<?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-10365429</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:00:02.605+08:00</updated><category term='Blogger Hacks'/><category term='Stuffs'/><category term='School Days'/><category term='MV'/><title type='text'>There's no fairy tales in this world</title><subtitle type='html'>Only reality..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-3550481135170403230</id><published>2006-12-19T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:01:31.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have transfer my blog to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookie053177.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HERE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;
LIVEJOURNAL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-3550481135170403230?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/3550481135170403230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=3550481135170403230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/3550481135170403230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/3550481135170403230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-changed.html' title='Blog Changed'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-601457498005619007</id><published>2006-11-17T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:49:46.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>I don't really like this term.
I found me and my friends got distances.
That wasnt what I want.
I dont wanna loose them.
I really hate it.
Hate it!!
Hate it!!
I wanna stay close.
I dont want distance.
I want them.
But everytime I want there's no room for me.
I will have them all back next term!!
I missed everything happend last term.

I feel so bad.
I want it back. 
I want them all back.

I know!! its me! my problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-601457498005619007?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/601457498005619007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=601457498005619007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/601457498005619007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/601457498005619007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/11/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-4883125348892372853</id><published>2006-11-16T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:26:07.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>I would like..</title><content type='html'>This must be a long post.

Anyways, 
Hmm.. for the life of my past few weeks, what I can tell!!!

Its damn colorful,

Okay I sold my DS Lite, what the heck you Hsiang?

Then I changed it into PSP, you another freak.

Then..

Sicks.

Problems.

Assignments.

Mid-Terms.

They just all showed up but still I dunno what to write on this blog, 

anyway its going to revive soon. Hope So.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-4883125348892372853?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/4883125348892372853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=4883125348892372853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/4883125348892372853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/4883125348892372853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-would-like.html' title='I would like..'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-5150765748697864303</id><published>2006-11-15T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:36:11.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>Possibility in Vigan</title><content type='html'>Hmm, Thea just told me that the Vigan trip moved to next week which suppose to be on this Thursday, that means I got a new chance to go there, but who knows, lets see, on Sunday. But I really want it so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-5150765748697864303?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/5150765748697864303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=5150765748697864303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/5150765748697864303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/5150765748697864303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/11/possibility-in-vigan.html' title='Possibility in Vigan'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-3965893477357780458</id><published>2006-11-14T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:34:17.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicked</title><content type='html'>I am so sick.

My head gonna explode.

Oh yea, today is tuesday, its comgraph day.

And also, the day I bought GTA: Vice City. 


"Xandra: Oh killl!!!! killl!!!! I love to kill!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-3965893477357780458?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/3965893477357780458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=3965893477357780458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/3965893477357780458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/3965893477357780458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/11/sicked.html' title='Sicked'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-5438083205261730818</id><published>2006-11-03T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:31:35.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>I sold my DS</title><content type='html'>Okay I dunno what comes into my mind,
I just wanna sold my DSlite and changed it to PSP.
I admit that DSlite have lots of good games,
But the graphics wont really satisfy me, plus, I dont have PS1 or PS2 at home!!!
I wanna play PS games. But unfortunately, I brother just brought 2 of them with him to the New Zealand, fine.

The buyer is a guy, obviously, and then he likes Nintendo consoles, then later on he recognized me that I am the one who bought Gamecube controller from him which I already forgot him. 

Then I ride on a taxi to MoA, and bought my whitey PSP. together with Valkyrie Profile, a RPG game, a nice game. :)

It takes me 1 day to learn stuffs about this console.

And more, I discovered there's fake sony memory card. almost 95% of the market were fake, unless you bought one in offical Sony reseller shop, else I assure you that its 95% a fake one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-5438083205261730818?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/5438083205261730818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=5438083205261730818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/5438083205261730818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/5438083205261730818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-sold-my-ds.html' title='I sold my DS'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-8993606992911546552</id><published>2006-10-24T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:17:47.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I don't update my blog anymore, no, its just.. I've been playing world of warcraft for days, and if you saw the special episode of the south park which is about World of Warcraft, everything that they said there was true, no social life, dammit, but its good I tried to control it. What I am doin' right now is to sleep 3~4 hours a day, then play the game, to catch up with the others.

So if there's no special event, I think I won't be able to update everything that happens to my life "lately". That means please come back for sometimes. I expect you more than you do. 

I try to upload some of the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-8993606992911546552?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/8993606992911546552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=8993606992911546552&amp;isPopup=true' title='144 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/8993606992911546552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/8993606992911546552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/10/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>144</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-526686951016126666</id><published>2006-10-18T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:14:07.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>October 17, 2006</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating too much unlike few weeks ago, my life repeated everyday, what you think was what it is, so I dunno what to post here, I'm thinking to make it as Nintendo fan blog, what cha think? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-526686951016126666?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/526686951016126666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=526686951016126666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/526686951016126666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/526686951016126666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-17-2006.html' title='October 17, 2006'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-8254941060776031832</id><published>2006-10-14T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:09:04.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>Orz. My money..</title><content type='html'>I am totally a Nintendo DS fan as I bought my wifi usb on that expensive datablitz.

And today, I'm suppose to attend a seminar for my Community Service but due to my laziness I didn't attend it, and so, that means I should take one again next term. 

