/s1600-h/Plants+in+Makati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXSVtMJFKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4PvEKqQMIlk/s400/Plants+in+Makati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320389805157717154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXSWDA90yI/AAAAAAAAARY/qPwSgesHNhg/s1600-h/Plants+sprouting+from+bark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXSWDA90yI/AAAAAAAAARY/qPwSgesHNhg/s400/Plants+sprouting+from+bark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320389811016422178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this one screams"Wildlife!" the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXS9Nk4r_I/AAAAAAAAARw/5YVKNCFR2R4/s1600-h/Love+Birds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXS9Nk4r_I/AAAAAAAAARw/5YVKNCFR2R4/s400/Love+Birds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320390483866333170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tamed love birds so it ain't wildlife but I have to put animals in here or else the awesome guy at &lt;a href="http://bagmanslogorrhea.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Butler and Bagman Chronicles&lt;/a&gt; might get angry at me for not following the rules LOL. These birds belong to my Aunt who lives next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's kinda sad to not see birds anymore. There was a time I could still see Robins and lots of them; even Pigeons! I don't even see ants anymore LOL. Just lazy cats and a few dogs. I guess that's what you get when you live in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you guys enjoyed as much as I did putting this together. Will go over to your blogs later, I need to get some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&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/167695065439781180-8683538200571178470?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8683538200571178470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=8683538200571178470' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8683538200571178470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8683538200571178470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/04/town-shootout-wildlife.html' title='Town Shootout: Wildlife'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdXS89OqsBI/AAAAAAAAARo/BqP7rCyc8YE/s72-c/Sta.+Ana+Manila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-2315284242226134590</id><published>2009-03-31T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:08:33.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reggie girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cereals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hippies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old times'/><title type='text'>Blast from the past 1</title><content type='html'>Got this idea from Reggie Girl of &lt;a href="http://midlifeandmenapause.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff..&lt;/a&gt; when she posted her blast from the past photos. I have a lot of old photos mostly from my childhood and recently I did a little search for these gems! Here are some I found on my first search, I'm sure I can still dig out a lot of photos from the past LOL.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIH4xWwoVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hwqwI2JdSss/s1600-h/1st+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIH4xWwoVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hwqwI2JdSss/s400/1st+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319322781780844882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha this is my first birthday with a dumb smile on my face LOL. That's my Mom in a red duster and my cousin on the right side, probably the one more excited to open my gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIFO1x2tqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_L2GiQqsMg0/s1600-h/Girly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIFO1x2tqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_L2GiQqsMg0/s400/Girly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319319862390470306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still my first  birthday. I shudder looking at this! Everything is so girly! Pink gift wrappers, Disneyland and little balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIC_3XP2oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Q9aMI4QVZX4/s1600-h/Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIC_3XP2oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Q9aMI4QVZX4/s400/Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319317406094449282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm the one in the red shirt; the three kids around me are siblings. This was also my birthday, look at Snow White and the Seven Dwarves on the cake LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIDAcJuvgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/5YNidYio59s/s1600-h/Cemetery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIDAcJuvgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/5YNidYio59s/s400/Cemetery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319317415969865218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken in Loyola Memorial Park; we were just visiting my grandparents. And yes, it was a really hot day LOL. That's me with my little brother, he was so cute! Now he is so skinny! Haven't visited this cemetery for months! Have to pay visit to my Grandparents, wouldn't want them rolling in their coffins missing us! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIFOUXjKvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/cEQ72Qf4PgM/s1600-h/Clark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIFOUXjKvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/cEQ72Qf4PgM/s400/Clark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319319853421767410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes folks, that is a sea of pretty flowers and maybe a Crusaders boat? LOL. I have no idea why the boat in the background and if there was a history regarding it written somewhere, I probably didn't read it during that time. I was a kid! If only I could go back, I'll supply you guys more pictures! This is a place somewhere in Clark, Pampanga, just minutes or an hour away from Manila. I don't know if the place still looks like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIFO8oJ91I/AAAAAAAAAQA/6GB488QV32g/s1600-h/Cornflakes+Breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIFO8oJ91I/AAAAAAAAAQA/6GB488QV32g/s400/Cornflakes+Breakfast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319319864228837202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look fugly here, hahaha! Looks like I just woke up and was served with.. Cereal. My Mom said it was a free breakfast from the hotel we were staying in that time! Who would want a free cereal for Breakfast? Cheap Hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIH5G2FIwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PquLI7KwSz4/s1600-h/Glico%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIH5G2FIwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PquLI7KwSz4/s400/Glico%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319322787549356802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to post this because my Mom looks like a hippie hahaha! If you click on the photo, you'll see an enlarged version obviously and my silly face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIH5e7MpOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/oxL_TvZ52e4/s1600-h/Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIH5e7MpOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/oxL_TvZ52e4/s400/Kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319322794013271266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My laziness is already evident when I was just a kid. I'm the one in the yellow shirt and lounging lazily on the left side of the couch while my three cousins and a friend are pretty.. happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIH5nFBsYI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bivGcQs_mw8/s1600-h/Old+Greenbelt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIH5nFBsYI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bivGcQs_mw8/s400/Old+Greenbelt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319322796201980290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken on the old Greenbelt Park in Makati, Philippines. It's gone now. Oh by the way, look at what I was so wearing - so dope! I was a bit of a tomboy back then so forgive that horrendous outfit. OMG, what was wrong with me during that time LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bagmanslogorrhea.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can say I was pretty spoiled, judging from all my birthdays, that's probably the reason why I get everything I want! When I was born, everything was so possible but ever since my little brother was born, he didn't get to enjoy all those things I get to enjoy - the trips out of the city, Hotel-hopping, marvelous birthdays and other things. He did get to enjoy other things especially technological stuff but times have changed due to financial problems and other circumstances. If only I get to replay things, I probably wouldn't change anything except reliving those days with my now deceased loved ones. Just thinking about my Grandma makes me teary-eyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a photo to share? Were you spoiled when you were a kid? How was your childhood, more extravagant than mine? What are the things you miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys enjoyed, there are more photos to come, and this should suffice for now until the Town Shootout Blog on Friday. If you wanna join Town Shootout, just head on over to Patty at &lt;a href="http://crisfieldnews.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Crisfield, Maryland&lt;/a&gt; - the next shootout is wildlife around your neighborhood, courtesy of Butler and Bagman at &lt;a href="http://bagmanslogorrhea.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Butler and Bagman Chronicles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&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/167695065439781180-2315284242226134590?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2315284242226134590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=2315284242226134590' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/2315284242226134590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/2315284242226134590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/blast-from-past-1.html' title='Blast from the past 1'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SdIH4xWwoVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hwqwI2JdSss/s72-c/1st+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-5001970089412665177</id><published>2009-03-28T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:17:49.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='60 minutes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='record'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><title type='text'>About blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Featured Blog Post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cottagefarmvilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/kitchen-inspiration.html"&gt;Cottage Farm Villa: Kitchen Inspiration!