<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:42:51.051-07:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Food and Cooking'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Daily'/><category term='Friendster'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>T.</title><subtitle type='html'>Blah blah blah.. you'll know me for sure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-6647530691658516761</id><published>2009-06-18T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:39:23.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/SjsV1DA9qrI/AAAAAAAAADk/8CxTt-pavyY/s1600-h/DSC01829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/SjsV1DA9qrI/AAAAAAAAADk/8CxTt-pavyY/s320/DSC01829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348892983519193778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep fried chicken with Parmesan Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;(From Ludy's House of Chicken, LB)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-6647530691658516761?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/6647530691658516761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/06/deep-fried-chicken-with-parmesan-cheese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/6647530691658516761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/6647530691658516761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/06/deep-fried-chicken-with-parmesan-cheese.html' title=''/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/SjsV1DA9qrI/AAAAAAAAADk/8CxTt-pavyY/s72-c/DSC01829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-413063293175334409</id><published>2009-05-16T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:32:33.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>xxi.</title><content type='html'>Finally, I went out. We went to Southmall and Festival Mall late afternoon and I can say I had fun (and felt miserable too, but I'll spill the details later) There was a car show event at Festival so my brother tagged me along to watch drifting. It was super cool to watch that I even want to ride on a car while drifting. Though the car tires are screeching, and the smell of burnt tires were everywhere, you won't notice those anymore because of the excitement and nervousness while the cars are doing drift. I must admit that my heart was pounding hard while watching! LOL We also watched toy car drifting competition. It was nice to see remote-controlled cars do it though of course, no screeching noises and burnt smell. The toy cars were so cute and cool because some of them have sparky tires and HID headlights. Obviously, the owners of those cars spent a huge amount of money to design them. My mom enjoyed watching too to the point that we spent too much time there already that we forgot to go to the supermarket. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the bad part, I feel so deprived right now. I want a lot of things but I can't get them due to financial reasons. It's hard to be stucked at home not saving enough money to support my expenses. LOL I want good food, a nice dessert will do, like cheesecake or any nice tasting slice of cake. I want to eat at a nice restaurant, Old Spaghetti house perhaps. I want to shop for clothes, or books even though I am lazy to read right now. I want to unwind. I want to relax. And I know, food is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've been eyeing on this Rayban shades online for quite some time now. And I saw one at the mall. I asked the price and it was friggin' 8k bucks. I wish I could save that much money! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/Sg7cEU4ejuI/AAAAAAAAADc/U8a9413q04g/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/Sg7cEU4ejuI/AAAAAAAAADc/U8a9413q04g/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336444575363796706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the brown one though. It's nice diba? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-413063293175334409?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/413063293175334409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/05/xxi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/413063293175334409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/413063293175334409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/05/xxi.html' title='xxi.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/Sg7cEU4ejuI/AAAAAAAAADc/U8a9413q04g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-1105000645414822910</id><published>2009-05-12T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T04:52:47.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Ano ang ginagawa sa mga bagay na nawawala? Hinahanap. Ano ang ginagawa kapag hindi mo mahanap? Pinapalitan. Ano ang ginagawa kapag hindi mo mapalitan? Kinakalimutan. Ano ang ginagawa sa mga bagay na nawawala na hindi mo mahanap, hindi mo mapalitan at hindi mo makalimutan? Tinatanggap.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-random quote on FaceBook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-1105000645414822910?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/1105000645414822910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/05/ano-ang-ginagawa-sa-mga-bagay-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/1105000645414822910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/1105000645414822910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/05/ano-ang-ginagawa-sa-mga-bagay-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-6447339558075483779</id><published>2009-04-25T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:47:53.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>xix.</title><content type='html'>Since boyfriend and I settled the most troubling issues between us (which obviously I won't elaborate) I have to think of something new and sweet surprise for our third anniversary. Though it's almost three months away, I need to have a plan to make it super extra special. And sadly, I don't have the slightest idea. Plus, I also need another for his birthday which is 5 months away. I know, that one was so far away but I know I'll be very busy once I get back to school. I don't really need to get it done as early as now. You know, I just need ideas. Hmm, I think I'll go ask guy friends for this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super excited. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-6447339558075483779?