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Check out how she patterned her kitchen after her dream kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog to express and to have a record of my thoughts and things that happened in my life because I know I'm gonna look at my old posts and probably say how silly I was and so that I can refresh my memory too. I'll be discussing some parts of blogging in here, sort of like a FAQ and lots of blog-related things. I'm not an expert but I've been blogging for almost 5 years already (a good slice of that, &lt;a href="http://www.1up.com/do/my1Up?publicUserId=5622987"&gt;I blogged in a gaming site&lt;/a&gt;). No, that doesn't make me an expert, still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You probably notice a lot of people having more than 30 comments and wonder why you only have 5 views a day or less and no one is commenting - and you have really good entries, you know it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sc7XCsgDPOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NuL3apKC-Ek/s1600-h/no+comments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sc7XCsgDPOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NuL3apKC-Ek/s400/no+comments.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318424651276434658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a hundred views, only a handful of people comment. It's not really about the views - it's all about wanting people to notice you and knowing what you have to say! For some it may not be important but for many who want comments, they need to let people know that they have arrived and ready to start kicking some serious ass. The key in here is networking! Go out there and start commenting on people's pages! Always make sure to leave meaningful feed backs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A "Nice blog!" comment would not help.&lt;/span&gt; If you don't have anything else to say, do not comment and move on to another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Okaaaay.. you tell me that I should let people know I have arrived in the blogosphere but where are they? I don't know where to start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good question. Join networking sites and participate in discussions. Just plugging your blog straight away would not help you very much and people would probably ignore you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I recommend to start in &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/"&gt;Blog Catalog. &lt;/a&gt;Register, have your blog in their directory, participate in discussions and check people's blogs. I guarantee you, once the ball starts rolling (when you start commenting on various pages) it picks up speed and might not stop (they'll begin commenting on you)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet other people through your new found friends; connect with them by joining in various activities - you'll meet loads of people in the process and an unlimited supply of awesome and new blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cool! How do I maintain my blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't write when you don't have anything else to say. Don't be pressured or intimidated by those people who seem to churn out blogs every single day! What's important is that you update often, blog about 3-4 times a week (whichever way you want it), set some boundaries and let people catch up with what you're up to. One blog per 2-3 days is fine, no need to push yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theucbinstituteofallergy.com/Images/LeftImage2_tcm114-10095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.theucbinstituteofallergy.com/Images/LeftImage2_tcm114-10095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a layout and make sure the content is readable, think of those people who have problems with their eyes! Their retinas are probably burned every time they come to your page if you have a black layout and a very bright text! Also make sure that people can navigate your page easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a list of your blog favorites and visit them often (they are your favorites after all!). It's really nice to comment back to the people who commented on you and reply to those people who commented on your blogs. If you comment back, they will probably return the favor and maybe start a conversation and get to know each other more! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW THAT IS NETWORKING&lt;/span&gt;! If you reply to their comments individually, they will feel appreciated. I know I feel appreciated when people reply to my comments! We all love that, right?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To monitor your page views, get some counters. Add applications here and there if you feel like it. Just keep in mind that if you put too much stuff in your page, it's gonna load slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thanks. You talk too much. I know I talk so much but these are all so essential, just some basics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;All about you now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went overboard and talked too much to myself up there LOL. Anyway, the things I wrote up there are just basics and are my experiences, of course we all have our own style and principles when it comes to blogging&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Now I want you to answer some questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1. Do you leave comments on other people's pages? Any set number of blogs you're going to visit everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2. Do you reply to comments in your blog? If not, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3. What motivates you to comment on a certain blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any other feed backs? I'm always here and happy to listen! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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://www.ecosuperior.org/images/EarthHourPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 419px;" src="http://www.ecosuperior.org/images/EarthHourPoster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, yesterday was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/span&gt; (in this side of the world anyway) and yes, we participated and I harassed a few people to switch off their lights to vote Earth. We should have Earth Hour every week! An hour a week would not hurt! If you ask me, it should be a total blackout if we really care for our planet. Seems like almost everyone in my neighborhood cared, some are probably oblivious about it LOL. Like what are their TV sets for?!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Did you participate in Earth Hour? What about your neighbors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&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/167695065439781180-5001970089412665177?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/5001970089412665177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=5001970089412665177' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/5001970089412665177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/5001970089412665177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-blogging.html' title='About blogging.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sc7XCsgDPOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NuL3apKC-Ek/s72-c/no+comments.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-89174746225087960</id><published>2009-03-26T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:30:33.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saucy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty finger'/><title type='text'>7 unique facts about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Featured Blog Post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mouseski.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-by-with-little-help-from-her.html"&gt;Getting By With A Little Help From Her Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so good at talking about myself but I'll give it a shot since &lt;a href="http://mindful-space.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reena&lt;/a&gt; tagged me! So here are the 7 sort of unique facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate it when someone talks to me when I'm brushing my teeth. I give them the dirty finger if I'm really in a bad mood LOL (kidding, I don't do dirty fingers hahaha!) but I usually just ignore and automatically shut my ears when someone begins talking to me while I'm doing the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. I get so easily touched and overwhelmed over vintage stuff. For example, I've watched a couple of classic movies: Gone With The Wind, Breakfast At Tiffany's, To Kill A Mockingbird, A Streetcar Named Desire, etc. and in some portions of these films, I almost always cry! I get teary-eyed whenever I see the classic cars, the dresses and the hats, girls so poised always having that 'high-class' look, black and white, and a whole lot more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScttP7n9SGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/91GFpm235qI/s1600-h/Scarlett+and+Tartleton+twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScttP7n9SGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/91GFpm235qI/s400/Scarlett+and+Tartleton+twins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317463905511753826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like this scene from Gone With The Wind! I love the dresses and the fancy hats and almost everything that Vivien Leigh wore in the film.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScttQOzYj7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Uer4ErgKOzY/s1600-h/Pussycat+Dolls+Whatcha+Think+About+That.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScttQOzYj7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Uer4ErgKOzY/s400/Pussycat+Dolls+Whatcha+Think+About+That.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317463910659952562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this scene from Whatcha Think About That by the Pussycat Dolls too! Oh I adore those fishnets, whatever you call those hats, the corsets, heels, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I almost always read and hear everything around me. I read whatever my eyes come across like in chat rooms with friends, blogs, comments and I don't know, I can't stop reading whatever if I have the energy haha! As for hearing, it's as if I'm not listening or focused on something else but I still hear what people talk about and digest them. I don't mention to it about them, though! I pretend I don't hear/understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I memorize things easily. One of my mottoes is: I'd rather memorize a whole page full of words than solve one mathematical problem! Seriously, my mind goes blank whenever someone asks or talks about numbers. In my Math classes, I don't understand why my classmates understand everything so well or at least a bit but I don't even know one single detail! Or maybe I don't care lol. I'm always like, "Speak human, please!" or "I don't speak monkey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Whenever I learn I have a problem, I mope about it for 2-3 hours or less and forget about it or smile, laugh, and talk afterward as if nothing happened! I guess I have a short attention span when it comes to problems! Besides, nothing will happen if I cry and scream about it LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I seriously LOVE babies. I start to 'hate' them when they reach 3-4 years old. They stop to become so innocent and they start being brats LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SctyxnAHE8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YPtzpOgYyIs/s1600-h/Baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SctyxnAHE8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YPtzpOgYyIs/s400/Baby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317469981649605570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me holding my nephew. This little guy is only 6 months old. He loves to laugh, smile and make noises -  everyone's ideal baby! I just hope he's still fun to play with when he reaches 3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. I laugh even when there's nothing funny LOL. This is due to flashbacks of silly scenes or when some things are arranged in a pretty weird and funny manner. I sometimes laugh when I cross to the other room and a floorboard creaks. Yes, that's already funny to me, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things we've got in common? What is the most peculiar fact about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This game requires people to tag so I'm tagging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://faisaladmar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faisal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Sorry Faisal. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&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/167695065439781180-89174746225087960?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/89174746225087960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=89174746225087960' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/89174746225087960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/89174746225087960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-unique-facts-about-me.html' title='7 unique facts about me.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScttP7n9SGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/91GFpm235qI/s72-c/Scarlett+and+Tartleton+twins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-5077047348274922349</id><published>2009-03-23T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:20:01.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unproductive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall-e'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civil war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useless'/><title type='text'>Me and you against technology.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Featured Blog Post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lawstude.blogspot.com/2009/03/mount-samat-tribute-to-heroes.html"&gt;Mount Samat: A Tribute To The Heroes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S., Show some love. I'll put links of friends in here from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's currently Summer here in the Philippines and I really don't have anything to do. &lt;a href="http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/plans-for-summer-hopefully.html"&gt;Some plans I wrote about in my Summer Blog&lt;/a&gt; might not push through, most especially on those Piano and Drum Lessons and owning a DSLR but that's alright, I have thousands of days to go lol! So I'm just gonna present to y'all my routine which is probably the most useless and boring routine ever hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning. 9AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I usually wake up at 9, open the computer before I actually get to open my eyes and sleep again for 10 minutes then wake up, do some stretching and some sit-ups if I feel like it. I use the computer for like 10 minutes and I go check my blog, reply to comments and comment back. I know that's not in 10 minutes but almost close to an hour lol. Then I go downstairs, step on the weighing scale (I now have it!) and always discover that I'm 84 pounds LOL. But yesterday was pretty good as I'm now on 85 pounds! Okay that's not a huge feat but I'm trying to reach like a hundred pounds in here. After Breakfast I estimate calories that I got from Breakfast and write them down and my goal is always 1500 calories a day. The websites I checked out said so! After that, I take a bath, face the computer again, continue commenting back and finding new blogs and chatting with friends. What a very productive life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Scd72-IyYRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bwysc0hPTLQ/s1600-h/PICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Scd72-IyYRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bwysc0hPTLQ/s400/PICT0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316354069457166610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After Lunch. 1PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After Lunch I record my calorie intake again, face the computer, get bored and take a nap and daydream for an hour lol. After that, I'm just gonna face the computer again and watch movies. That or I read some books (I'm currently reading Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe, I love American Civil War books!) From there, the productivity continues until Dinner. After Dinner, I record the calories, take a shower and yes, you got that right, face the computer again&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and before 12AM, I get ready for bed, read a few pages and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the routine goes like that for the whole Summer. Is that fun? Are you snoring now? I did say it's the most useless and the most boring routine ever, right? I hang out with friends whenever I can, they're always one of my top priorities, especially when I have the money to go out lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my Cellphone, computer, PSP, NDS, TV, iPod, blah blah, the list goes on and on. I do remember the days when I go out and play with kids from my neighborhood&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and hang out with them but that gradually changed when I got into High School and started meeting new and more people, the ones that are gonna stay around for a long time. At least I get to experience running around the roads and being one of the.. old school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know a lot of you will say that I lead a very wasteful life and that I always surround myself with electronic gadgets and times are different&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;compared back then. I don't blame it on the Technological Advancements we make but I blame it on me and maybe the rest of us. We let these things control us and we really don't do anything, probably because we're happy already because everything is more convenient. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30 years or so, I wonder what will happen to us, what kinds of diseases will appear, technological breakthroughs, attitudes and everything else that surrounds us, including us, of course. Maybe we would be like the folks from Wall-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Scd7HuoVjmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HbmqoTTWdBM/s1600-h/autotooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Scd7HuoVjmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HbmqoTTWdBM/s400/autotooh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316353257840676450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your routines? Do you think your life revolves, most of the time around electronic stuff? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you think we have gotten so lazy?  Have you watched Wall-E? Do show some love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&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/167695065439781180-5077047348274922349?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/5077047348274922349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=5077047348274922349' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/5077047348274922349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/5077047348274922349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-you-against-technology.html' title='Me and you against technology.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Scd72-IyYRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bwysc0hPTLQ/s72-c/PICT0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-7966216826828684830</id><published>2009-03-19T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:45:26.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shanties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roofs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Town Shootout: Houses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://crisfieldnews.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patty from Crisfield, Maryland&lt;/a&gt; came up with this really great idea to have like, a Town Shootout wherein every week, there's a new topic and new photos to look at. Not just new photos but fun adventures and some new knowledge of course! Here are the other participants, check them out if you want more photos and better stuff to look at LOL. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;My photos aren't that good because I was either walking, in a car, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;hurrying while taking the following photos. It would be very weird indeed to take photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;s in my neighborhood or someone else's neighborhood because it's all new to the eyes of the people. So I literally have to take these secretly. I don't know what will happen to me if they find out LOL. I sure hope they are not technologically advanced, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://midlifeandmenapause.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reggie Girl in Georgia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anexplorers.blogspot.com/"&gt; Barry in Ontario.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bagmanslogorrhea.blogspot.com/"&gt; Mark in South Carolina.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://j9stuff.blogspot.com/"&gt; J9 in California.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2l3bs.blogspot.com/"&gt; Loida in China.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://misawa-travelog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy in Japan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gingersflowers.blogspot.com/"&gt;GingerV in Brazil.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM7muhS5mI/AAAAAAAAAMw/T8oDJW7g-6c/s1600-h/House+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM7muhS5mI/AAAAAAAAAMw/T8oDJW7g-6c/s400/House+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315157521736066658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An old house with businesses on the first floor. We've got a lot of them here in the Philippines. The second floor is usually where they have the living rooms, etc.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM8jhNJYVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_UxuBY5DAoc/s1600-h/DSC02342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM8jhNJYVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_UxuBY5DAoc/s400/DSC02342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315158566133915986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM8sWm-wEI/AAAAAAAAANA/O7G7iGdZsmg/s1600-h/DSC02344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM8sWm-wEI/AAAAAAAAANA/O7G7iGdZsmg/s400/DSC02344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315158717908303938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is not Manila, Philippines when you don't see these shanties! They are a common sight, actually. And to think these shanties are so close to the Business area of the country! Just look at the bottom photo and the pretty neat house with graffiti in its gate LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM9rJqxi-I/AAAAAAAAANI/eYP4J4ggVOE/s1600-h/DSC02343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM9rJqxi-I/AAAAAAAAANI/eYP4J4ggVOE/s400/DSC02343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315159796766313442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note the graffiti on the blue gate hahaha. Some kids just won't stop vandalizing. The house with the green gate seems like.. a cage. I guess they are taking extra precaution.