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/6447339558075483779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/6447339558075483779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/6447339558075483779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xix.html' title='xix.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-8083552387227113712</id><published>2009-04-14T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:19:20.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>xviii.</title><content type='html'>I was able to finally experience one of the top things I wanted to pursue and it's soccer. I had so much fun but sad because it has to end. The experience was so short and it left me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bitin&lt;/span&gt;. And it saddens me more to watch soccer commercials on TV because I miss playing already. I want to continue playing like trying out for varsity team but I don't know how to squeeze it in my forever hectic schedule. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-8083552387227113712?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/8083552387227113712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xviii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/8083552387227113712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/8083552387227113712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xviii.html' title='xviii.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-120614209006181944</id><published>2009-04-13T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:28:04.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>xvii.</title><content type='html'>Finally. I have a Facebook account already! After months of debating with myself, I finally signed up. But I'd still update my very old Friendster account. Though for obvious reasons, Facebook is way cooler, I still love Friendster because of its people. It can actually pass off as entertainment for me especially when bored. You can try it too, look for Friendster groups of emo, punks and whatnot and you'll find yourself entertained, or maybe annoyed. LOL But it's fun. At least for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-120614209006181944?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/120614209006181944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xvii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/120614209006181944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/120614209006181944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xvii.html' title='xvii.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-3117331798597010094</id><published>2009-04-10T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:20:05.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>xvi. I want to have a baby! Now na!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, seriously. A baby. An infant. Yaknoe, who wails and you breastfeed. I know this is a stupid idea but yeah, I want to have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, don't get me wrong. Though I want to have a baby, I am &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; doing anything to make it happen. Srsly. Cross my heart. And I am not at all planning anything to make it happen. Srsly again. Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may ask what made me think of having one when some are afraid of having it since it would mean responsibility. A BIG one. So I'll answer you with this: I have friends, a few, that at an early age have babies already and I found their babies cute. Except for the fact that they are sometimes a pain in the ass. But I don't think it'll be that hard since they are cute and cuddly like teddy bears or something. Plus, I think it's a great joy to see your baby walk for the first time, or talk for the first time and do funny things. The baby's progress is something more than lovely to witness. And it keeps you busy and happy (I guess) at the same time. Plus, it inspires you to do good in whatever you do to ensure a bright future for your baby. Yeah, that's it. I envy them for they have babies to make them happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I am not saying that I am unhappy or uninspired or a lazy ass who has nothing to do so she's looking for some BIG responsibility to keep her busy. It's not like that. MMkay? And again, I am not (at all) planning to have one right now or soon. I can't fakken have one because I don't have money to begin with. I can't even buy myself a cute dress or a book. And I know that I do not know how hard it is to have a baby because you have to give up a lot of things which I may not be ready yet to do so but I know that it's fulfilling to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot of things to keep in mind and a lot more things to accomplish. I am not even halfway through with my list so it's not possible at this point in time. Maybe 3-5 years from now after everything's stable enough to support a family then that's it. But DUH, that's toooo long. I am excited to have a baby. I want one now :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-3117331798597010094?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/3117331798597010094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xvi-i-want-to-have-baby-now-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/3117331798597010094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/3117331798597010094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xvi-i-want-to-have-baby-now-na.html' title='xvi. I want to have a baby! Now na!'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-924423520172783452</id><published>2009-04-08T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:27:47.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>xv.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I don’t mind if I spend the whole day in front of my old and rusty laptop or stick a book under my nose. I would want those better than to go out and catch all the harmful rays possible. You see, I am not one of the people who celebrate summer with a pail, shovel, stringed bikinis and whatnot. I am a summer hater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three weeks, I mostly stayed inside the house and I hate it when I have to visit school to accomplish something. My way to school is an hour and a half jeepney ride. 45 minutes on the first jeep and another on the second jeep. I really don’t mind commuting in the morning but I hate it when I have to go back at afternoon. It’s like a package deal here. You don’t get the heat alone but you also have to experience the carbon monoxide congested air (ooh, breathe it) and it’s too much to bear already. It’s enough to make you go ballistic and scream (at the top of your lungs) every cuss word you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of this? You’ll experience this sticky feeling as if you’re a pig. Then you’ll witness how a white handkerchief/towel turns into a brown (or worse, black) one from all the dirt you have collected after walking for 30 seconds under the blazing sun and jeepneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I have to commute everyday to school, I’ll just hang myself and die. That’s how much I hate summer. One great way to experience hell here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Progress report!