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM-KkY4f9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/V6Kz0Pdr5Q4/s1600-h/DSC02347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM-KkY4f9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/V6Kz0Pdr5Q4/s400/DSC02347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315160336514973650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM-KxMEqVI/AAAAAAAAANY/d2RTy5WI5Dk/s1600-h/DSC02348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM-KxMEqVI/AAAAAAAAANY/d2RTy5WI5Dk/s400/DSC02348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315160339950905682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kudos to the cars who kept messing up the photos hahaha. Was taken while I was in a Taxi, these are already pretty modern houses with offices inside it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM-sUSAEuI/AAAAAAAAANg/a06f2MIzm8Y/s1600-h/DSC02383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM-sUSAEuI/AAAAAAAAANg/a06f2MIzm8Y/s400/DSC02383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315160916306694882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM-sicsJGI/AAAAAAAAANo/d-vi8toMHsw/s1600-h/DSC02384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM-sicsJGI/AAAAAAAAANo/d-vi8toMHsw/s400/DSC02384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315160920109622370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The colorful house is one of my favorites in the neighborhood. An old friend lives there, I don't see him anymore. Actually, I haven't seen him for years hahaha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM_TYtj8nI/AAAAAAAAANw/qz9WgIMUD2Q/s1600-h/DSC02392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM_TYtj8nI/AAAAAAAAANw/qz9WgIMUD2Q/s400/DSC02392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315161587510932082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken from my brother's school building. Here are the roofs of the people living down there. As you can see, the neighborhood are like, clumped to each other. People don't know anything about distance or backyards/gardens for that matter lol.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM_6z5P88I/AAAAAAAAAN4/pT-hanuFTUI/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM_6z5P88I/AAAAAAAAAN4/pT-hanuFTUI/s400/DSC02411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315162264822608834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another one of my favorites. That red was even brighter before when the house was still new. I love this one because it's sooo.. modern and artistic especially if seen personally.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScNAWjicA7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/WuspG9ipXJA/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScNAWjicA7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/WuspG9ipXJA/s400/DSC02416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315162741468300210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScNAW_K8j6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/nf059cqP9-k/s1600-h/DSC02417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScNAW_K8j6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/nf059cqP9-k/s400/DSC02417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315162748885962658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, my favorites. It is annoying when you don't get too much space because the neighborhood is too cramped, posts are all around and trees just sprout out of nowhere. Result? These two photos LOL. Both are very beautiful and new houses. The blue one is sort of like a Townhouse. Okay, maybe it is a Townhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope all you guys enjoyed! Now I just hope my neighbors don't find these and have me arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-7966216826828684830?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7966216826828684830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=7966216826828684830' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7966216826828684830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7966216826828684830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/town-shootout-houses.html' title='Town Shootout: Houses.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/ScM7muhS5mI/AAAAAAAAAMw/T8oDJW7g-6c/s72-c/House+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-615730976126620275</id><published>2009-03-16T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:09:16.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extraordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'>Just who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sb-U1ona6wI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xXeiiRzKa9Y/s1600-h/DSC02224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sb-U1ona6wI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xXeiiRzKa9Y/s400/DSC02224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314129734477212418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now who am I? Some people have been around ever since I wrote my first post and I met all of them through the internet. Not a lot of people who I have met outside internet life know this little space of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a not so normal person leading an extraordinary life. I say extraordinary because of the people and the environment around me and the beauty I find in things that I'm interested in or I happen to encounter. I say a not so normal person because I'm half crazy like what my Username states LOL. Kidding aside, it's HalfCrazy because of whatever randomness comes out of my mouth and how I try to break stereotypes, being mature and immature, being interested in out of this world things, and being funny and serious at certain times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the person I was, someone who was stupid enough to not read books, someone who can't stand to watch a movie for 2 hours or more, someone who doesn't know life enough (it's not like I know it face to face, though!), one who lacks patience, doesn't know how to respect and care, and the list goes on and on. I look back and I hate myself for being someone I don't even know! Okay, I know for a bit, but I want to be someone who I want to lead an extraordinary life, not a normal life with the same shit, not one of those people who just follow the people around them without having a say as if they do not own their lives! I was one of the teens that people love to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I changed, even if I don't remember what phase exactly but I do know it was one point in my life where my family and I were caught up in a crisis and I was having a little bit of trouble with someone else. A time when before going to sleep, even if I hardly get any that time, I'm like, "What's gonna happen, tomorrow is another day but it will be another one of those days I have to face without nothing." I don't know if you guys ever get that feeling, being mad and bitter at the world for having some sort of catastrophe to befall on you. I don't want to live those days again but those days taught me many things about life. I'm not saying I'm an expert but being in that situation and surviving it, getting over it, it made me feel.. well, strong, like I can take on anything. Like what's worse than that time of my life, right? But I know that's not the worse life has to offer, I know there are still many hurdles to jump over but while things are doing good now, I have to enjoy the moment. Take in everything and engrave it on my mind and pray it's gonna stay there for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sb-cRdI1oPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y4yoyEf3qPg/s1600-h/CIMG6643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sb-cRdI1oPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y4yoyEf3qPg/s400/CIMG6643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314137909013881074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is just a random photo hahaha. I look stupid LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not perfect but I'm trying to get to know myself better, trying to be a good person, trying to do whatever is more appropriate, be open to more ideas and all that "Me, only better!" stuff. I'm just thankful having these wonderful people around me especially  my family and my friends that are always around and people that I have yet to meet. Now I can say my life is extraordinary because of them and I know it gets much better from there, probably until the day I die. Or maybe I'm just saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some ramblings I really wanted to get off my chest. I can't do any of these 'expressing' in real life hahaha. Now I want to hear whatever you have to say because I'm all about the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your life is extraordinary? Do you look at your life in a different point of view? Can you tell who you were back then and why did you change? Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-615730976126620275?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/615730976126620275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=615730976126620275' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/615730976126620275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/615730976126620275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-who-are-you.html' title='Just who are you?'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sb-U1ona6wI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xXeiiRzKa9Y/s72-c/DSC02224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-8941527231067680160</id><published>2009-03-13T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:25:22.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concordia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bottled water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typhoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate shake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st. vincent de paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuvo bar'/><title type='text'>My best photos. Or so I think.</title><content type='html'>Some more of my photos in this post if you missed it: &lt;a href="http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/02/fort-santiago-philippine-relic.html"&gt;Fort Santiago: A Philippine Relic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photography has always intrigued me because an aspect of it seems real. I am an art lover, and while paintings and the like are beautiful photography is different because each picture literally freezes a moment in time for future reference. Photography captures what other art-forms express.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://sawdustaction.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monkey Wrench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be blogging about how my last day ended as a Computer Science student today but friends requested (especially &lt;a href="http://sawdustaction.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monkey Wrench&lt;/a&gt;; check him out if you have the time, by the way! He's got some really fierce posts in his blog most especially about Anarchism. So I recommend that you guys check him out) that I should post photos that I've taken. Okay so, here are some of them and a little history of each photo. Tell me if I have the potential to be a good Photographer, LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpCujLLeAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gbVFDTL-5xY/s1600-h/Concordia+College.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpCujLLeAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gbVFDTL-5xY/s400/Concordia+College.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312632077920466946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was where I spent 10 years studying Grade School and High School.&lt;/span&gt; In here I also met my greatest friends, the friends that I know will stay around for a lifetime. This school witnessed my nervousness and clumsiness as I trot through Grade School and a totally different person who cracked her shell when she stepped into High School and learned to bully kids hahaha. But hey, I changed when I stepped into 9th grade and realized bullying was totally stupid and mean!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpE6n1J1xI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TsfhkkUHyVI/s1600-h/Concordia+College+Auditorium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpE6n1J1xI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TsfhkkUHyVI/s400/Concordia+College+Auditorium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312634484351948562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpFHmkHM2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/5yLPaC60QYM/s1600-h/St.+Vincent+De+Paul+Concordia+College.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpFHmkHM2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/5yLPaC60QYM/s400/St.+Vincent+De+Paul+Concordia+College.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312634707350336354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo with the black clouds was taken from a classroom window. The one with the amazing sky was taken in front of the Auditorium. The gold on the center is St. Vincent De Paul turning his back on me hahaha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpF490AZ-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rtsAS7g_icM/s1600-h/Cocktails.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpF490AZ-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rtsAS7g_icM/s400/Cocktails.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312635555404605410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An evening with friends after someone's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;Will never forget this night. The cocktails and the Grilled Sausages we ordered were so expensive! But my drink, an Irish Bailey's is one of the best cocktails ever. It's got some Bailey's in it, some gin, milk and of course, ice. The Grilled Sausages were amazing too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpKFlzuwzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHkoJRlbMKs/s1600-h/Like+a+geisha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpKFlzuwzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fHkoJRlbMKs/s400/Like+a+geisha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312640170345808690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My cousin preparing for her debut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpLivUU_4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/rsSGPL1t7so/s1600-h/Black+And+White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpLivUU_4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/rsSGPL1t7so/s400/Black+And+White.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312641770626285442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self Timer. &lt;/span&gt;I don't remember if I was really sad but my pose suggests that I was not in a good mood so I set it on Black and White hahaha. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpM1l4qC0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/iQRWS18XO84/s1600-h/Messy+Classroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpM1l4qC0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/iQRWS18XO84/s400/Messy+Classroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312643194023447362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My last days in High School. &lt;/span&gt;This was around March 2007, before our Graduation. Papers were strewn all over the floor, chairs in every direction and lockers were open. You can guess that everyone was excited for Summer Vacation!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpONGxPSyI/AAAAAAAAALA/igivlxZlRrA/s1600-h/Hawaiian+Pizza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpONGxPSyI/AAAAAAAAALA/igivlxZlRrA/s400/Hawaiian+Pizza.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312644697499323170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shakey's Hawaiian Pizza. &lt;/span&gt;One of my favorites but then again, I have loads of favorites hahaha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpPiusISrI/AAAAAAAAALY/8DE14cpcM7E/s1600-h/Chocolate+Shake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpPiusISrI/AAAAAAAAALY/8DE14cpcM7E/s400/Chocolate+Shake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312646168504191666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lone Chocolate Shake.&lt;/span&gt; Better if enlarged SO CLICK IT!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpQEg4FGwI/AAAAAAAAALg/erRurABzo8g/s1600-h/Pastel+Sky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpQEg4FGwI/AAAAAAAAALg/erRurABzo8g/s400/Pastel+Sky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312646748911770370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sky over Mall of Asia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpQWZUEkII/AAAAAAAAALo/vluWBqDKAG0/s1600-h/At+Night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpQWZUEkII/AAAAAAAAALo/vluWBqDKAG0/s400/At+Night.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312647056119337090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mall of Asia. At night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpRRRGN4_I/AAAAAAAAALw/67ETvFbqaaE/s1600-h/Strips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpRRRGN4_I/AAAAAAAAALw/67ETvFbqaaE/s400/Strips.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312648067526026226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken earlier today. &lt;/span&gt;Someone was arranging a portfolio.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpSI_HbF8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tMIOby5qmXo/s1600-h/Summit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpSI_HbF8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tMIOby5qmXo/s400/Summit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312649024771921858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottled Water. &lt;/span&gt;Was on a Bus leaving the province for Manila (capital of the Philippines). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpS94BKxYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7IkM3BeEc74/s1600-h/Typhoon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpS94BKxYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7IkM3BeEc74/s400/Typhoon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312649933399704962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Situation when we arrived in Manila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Phew, finally done! So what do you think, do I have the potential to be a Photographer? Hahaha! Photos were taken using a PSP cam (1.2MP) A Motorola V3i of the same quality and a Roco 12MP thing. Hahaha 12MP that's funny, it's not a DSLR. Any tips and tricks from Photographers out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&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/167695065439781180-8941527231067680160?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8941527231067680160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=8941527231067680160' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8941527231067680160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8941527231067680160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-best-photos-or-so-i-think.html' title='My best photos. Or so I think.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbpCujLLeAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gbVFDTL-5xY/s72-c/Concordia+College.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-4784877580761777772</id><published>2009-03-09T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:12:40.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james mcbride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super size me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morgan spurlock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weighing scale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><title type='text'>Plans for Summer. Hopefully.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, taking a little break from &lt;a href="http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/philippine-american-war.html"&gt;History&lt;/a&gt; and on to personal life! Well, it's not very personal, these are just thoughts the past few days. Summer is coming up, just a few more days and my classes will end so I have things lined up for the pretty long break, which is about a month. So here are the things I'm planning to do:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbUg1Bfw8qI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YR8sgFnprLE/s1600-h/Nikon+DSLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbUg1Bfw8qI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YR8sgFnprLE/s400/Nikon+DSLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311187430860190370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least get one of these DSLR things and maybe take Photography classes or have a mentor. I know almost everyone goes through the Photography phase and I guess my time is now! Well no, it's not because I want to be in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the "in" crowd&lt;/span&gt; like some people say about people who jump in the Photography bandwagon. It's because that for some reason, I know I can take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;pretty good photos and I see beauty in just about everything. Okay, does that make me qualified? Or I'm not being humble here? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I already told my Dad I want one but he told me a bought another Digicam because all the 3 digicams he bought in the past are now broken lol. But he didn't say anything about buying one or not.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbUipr9N4YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xq7jb971j58/s1600-h/Weighing+Scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbUipr9N4YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xq7jb971j58/s400/Weighing+Scale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311189435122835842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keep track of my weight. No, I don't wanna be one of them really skinny girls but uhm, I guess I'm one, for some reason. I exercise &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; in the morning because I'm either running late for school or I'm just too lazy to do some stretching and sit-ups because I'm probably glued to something else. Like, the internet! So for summer, I'm gonna pack myself with Calories, Carbohydrates and Protein being my primary targets. I'm gonna eat more rice, bread, potatoes, fish, drink more milk and water, etc. And maybe go to a fast food once every two weeks for extra cholesterol and saturated fat LOL. AND OF COURSE, take notes of my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? What about height, you ask? Nevermind about that. I'm gonna be 4"11 for the rest of my life. Shit, that makes me a hobbit, right? But hey, I don't mind! At least it's easy to find a guy without looking down. But yes, I'll be spending a lot of time looking up LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbUpQFft5vI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KWhKKj3rSXU/s1600-h/Electric+Drums+from+drum+bum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbUpQFft5vI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KWhKKj3rSXU/s400/Electric+Drums+from+drum+bum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311196691883222770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another plan is to have Piano and Drum lessons. A few years ago, I had a few Piano sessions but I was not even interested in Music that time so I cheated by counting the keys instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually reading the notes.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Maybe my Piano teacher knows about it so she maybe played along and played dumb too lol. But hey, I learned quite a few stuff. Anyway, I'm now very interested in the Music Industry and I can now appreciate whatever song gets thrown on my lap. But I really don't understand Metal! Ah well, I guess it's not for me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbUsPfNWsMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wKbhjAD0Vto/s1600-h/Song+Yet+Sung.