&lt;br /&gt;I am now fakken sick. Literally! I think I have collected enough germs to make me sick. I am still suffering from flu and I fakken hate it like hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-924423520172783452?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/924423520172783452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/924423520172783452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/924423520172783452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xv.html' title='xv.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-3764230658534761566</id><published>2009-04-06T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:39:21.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>xiv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/r-nichols/FWFAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/r-nichols/FWFAS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This book, &lt;a href="http://www.nationalbookstore.com/shop/products.asp?merchant_code=NBS&amp;categ=106&amp;product=11876"&gt;French Women for All Seasons&lt;/a&gt; written by Mireille Guiliano, is one of the books I wish I own. And I saw this once and it was on sale for fuckin' P50 on National Bookstore. I held it in my arms then I remembered that I don't have money with me, even a single cent. So I left it for a while then went out of the store to look for my mom to ask her for money. Then when I came back to finally pay for it, I can't find it anymore. Instead, I saw a girl holding it and I was really fucking devastated! I was drowning in regrets for leaving it. I wasn't out that long! It was just like, 2 minutes! So yeah, I stalked the girl around the store waiting for her to put down that book, wishing she would change her mind and realize that she doesn't want that book at all and look for something else. But she didn't because she paid for it after some time. And there goes my book... and I left the store with a broken heart. I even tried looking for it in Book Sale but there's no trace of that book there. So I left again, with a heart crushed into minute particles already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When boyfriend and I visited the National Bookstore in Las Pinas, I saw that book again. Not on sale but hoping to see a P50 tag on it, I was filled with hope, I was gaining happiness, Oh redemption, but WTF?! It costs P945! I just fuckin' saw it weeks ago with a tag of P50! How could that be!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, for the third time, I left the store again, with unimaginably more broken heart. I was more than devastated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-3764230658534761566?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/3764230658534761566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xiv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/3764230658534761566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/3764230658534761566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xiv.html' title='xiv.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-8583701594966824591</id><published>2009-04-04T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:45:16.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>xiii. Cebu Experience</title><content type='html'>Finally, as in SUPER finally, I got the chance to visit one of the few places on my list, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cebu"&gt;Cebu&lt;/a&gt; though I can't deny the fact that it was just a business trip but it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/SddwpvNvl2I/AAAAAAAAACw/gW_9NPqoQQ4/s1600-h/DSC01386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/SddwpvNvl2I/AAAAAAAAACw/gW_9NPqoQQ4/s200/DSC01386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320845347112589154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, it was definitely my first time to ride an airplane. So my Ignorance Level went down by an inch. Ha-ha. We  boarded Cebu Pacific Friday morning. The trip was an hour and a half and we landed on time. I was super sleepy because I was awake the whole night and I don't think it was because I was really THAT excited. No, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's office mate, MarHlon (let's emphasize the H), welcomed us and he became our tour guide as well. He's good since he's a Cebuano so he shared with us stories about the places we visited (and about his personal life also). He converse with the people who can't speak Tagalog and he negotiated with the taxi drivers and everything else to make our trip a whole lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole day, I am trying to keep myself up because I am in Cebu. I don't want to waste the chance of being there by catching z's. We didn't even stayed in the hotel after arriving. We went straight to her work after we checked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/SdeJx7FVa5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8nl5IQNqEKs/s1600-h/DSC01463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/SdeJx7FVa5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8nl5IQNqEKs/s200/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320872975528192914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I've said earlier, Cebu is undoubtedly beautiful. Even with its industrialized environment, it's clean and the air is breathable unlike in Manila. The place is divided into groups. There are places that are filled with industries and factories, some are for leisure and some are for restaurants and other food shacks. MarHlon said that Cebu is a good place for businesses. Obviously, it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nice thing in Cebu is the traffic. The irritating and nerve wracking traffic in Manila doesn't exist in Cebu! A 10-minute trip in Manila can just be 5 minutes in Cebu. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are A LOT of places you can visit here. But unfortunately, I wasn't able to. We tried to visit Tops. MarHlon said that it is the highest point in Cebu where you can see the whole and breath-taking view of the island. The taxi tried really hard to make it up there and sometimes, the car would go backwards. Then after a few tries, we finally made it to the top but we left the place too soon. The caretaker told us that we will not be able to see anything because of the thick fog so yeah, we threw away P800 for the taxi fare and we almost died of heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/Sdd1Ov1UH2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZiOmr7xhWFU/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/Sdd1Ov1UH2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZiOmr7xhWFU/s200/DSC01404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320850380980232034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite part :) A ate a little close to too much. LOLerskates. On our first day, I ate a lot of Lechon. We had our lunch at Vista Mar (where Alma Moreno got married, but I don't care so I won't talk about her) The place is nice and the food too. They serve this very yummy and crispy Lechon Kawali. And they also have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tinolang Bisaya&lt;/span&gt; (Bisaya because of the native chicken) which is nice tasting as well. Though the food is quite &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shala&lt;/span&gt; because of course, the place is really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shala&lt;/span&gt; as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our dinner, we ate at this eat-all-you-can restaurant called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Royal Concourse&lt;/span&gt;. It's a big place with many dishes to choose from. Plus, it's very affordable. It only costs P168 per head and I assure you, you'll get very full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/Sdd5eZ6lJ6I/AAAAAAAAADA/znFpJt9Sp6k/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/Sdd5eZ6lJ6I/AAAAAAAAADA/znFpJt9Sp6k/s200/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320855048021157794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, MarHlon brought us to this nice, open place where they serve grilled foods. You choose, they grill. They have nice tasting barbecues and they have this juice they call Fruit Twister. You'll have your drink and a dessert of real fruits at the same time. Very yummy. I think I had three glasses of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cebu is also known for its Lechon. &lt;a href="http://kainpinoy.com/2008/08/best-cebu-lechon/"&gt;CnT lechon&lt;/a&gt; is famous for its very yummy lechon. I've tasted one before and now we bought it ourselves. Imagine, it was just 11 am and they ran out of lechons already. The place is filled with people and you have to get your number and you really have to wait before they can entertain your order. MarHlon said, reservations are sometimes necessary to ensure you'll have Lechon to bring home because it's really in demand. Another thing, CnT serves &lt;a href="http://www.cebucentral.com/bestofcebu/Puso.html"&gt;Puso Rice&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://foodnutritionculture.blogspot.com"&gt;Professor Narciso&lt;/a&gt; discussed in her past lectures about this and it was nice to finally see one as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also bought &lt;a href="http://www.cebucentral.com/bestofcebu/Otap.html"&gt;Otap&lt;/a&gt; and dried mangoes at &lt;a href="http://www.reviewstream.com/reviews/?p=43007"&gt;Shamrock&lt;/a&gt;, known for these delicacies that even in souvenir shops, it's the brand they sell. I haven't tasted one yet, maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other foods known in Cebu is the &lt;a href="http://www.cebucentral.com/bestofcebu/Danggit.html"&gt;danggit&lt;/a&gt;. Good thing, my parents have a friend who lives near the hotel where we stayed so she stopped by and brought a lot of them for free. I don't really like fish but my brother told me Cebu's danggit is incomparably delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can really say that Cebuanos are very nice and accommodating. Though they were talking in &lt;s&gt;Parseltongue&lt;/s&gt; Bisaya, they are not hard to get along with. The taxi drivers that I've encountered during my stay were nice and they were not opportunists and scary bastards like in Manila. They are not also choosy about their passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of Cebu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/SdeFzT1dlpI/AAAAAAAAADI/9ziMN9TdyPw/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/SdeFzT1dlpI/AAAAAAAAADI/9ziMN9TdyPw/s200/DSC01408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320868601305863826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things that caught my attention is their mode of transport. Jeepneys are not very common here because they use Multicabs instead and some are colored in bright pink and green (also available in other colors! LOL). Also, buses here are relatively small than the buses that I know of. It's cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Cebu still has a lot to offer to its tourists and yes, I'll be coming back to experience those and be a complete tourist. Though it's much better if you're with a local Cebuano to show you places and to guide you with the tour. Though you can converse with them in English or Tagalog, conversations and negotiations are easily made when someone can do the talking in Cebuano. Plus, you don't really need to take expensive taxi rides all the time to go to places (though taxi is sometimes necessary) So there, there is still a lot more to see and experience in Cebu and I assure you'll keep on coming back for more. Be back there around June. I'll keep my fingers crossed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-8583701594966824591?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/8583701594966824591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xiii-cebu-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/8583701594966824591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/8583701594966824591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/04/xiii-cebu-experience.html' title='xiii. Cebu Experience'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/SddwpvNvl2I/AAAAAAAAACw/gW_9NPqoQQ4/s72-c/DSC01386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-5885845490047667470</id><published>2009-03-31T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:10:54.