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbUsPfNWsMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wKbhjAD0Vto/s400/Song+Yet+Sung.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311199980140540098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo taken by me. &lt;/span&gt;Pack my head with more Literature. I'm not even halfway yet in Song Yet Sung but it's very compelling, I just don't have much time to read it but like all my other books, I'll always finish it! So anyway, I have one pending book to read and three National Geographic magazines LOL. I'm subscribed to Nat Geo, by the way. So for vacation, I'll probably buy like 2-3 more books before school starts. So many books to read, so little time!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbUuVofJwxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9RYAoaXUyno/s1600-h/Super+Size+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbUuVofJwxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9RYAoaXUyno/s400/Super+Size+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311202284733580050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently watched Super Size Me; yeah I know, I'm late in watching this! Anyway, I'll watch more movies for the upcoming Summer than ever before. Maybe 3-4 movies a week is fine! Yay, I can't wait for vacation! Sometimes, I don't understand why I'm so interested in many things and I wanna gobble them up the moment I see 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In other news, I now have Twitter. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/HapKureyzi"&gt;Follow me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So these are my plans for the upcoming Summer, what are yours? Do you like Photography and if not, would you indulge in it someday? What do you think about people jumping on the Photography bandwagon? Are you underweight or overweight, what do you plan to do about it? Feedbacks about the things I rambled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all are safe. Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-4784877580761777772?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4784877580761777772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=4784877580761777772' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4784877580761777772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/4784877580761777772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/plans-for-summer-hopefully.html' title='Plans for Summer. Hopefully.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SbUg1Bfw8qI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YR8sgFnprLE/s72-c/Nikon+DSLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-3221354855496873060</id><published>2009-03-04T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:30:27.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song yet sung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fort santiago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treaty of paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general jacob h. smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippine-american war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frost/nixon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jai ho'/><title type='text'>Philippine-American War.</title><content type='html'>Yay! Thanks to everyone who commented on my previous &lt;a href="http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/02/fort-santiago-philippine-relic.html"&gt;post &lt;/a&gt;about Fort Santiago, one of my country's most historical tourist spots. I'll probably put up more photos taken from my country in my upcoming posts, just keep them comments coming! :) For now, since we touched a fragment of my country's history in my previous post, I'm gonna talk about the brutalities and other things so if you're easily offended by morbid photos, you're exempted from this blog hahaha. This blog is not intended to show hatred but merely to expand knowledge about the atrocities that once existed but are still happening today, maybe worse, in many parts of the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us first start off with the Philippine-American war which happened in late 1800s and early 1900s. Back then, the Americans wanted Philippines to be one of its territories but during that time while the Filipinos are still recovering from the tyranny of the Spaniards (there was a Treaty of Paris between Spain and America wherein America would have Philippines and Spain would leave), the Filipinos thought that they will gain their freedom but the Americans came, promising a better Philippines. Most of the Filipinos want their freedom, not another conqueror who promises grand things. So the Filipinos revolted, thus the Philippine-American war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sa5BvrXDSXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qXnAJHBwaFA/s1600-h/Kill+everyone+over+ten.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sa5BvrXDSXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qXnAJHBwaFA/s400/Kill+everyone+over+ten.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309253298065459570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;General Jacob H. Smith: Kill Every One Over Ten published in the New York journal cartoon. The bottom of the caption exclaimed "Criminals Because They Were Born Ten Years Before We Took the Philippines." Some American Generals in the Philippines passed negative news to the American Press. Negative, I mean made-up stories of Filipinos punishing Americans. The first Philippine President asked 4 reporters:  two English, one Canadian, and a Japanese to investigate regarding the said Filipino atrocities. The reporters after a while claimed that American prisoners were treated more like guests instead of criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sa5ERexrAzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3ZKjhr4KFQk/s1600-h/battle+of+manila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sa5ERexrAzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3ZKjhr4KFQk/s400/battle+of+manila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309256077826261810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Battle of Manila, Filipinos dead. If I'm not mistaken, this happened near my town or in my town.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sa5GoRPN3YI/AAAAAAAAAII/i3K75EhSLq8/s1600-h/manila+ruins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sa5GoRPN3YI/AAAAAAAAAII/i3K75EhSLq8/s400/manila+ruins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309258668352331138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bombing of Manila by the Americans.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sa5HKIq837I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SLW-8SBdB7A/s1600-h/filipino+begging+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sa5HKIq837I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SLW-8SBdB7A/s400/filipino+begging+food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309259250168291250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Filipino begging food (note how thin she is and the woman beside her holding an infant) to an American soldier.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sa5IaUYBYjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ph0NqvppW3A/s1600-h/garrote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sa5IaUYBYjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ph0NqvppW3A/s400/garrote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309260627699655218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Garrote. Has a record of killing over thirty men. A machine for the destruction of a human's neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end, as always, loser by default, the Philippines lost the war to another race (not because of morals but because of the lack of equipments). After the Americans declared their power over the Philippines, the grand things they promised (for the progress of the Philippines) were done indeed; maybe that's why a lot of Filipinos love Americans and have burning hatred for the Japanese. The Americans brought their culture and lifestyle to the Philippines and the Filipinos quickly adopted it and before long, they were spoiled. The Japanese on the other hand did nothing but trampled over Filipino pride which will be discussed on my next blog so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In other news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; My classes will end on March 11 so after that, I'm no longer a Computer Science student but a BS Psychology student. Now wish me luck! Anyone notice the huge gap between computers and psychology? lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'm crossing days on the calendar! Regular classes will end this Friday but will continue until March 11 for other tests. I actually can't wait for this term. I'm excited for new adventures once I switch schools! New friends and new environment! I'm gonna be sad because I'm leaving all of my great friends in my current school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished Cecelia Ahern's Thanks for the Memories yesterday. I love her books because I get involved in her make believe world wherein fairy tales and happy endings take place! I need books like these from time to time. I started Song Yet Sung by James McBride and bought Aravind Adiga's White Tiger which I have read before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Slumdog Millionaire fans! You can now buy Jai Ho (English version AR Rahman ft. The Pussycat Dolls) on iTunes! It's a golden track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Recently watched Frost/Nixon (brilliantly executed, loved Frank Langella's performance!) and Bolt (I need animations from time to time! The film was brilliant, by the way! It kinda lacked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; in various parts. But worth watching, one of the best animated films. Madagascar Escape 2 Africa is still my favorite, though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Much Love,&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/167695065439781180-3221354855496873060?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3221354855496873060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=3221354855496873060' title='101 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3221354855496873060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/3221354855496873060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/03/philippine-american-war.html' title='Philippine-American War.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sa5BvrXDSXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qXnAJHBwaFA/s72-c/Kill+everyone+over+ten.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>101</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-7119128304246546769</id><published>2009-02-27T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T04:47:12.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kalesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSP cam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ilog pasig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fort santiago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jose rizal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeepney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='americans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippine history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world war II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soldiers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spaniards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila metropolitan church'/><title type='text'>Fort Santiago: a Philippine relic.