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>xii.</title><content type='html'>There are two emotions I hate feeling: worry and jealousy. Right now, I'm jealous of someone I clearly shouldn't be jealous of. When I think of the reason why, obviously it's very irrational. But I don't know. I hate this feeling but I can't help it. I'm getting more paranoid every minute and it's nerve-wracking. I try to give myself reasons to stop this nonsense but I can't even convince myself with the reasons I came up with. I don't know. It's sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-5885845490047667470?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/5885845490047667470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/xii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/5885845490047667470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/5885845490047667470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/xii.html' title='xii.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-5409498354800565567</id><published>2009-03-29T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:32:32.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>xi.</title><content type='html'>Mom and I went malling today after going to church. I actually planned to go to the salon to get my hair fixed and for some serious treatment and to relax myself too. But for some reason, I failed to do so. Then mom and I went around the mall looking for something nice to wear on our upcoming Cebu &lt;s&gt;business&lt;/s&gt; trip. It's sad because there are a lot of nice clothes but it's either the pieces are too expensive or it doesn't suit me because of my frame. I have huge upper body and calves. So my style is limited to the usual boring shirt and jeans. Also, the mall is too small so the options are very limited. I ended up buying a dress that is a little formal and also, quite expensive for me. My mom liked it so that would mean I don't. We're very opposite in our taste for clothes and on everything. I bought a nice dangling earrings that she didn't like so that would mean I like it. She follows my advices but I don't follow hers. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a little money with me and I plan to spend it next week. I'll go shopping on my own. Blah. It sucks being poor and jobless x(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-5409498354800565567?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/5409498354800565567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/xi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/5409498354800565567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/5409498354800565567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/xi.html' title='xi.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-739913445849118187</id><published>2009-03-27T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:04:36.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>x.</title><content type='html'>Dear 30 y.o. me,&lt;br /&gt;Hello, how are you? There are A LOT of things I wish you've accomplished by this time. Ten years is quite long to finally put a check on your long list of plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the simple things, I wish you had the Food Books you wished you owned years back. I hope you're well paid to afford the things you want to own so you don't need to be sponsored by your parents and brother (who probably needs to look after his family now) because you're old enough to be sponsored, btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I wish you know how to cook properly. With all the proportions in check and please, stop wasting your inventories with inedible dishes you can't even eat. I think you should know by now how to eat vegetables and you finally have decided to move back to earth. You've been living in Mars all your life so come back home and eat what other people eat. Stop being the weirdest food lover. You should know by now that there are a lot more recipes out there than chicken and pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you pursued medicine because you were so sure of that back when you were in High School. In a snap, you know that's what you want to be when you grow up. But if not because you were too lazy and afraid of the huge pressure Medicine might bring. I hope you're happy with your career as a Nutritionist.. and nothing else. No, I hope you didn't pursue being a supermarket cashier. I know how hard you worked back in college to end up in some grocery store busy with product bar codes and the like. I know you wished to be one but that was when you're so young and stupid. You don't know much back then. And I know how much you want to help the young and needy, you shouldn't forget that. That will be the nicest thing you can do to bring back all the good things God blessed you with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't overwork. Make time for yourself, family and friends. I know you need money for so many things you want but nothing beats quality time with your loved ones. Don't stress yourself too much. Learn how to breathe and unwind. I know you hate stress but don't be too lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're able to visit Batanes and other places in the Philippines. For heaven's sake, I wish you reached farther than Bulacan, Los Banos or Pangasinan. And I hope you were able to visit Cebu to be finally a tourist. Not some child who begged her mother who's on a business trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you're happily married right now with your lovely kids, Seth and Cielo or maybe Ciara Alexa. Or if not, you should marry soon or else end up alone forever. Don't keep him waiting or he might change his mind and marry someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still too nice to people and still dealing with assholes that were once the free-riders you encountered in college? I hope not. They grow up too, just like you, but they are in the form of irresponsible gits you encounter in your work. But still, do not forget to be nice to people who deserves to be treated well. You know, just don't be too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you made your parents happy and proud. You should have traveled with Mom and bought her clothes and bags and all the things you wished you were able to give her given enough funds. I hope they are well taken care of. Still