</title><content type='html'>In my previous blog, I talked about The Oscars and some of my favorite vintage movies and you can take a look at that in &lt;a href="http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscars.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. For this blog, I'm gonna talk about something educational, I'm gonna take you to a fragment from the Philippine History, back in a time when the Philippines was under the tyrannical rule of the Spaniards for 333 years, since they landed in the Philippine shores in 1521 (thanks, Leah); back in a time when the Japanese bombarded Manila during the World War II and with it the once magnificent Fort Santiago, Rajah Sulayman's Fort during the Pre-Spanish times, fortified by the Spaniards when they conquered the Philippines, was also bombed and mercilessly destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I went to Fort Santiago for my school project; this is the first time in a long time I visited one of the country's historical tourist spots. Here are some pretty amateur photos only taken by a PSP cam as I have no professional camera but planning to buy one in the future lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sajy_DFZmyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yXUoLe0tJDM/s1600-h/DSC02071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sajy_DFZmyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yXUoLe0tJDM/s400/DSC02071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307759325829765922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took this photo while inside a Taxi. You can see a Jeepney, a kind of public transportation (which originated from leftovers of US Military Jeeps in World War II) and Jollibee on the right side (a fast food chain which also originated from the Philippines and is currently expanding in the US).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SajzhBFVvVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-q1dZDMDPBU/s1600-h/DSC02072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SajzhBFVvVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-q1dZDMDPBU/s400/DSC02072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307759909408193874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken from a moving Taxi. This is the infamous Jose Rizal (our national hero) Monument, in where he was shot by the Spaniards for fighting for his country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj0WCO44RI/AAAAAAAAAFw/d5VrFHvV_CE/s1600-h/DSC02074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj0WCO44RI/AAAAAAAAAFw/d5VrFHvV_CE/s400/DSC02074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307760820249747730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manila Metropolitan Church. Again taken from a moving Taxi LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj0orxeOKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yET_-Zp-dlA/s1600-h/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj0orxeOKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yET_-Zp-dlA/s400/DSC02078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307761140638300322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalesa, &lt;/span&gt;a carriage, used in the old times, most especially by the rich Filipino Families and the Spaniards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj1cARnzHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/b4hMPH2yM1I/s1600-h/DSC02081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj1cARnzHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/b4hMPH2yM1I/s400/DSC02081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307762022315183218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the moat surrounding the fort. Note the buildings at the far back. Irony LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj2hUPmiCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ti79ac9ndrs/s1600-h/DSC02086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj2hUPmiCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ti79ac9ndrs/s400/DSC02086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307763213086394402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a painting by someone whose name I forgot lol. This is Jose Rizal, our national hero, getting shot by Filipino soldiers and in the back of these Filipino Soldiers were Spanish soldiers ready to shoot them if they hesitate to shoot the hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj3mqcGPJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WMP9FGxG1Cg/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj3mqcGPJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WMP9FGxG1Cg/s400/DSC02109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307764404455357586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the quality. People are not allowed to enter this door. This was the room Jose Rizal stayed, awaiting his death.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj44G7dCgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ft_1s4WKbUw/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj44G7dCgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ft_1s4WKbUw/s400/DSC02110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307765803672472066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too much greenery lol. Just outside the Jose Rizal Shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj5RJoH_TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Dqp5Gy6vSVc/s1600-h/DSC02111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Saj5RJoH_TI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Dqp5Gy6vSVc/s400/DSC02111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307766233893436722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stone Walls (note the Romanesque Architecture) and a pathway leading somewhere lol. Photo was taken behind bars as this place seemed restricted.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakC0cnEUsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fzGZq0SeKjM/s1600-h/DSC02130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakC0cnEUsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fzGZq0SeKjM/s400/DSC02130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307776735889347266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On this site lies the mortal remains of approximately 600 Filipino and American Soldiers who were victims of the Japanese invasion of the fort.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakDfSuvLmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8s7GTlTXFcI/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakDfSuvLmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8s7GTlTXFcI/s400/DSC02132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307777471971536482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking up, I saw the sun shining amidst the tree branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakE_93FFuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XyDMPABq5aU/s1600-h/DSC02136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakE_93FFuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XyDMPABq5aU/s400/DSC02136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307779132816692962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steps leading down to the dungeon. This was actually a vault for storing weapons and ammunition then later converted to a prison cell. I can't bear to go further as it felt really creepy and cold LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakGcnciyUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bzIyAXeTB14/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakGcnciyUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bzIyAXeTB14/s400/DSC02140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307780724527647042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The infamous Ilog Pasig or the Pasig River, the longest river in the Philippines, connecting several places. There was a time when people bathe, wash their clothes and drink water from the river but now it's impossible as the water is now murky, muddy and grimy LOL. There are now cleaning campaigns, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakIOjgAzEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/x8wOlT5VmG0/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakIOjgAzEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/x8wOlT5VmG0/s400/DSC02151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307782681973541954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it just me or the subject is really beautiful LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakJDbQ49vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x65P2xwU0Gg/s1600-h/DSC02160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakJDbQ49vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x65P2xwU0Gg/s400/DSC02160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307783590295697138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The park that will welcome you once you go inside Fort Santiago. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakI9Xj8xqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6FbSh9-3JJ0/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakI9Xj8xqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6FbSh9-3JJ0/s400/DSC02157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307783486222681762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think these were used by the Filipino and American soldiers or maybe the Japanese LOL. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakKB27n21I/AAAAAAAAAHw/vGs5YUHzHpw/s1600-h/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SakKB27n21I/AAAAAAAAAHw/vGs5YUHzHpw/s400/DSC02162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307784662874577746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close-up of the kalesa. After I took this photo, the guy behind the reins&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do a re-take with him smiling LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Phew, done! LOL. As I made my way home, I imagined how the Filipinos lived during the old times, just being bullied and discriminated by the Spaniards and how we are ultimately looked down as people who are illiterate and stupid and useless. Then came the Japanese who treated Filipinos, especially women, like pigs. Filipinos are always the underdogs, always falling servants and slaves to any race in the world. We are literally free as a state but are slaves to foreign products and practices. Most Filipinos actually adopt the style of the foreigners and forgetting their roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love and I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did working on it. Do give feedbacks! :)&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/167695065439781180-7119128304246546769?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7119128304246546769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=7119128304246546769' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7119128304246546769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/7119128304246546769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/02/fort-santiago-philippine-relic.html' title='Fort Santiago: a Philippine relic.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/Sajy_DFZmyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yXUoLe0tJDM/s72-c/DSC02071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-8469943910089725843</id><published>2009-02-23T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:41:57.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tina fey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taraji p. henson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugh jackman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate winslet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penelope cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miley cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LBM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academy awards'/><title type='text'>The Oscars and some Vintage Movies.</title><content type='html'>Damn the word verification thing. I removed that feature as there are no spammers anyway... so far. So sorry for the inconvenience but I encountered the problem in other blogs too. So the problem must be Blogger. So that's why I didn't receive comments yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a really bad case of LBM this morning that's why I excused myself from my only class today... just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, I'm mighty glad that the President declared a National Holiday yesterday so I was able to watch the 81st Academy Awards which aired at 7AM in here. I woke up at 6.30AM, just for this thing. Hey, I'm a lover of films so I can't miss this for the world! Anyway, here are my rants and raves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SaOjHRv4GNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Gay7xVhPOMg/s1600-h/Miley+Cyrus+costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SaOjHRv4GNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Gay7xVhPOMg/s320/Miley+Cyrus+costume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306264131391199442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seriously. What is up with Miley Cyrus? Her dress looks fabulous from the belt up but the other half is simply ridiculous. I LOLed at some comments from Yahoo, here are some of them just for fun:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;"Has she been to the UK to see the queen? If so, she looks as if she's wearing the curtains from the queen's kitchen." - Cougar K&lt;br /&gt;"yes, i hate her, now she looks like a human christmas tree in the beginning of March!!" - Loretta&lt;br /&gt;"Miley! Stop! Don't let them take over your young and impressionable mind! You can do it... you can dress yourself. Next time, remember you are 16 , not 50!" - Rmk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's probably one of the worst dressed I've seen in the event. Runner-ups include Mickey Rourke (could have been better!) and Philip Seymour Hoffman's cap.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best dressed: Angelina Jolie who looked extravagant in her rather simple but elegant gown, Penelope Cruz who looked absolutely stunning, Taraji P. Henson who looked very classy with her sassy hairdo and elegant white gown and Hugh Jackman who absolutely looked dashing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugh Jackman was a very good host, he kept me entertained with his little intermission numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slumdog Millionaire bagged 8 Oscars (including Best Motion Picture) and everyone involved in the film deserve this success. Hoping to see more of Freida Pinto! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SaOoNXIp3WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bRxEFmgGyKY/s1600-h/Penelope+Cruz+Oscars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SaOoNXIp3WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bRxEFmgGyKY/s320/Penelope+Cruz+Oscars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306269733474655586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm glad Penelope Cruz took home an Oscar. When she got on stage and delivered her speech, I can't help but melt because of her to-die-for Spanish accent. Definitely the Spanish Enchantress!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yay, Kate Winslet finally took home an Oscar. Damn it, give her ten more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The short film starring James Franco and Seth Rogen was funny. They laughed whenever there's drama on-screen, especially scenes from Doubt, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button received 13 nominations and bagged 3 Oscars. I'm glad Brad Pitt didn't win Best Actor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was touched with Queen Latifah's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tina Fey was hilarious and awesome, paired with Steve Martin. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jack Black, Robert Pattinson and Adrien Brody didn't bother to shave or fix their hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think Sarah Jessica Parker's dress is ridiculous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heath Ledger deserves the Posthumous Oscar Award.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's pretty much it. And Beyonce's gold and black gown is really beautiful but sort of exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, since we're talking about films, let me just post my favorite classic movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SaO1I6ZKCiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Enyx0jGg8b8/s1600-h/Audrey+hepburn+breakfast+at+tiffany%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SaO1I6ZKCiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Enyx0jGg8b8/s320/Audrey+hepburn+breakfast+at+tiffany%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306283950690929186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast At Tiffany's. &lt;/span&gt;Starring highly-acclaimed Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will never forget when Audrey Hepburn, looking out at the road, sings Moon River while George Peppard looks on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never read Truman Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's but I'm planning to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lead actress was originally Marilyn Monroe but her agent said that it's not good for her image to portray Holly Golightly (she smokes, drinks, etc.) so the role went to Audrey Hepburn instead and I'm glad it did. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SaO1Xpjux_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/cPXLlseGR8Y/s1600-h/gregory+peck+to+kill+a+mockingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SaO1Xpjux_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/cPXLlseGR8Y/s320/gregory+peck+to+kill+a+mockingbird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306284203869915122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird. &lt;/span&gt;Starring Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch, Mary Badham as Jean Louise "Scout" Finch and Phillip Alford as Jem. (I forgot his real name lol but it was something like Jeremy Finch?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have read the book but enjoyed the movie more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a shame that the two kids who played Scout and Jem were not very successful in their career. I've read somewhere that Mary Badham continues to visit schools to promote the film and relive it while Phillip Alford is involved in a construction work thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As far as I know, this is the only book that Harper Lee was able to publish. She was really good friends with Truman Capote, writer of the mentioned Breakfast At Tiffany's. (Got that info from the Capote film, starring Philip Seymour Hoffman. It's a film about In Cold Blood and his struggles.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SaO1wXpL7HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pQcoIRop3xs/s1600-h/gone+with+the+wind+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SaO1wXpL7HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pQcoIRop3xs/s320/gone+with+the+wind+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306284628557687922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone With The Wind.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Starring Vivien Leigh as Katie Scarlett O'Hara and Clark Gable as Rhett Butler&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Based on Margaret Mitchell's Gone With The Wind.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wow. This has got to be the best movie I've seen all my life. I have read the book and I was caught up in the mania leading me to this film. Margaret Mitchell captured every single detail of the South's triumphs and defeats, a war novel that is never boring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know all of the characters (perhaps close to a hundred) by heart as they are all memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could go on and on about Gone With The Wind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vivien Leigh was perfect as Scarlett O'Hara. Perhaps because she is a lover of the acclaimed war novel. She embodied Scarlett's braveness and selfishness, among other qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favorite Line: "As God Is My Witness, I'll never be hungry again!" - Scarlett O'Hara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the book as it is. I refuse to read Rhett Butler's People and Scarlett as they were not written by Margaret Mitchell. She's the only one who knows how to manipulate the characters as it's her own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you, what do you think about the Oscars, any rants and raves? Worst and best dressed? People who should not be there? Feel free to share your favorite vintage movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/167695065439781180-8469943910089725843?l=hapkureyzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8469943910089725843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=167695065439781180&amp;postID=8469943910089725843' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8469943910089725843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/167695065439781180/posts/default/8469943910089725843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapkureyzi.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscars.html' title='The Oscars and some Vintage Movies.'/><author><name>HalfCrazy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/TMRVDxg-kwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/50R8fjfLxgc/S220/DSC_7949.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SaOjHRv4GNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Gay7xVhPOMg/s72-c/Miley+Cyrus+costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167695065439781180.post-6209130817997441067</id><published>2009-02-20T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:21:46.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicole scherzinger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best motion picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AR rahman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danny boyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussycat dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academy awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol season 8'/><title type='text'>Academy Awards, AI Season 8 and...Boob slip?</title><content type='html'>My, how those days pass by! Time for me to blog again, then! For this blog, I'm going back to my usual ramblings about things that caught my interest since my previous blog. So here's the menu for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies: &lt;/span&gt;Academy Awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music: &lt;/span&gt;Nicole Scherzinger of the Pussycat Dolls: Wardrobe malfunction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV Show: &lt;/span&gt;American Idol Season 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SZ6do1wG8LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/d4iDytNaA98/s1600-h/Academy+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDuxhgCEJu0/SZ6do1wG8LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/d4iDytNaA98/s320/Academy+Award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304850736038211762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Academy Awards. &lt;/span&gt;Now this has got to be the most prestigious awards show in the Film Industry. For every category, there are 5 nominees and they are chosen from perhaps hundreds of good films out there. Just being nominated for a category also feels like winning an Oscar but perhaps not as great as winning one, (or more!) though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/d