lively and healthy. You should not forget that what you fear most and that is to disappoint them. You know you shouldn't. Make sure that you get what they need and don't ever forget to spend time with them even if you're busy with work and family if you already have one. Treat them lunch or dinner or by preparing them with your edible dishes intended for human consumption. Always love and respect them like what you always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to pray. You've gone too far babe and don't forget that this will never be possible without His help. He blessed you a lot so you should learn to be responsible. Do not forget to thank Him everyday, and make time going to church and attend mass every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much what I wanna tell you. Just always be good and stop being a pain in the ass. You're grown up already. Stop kidding yourself with your age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love,&lt;br /&gt;Me of '09 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired by Kring's &lt;a href="http://www.funnysexy.ph"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; where she wrote a letter to her 10 years older self. So I made my own version :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-739913445849118187?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/739913445849118187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/739913445849118187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/739913445849118187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/x.html' title='x.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-5809551220646749325</id><published>2009-03-27T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:20:34.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Cooking'/><title type='text'>ix.</title><content type='html'>I cooked again today! And as I promised, I did not fail. Well.. sort of. LOL It was nice tasting, yes, but it looked like it was swimming in deep fat. I cooked it in butter and cream and my helper kinda rushed it and poured all the cream and butter on the plate after cooking so it wasn't really a good idea. Not even nice to look at. Not at all appealing. But it really was nice tasting. :D So all in all, I did not completely fail. So I had it for my dinner and my mom ate some of it. My brother's kinda scared to taste it. He told me he's scared to be food poisoned. LOL And last night, he did not eat nor touched my failed recipe. Well, good for him. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mom wants me to stop cooking recipes she's not familiar with. LOL She, too, was also a little scared with my cooking. I can't blame her. I am just starting. So she told me I should learn the basics and the more popular dishes first like sinigang or adobo. I'll show her soon :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did enjoy today's recipe and I am looking forward to the next &lt;s&gt;disaster&lt;/s&gt; dish I am going to prepare. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Since I am lazy like that, I'll post pictures of my recipe and it's nice&lt;s&gt;r&lt;/s&gt; versions. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-5809551220646749325?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/5809551220646749325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/ix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/5809551220646749325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/5809551220646749325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/ix.html' title='ix.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-64121110293192911</id><published>2009-03-26T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:36:20.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>viii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/Sctn6vAMJrI/AAAAAAAAACk/Xzx26XpSNzg/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/Sctn6vAMJrI/AAAAAAAAACk/Xzx26XpSNzg/s320/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317458043788338866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I am really a frustrated artist...before. And I gave up already. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this for our Physics Story Book project about Heat and Fluids. I was brave enough to volunteer myself despite the fact that my drawing skills are just the same 10+ years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-64121110293192911?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/64121110293192911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/viii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/64121110293192911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/64121110293192911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/viii.html' title='viii.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/Sctn6vAMJrI/AAAAAAAAACk/Xzx26XpSNzg/s72-c/DSC01254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-5048337510101518126</id><published>2009-03-26T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:06:58.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>vii.</title><content type='html'>I am thinking of having a Facebook and/or Multiply account. Or maybe none at all. I don't know. I am still having second thoughts about it because I am lazy like that. Another networking site would mean another account I have to maintain. I tried Plurk-ing. Yes. And after two posts,I left. I think my karma points are down to -2435245435. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of unmaintained blogs online and I think I'll be staying here in Blogger for good. I hope so. I no longer have readers because I change blogs after I got tired of them. I had a friendster blog, myspace, blogger, blogdrive, xanga, multiply and tumblr and I now forgot their passwords so I can no longer access them. I am lazy--and forgetful, too. But at the very least, I still have Friendster, Photobucket and this blog active. Though my Friendster account sucks big time already but they are still there to keep me entertained with people's absurdities. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have anything to do right now. See? And my poor laptop will have to suffer the consequences of me being bored for the 2423534525234th time. And really, I don't have anything to say. I have a lot of nonsense here that people wouldn't want to know about because they might stone me to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-5048337510101518126?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/5048337510101518126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/vii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/5048337510101518126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/5048337510101518126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/vii.html' title='vii.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-6612781751861733864</id><published>2009-03-26T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:37:53.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>vi.</title><content type='html'>It's my first yet unofficial day of being a bum but fortunately, it's not bad at all. I was actually relieved that I'm at home and school's over not completely because of the schoolworks alone but the thought of being free from the people I dealt with a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of them, it made my life a little more miserable and made schoolworks harder. And it's annoying. I know that free-rider assholes will always be a part of every group and they're getting on my nerves. I am in great need of good grades and they made it harder for me to achieve. That's why I hate group works. I'd rather work alone because I have control on my time, there will be no one else to blame when my plans backfire, and oh, it's because I know luck's very hard on me when it comes to groupmates. Too bad some of them are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the other part that I shouldn't elaborate any further, I have to deal with inconsiderate people everyday. I hate it. I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; nice sometimes. Or maybe most of the time. And that's the biggest problem. I can't be straightforward. I can't voice out that I am annoyed. And I really hate that I hate them because of their attitude. I will always be the one who tries to understand and to give way. And it's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I had my first try with cooking at home and unfortunately, I failed. HAHA. It was not as nice tasting as I expected it to be but I understand that I had the proportions all wrong. What a good cook. Tsk tsk LOL! I used too much asparagus soup and too little orange juice so the taste was boring to eat. My brother's gonna kill me later. He told me I'd better cook good because he will have it for his dinner. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll cook again and I promise I will not fail. The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;poulet avec a la creme&lt;/span&gt; is easy and safe to eat unlike the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orange and Asparagus Chicken&lt;/span&gt; I cooked earlier. I'm still on the verge of learning more recipes. And oh, I've realized that herbs and spices are quite interesting to learn about. I'll explore more. Make good use of my time being a bum :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-6612781751861733864?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/6612781751861733864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/vi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/6612781751861733864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/6612781751861733864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/vi.html' title='vi.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-9008194479091870051</id><published>2009-03-22T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:30:59.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>v.</title><content type='html'>I do not know exactly what made me think of my past relationships. It's quite a long time since I thought about it because there's no point thinking about it in the first place, right? Pero I don't really know HAHA It's funny to think na I wasted A LOT of time and effort on someone who was not at all deserving. That relationship lasted for about 1 and a half years with no sense at all. You know, no positive learnings and good memories. HAHA I am not bitter ha. It's just that I was so stupid before, wasting my time and emotions on people who are not really worth it. Good thing I learned a lot from those experiences. At least I know that now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of this entry is.. I am so inlove with someone now and for over 2 years already and I know that I am not gonna regret this whole thing if ever this would end (&lt;em&gt;pero wag naman sana...&lt;/em&gt;) I learned a lot and I won't do the same mistakes again. And if ever there's a need for comparison between him and the person I was referring to earlier, &lt;em&gt;nako&lt;/em&gt;, he would suck BIG TIME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-9008194479091870051?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/9008194479091870051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/9008194479091870051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/9008194479091870051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/v.html' title='v.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-652780247764990443</id><published>2009-03-22T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T04:19:54.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendster'/><title type='text'>iv. friendster captions</title><content type='html'>I found some funny captions on friendster. LOL and here are some of 'em &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. luk grit..galing sto.nino me ni2!!!kya hapi", &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(u mean great?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. ..luv myself..cuz of being me...real one &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(And I don't get it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. in sr.sto.nino...alone and pray &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(What?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. post in ctyhall", &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(There was no post in the picture so I assume she was talking about her pose. DUH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. me in pc",hahha &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Oh, Okay..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. ganda poh vah mga frenzz???hehe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I want to tell her "No, not at all. You look stupid BTW")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. pretty vah me di2???hmmpp!! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Not at all either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. on da way sleep",hehe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(*dizzy*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-652780247764990443?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/652780247764990443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/iv-friendster-captions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/652780247764990443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/652780247764990443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/iv-friendster-captions.html' title='iv. friendster captions'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-4844911639654743644</id><published>2009-03-20T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:48:58.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>iii.</title><content type='html'>To travel is one of the biggest dreams I have and yet, I have never tried serious traveling (you know, plane or ferry ride..) The biggest so far, will be the upcoming Cebu business trip my mom needs to attend to and I actually forced her to let me join her. I don't care if we're going to be there for just 2 days without doing what the tourists should do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, the point of this post is to show Batanes, which is on the top of my list. It's so heavenly and it makes me sad because I'll have to wait for another gazillion years to save up for it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/ScRw8_pSYeI/AAAAAAAAACc/wWi36Toy6To/s1600-h/batanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/ScRw8_pSYeI/AAAAAAAAACc/wWi36Toy6To/s320/batanes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315497653383094754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/ScRw8tPMvOI/AAAAAAAAACU/VrC7W-8AAdA/s1600-h/Batanes+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/ScRw8tPMvOI/AAAAAAAAACU/VrC7W-8AAdA/s320/Batanes+two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315497648441834722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By looking at these photos, I just want to drool and kill myself with envy and hate for the long wait I have to endure. Wait for me Batanes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I found a nice website about this place. You might want to check it out. Click &lt;a href="http://pinoycentric.com/2007/12/07/debunking-the-myths-of-batanes/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-4844911639654743644?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/4844911639654743644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/4844911639654743644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/4844911639654743644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/iii.html' title='iii.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/ScRw8_pSYeI/AAAAAAAAACc/wWi36Toy6To/s72-c/batanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-1397502958796981747</id><published>2009-03-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:23:40.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Cooking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/ScRueFiXMYI/AAAAAAAAACM/QtqxXy6QFJo/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/ScRueFiXMYI/AAAAAAAAACM/QtqxXy6QFJo/s320/DSC01170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315494923365462402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Poulet avec a la creme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very yummy French recipe we made for our International Cookery exercise :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-1397502958796981747?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/1397502958796981747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/poulet-avec-la-creme-very-yummy-french.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/1397502958796981747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/1397502958796981747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/poulet-avec-la-creme-very-yummy-french.html' title=''/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWIZHZT5GeQ/ScRueFiXMYI/AAAAAAAAACM/QtqxXy6QFJo/s72-c/DSC01170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-8732750284918636006</id><published>2009-03-10T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:58:04.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>ii. I hate...</title><content type='html'>I hate it when there are a lot of things flooding my mind then bad mood sets in. I hate it because it distracts me when I know it shouldn’t. I hate it when there’s too much negativity around when all I want is to be positive. I hate it when I can’t share what I wanna share because it might get worse when I talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least; I hate it because I know I have to think about electromagnetism, Coulomb’s law and other shits when I want to reflect on some other personal issues. Oh God, help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-8732750284918636006?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/8732750284918636006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/ii-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/8732750284918636006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/8732750284918636006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/ii-i-hate.html' title='ii. I hate...'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290064889751052609.post-722677855496035023</id><published>2009-03-09T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:22:18.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>i.</title><content type='html'>So I recreated another blog out of boredom. I've been sleeping a little too much lately and I think I need to do something else so here. Welcome to my new blog! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed (for the nth time) and I have to deal with it for 3 weeks or so. I cannot elaborate on it any further for private reasons and I hope Big Boss would bless me with patience that will last until the sem's over. Hayhayayay, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice first post. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290064889751052609-722677855496035023?l=daiquiriii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/feeds/722677855496035023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/722677855496035023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290064889751052609/posts/default/722677855496035023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiquiriii.blogspot.com/2009/03/i.html' title='i.'/><author><name>Super Girl :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