You fool Hsiang.

Anyway, I went to Gilmore today, to look for a cheaper Wacom Graphic Tablet, most of them around 4500 but they all increased up to 5000. So mine is 5000, no doubt, haha.

Then I went to greenhills, as I said, I am totally DS fan, so I bought Animal Crossing, its damn cute. I have no choice, now I spent 6900. Am I getting another wifi game? Clubhouse DS? I know, money shouldn't spent like this...

Hay.. I am just so lonely..

I wanna watch movie, but damn there's no good movie showing!!!
I wanna play xbox, but damn there's no chance.

There's alot of things I want, I can't control myself but to spent money.

I am addicted to spent money, I can't save it, damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-8254941060776031832?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/8254941060776031832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=8254941060776031832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/8254941060776031832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/8254941060776031832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/10/orz-my-money.html' title='Orz. My money..'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-4217091607512477007</id><published>2006-10-12T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:01:22.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>This term is boring</title><content type='html'>This term make me so boring, I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-4217091607512477007?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/4217091607512477007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=4217091607512477007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/4217091607512477007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/4217091607512477007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-term-is-boring.html' title='This term is boring'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-1407791756299324364</id><published>2006-10-11T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:01:55.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>October 11, 2006</title><content type='html'>Tetris game made me such an addict, I am still awake until 3:30 in the morning, just to play that game. You will just realize how much you sucks as you played with the other players worldwide, addicted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-1407791756299324364?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/1407791756299324364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=1407791756299324364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/1407791756299324364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/1407791756299324364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-11-2006.html' title='October 11, 2006'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-286951136506344379</id><published>2006-10-09T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:02:08.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>Nintendo Wi-fi</title><content type='html'>You can't expect this tetris is so much fun, I bought this item today, and it was so nice, together with wifi usb, it spent me 30 minutes to set it up, I am so great, cause some other cases they can't even set it up for around weeks. Anyway, lalala.

Figaro's Tiramitsu taste so good.

If you got chance, get it, you'll love it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-286951136506344379?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/286951136506344379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=286951136506344379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/286951136506344379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/286951136506344379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/10/nintendo-wi-fi.html' title='Nintendo Wi-fi'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-4297652919766273199</id><published>2006-10-08T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:44:23.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>Laguna Trip</title><content type='html'>Haha. Last Monday, We should be going to overnight at Xands house, but unfortunately, her house have no electricity still. So we decided to go to Thea's house.

Thea's house is fun, atleast I enjoy the happiness, and also apologize for my stubborness. 

I am asking for Laguna resort, we're looking for swimming pools, but the first one which is located so near to Thea's house was a private pool, it costs 6000 php per day, so.. okay, what you expect? Then we headed to the second, but the second resort still rejected us, they have no light yet, alright, then Thea suggest we go to the small carnival, but the rain is going to fall, we have no choice but to headed back to her house.

The overnight is fun, Xandra open up a channel which is the music is High School Musical.. hmm.. listening to my corny Hsiang made freaky love stories... 

I really love the foods made by Thea's mum, maybe because I only have the few chances to eat Western and Filipino foods, I like them so much. 

I miss bacon sandwich. :s

Here are the few pics:

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For more pics, you can find it &lt;a href="http://screamingturtles.multiply.com/photos/album/24"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, at Thea's Multiply. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-4297652919766273199?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/4297652919766273199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=4297652919766273199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/4297652919766273199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/4297652919766273199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/10/laguna-trip.html' title='Laguna Trip'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-1004398450118334987</id><published>2006-10-06T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:39:35.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>Slowly Dying</title><content type='html'>This week is damn boredom.

I went home straightly after the class.

I am slowly dying.

I wanna watch movies.

I wanna go to MoA.

I wanna hangout.

I wanna go back to last term.

Evils infront of me better get away.

I won't let you distract my plans.

You fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-1004398450118334987?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/1004398450118334987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=1004398450118334987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/1004398450118334987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/1004398450118334987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/10/slowly-dying.html' title='Slowly Dying'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-6631451849391844242</id><published>2006-10-04T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:39:54.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mouth</title><content type='html'>The story shouldn't be like this, boy.
That girl is howling.
Did you hear that?

I say sorry.
But you didn't hear me.
What can I do.

I can still live on my on.
Life goes on.
Who cares about you now.

You beginning to hurt me.
From love to hate.
Though I don't want this to be the future sorrow.

Poison is good for both of us now.
Until your body become ashes.
Then pour them together with the white pepper.

Dagger better be stab from the top of your head, that will be so beauty.
Then start to butcher you from down to head.
Cut into thousand of pieces, eaten by the dogs and the pigs.

Because you won't forgive.
Its both our fault.
Not only you.

There's nothing right in this world.
Only people judges.
on the eyes of the reality.

Let it end now.
Your never defeating stubborness.
Its so wrong.

You're not the only winner in this world.
If you're the God then I will be Satan.
Opposite always the enemy.

Let it start now.
And celebrate this grand occation.
So I am whole again.

I am happy.
We're far apart now.
But I hope if I die you'll follow me too.

If you go to heaven.
Then I will go to hell.
Because I don't wanna see you in heaven.
Suffering in hell than seeing you.

I am whole without you.
Did you hear that?
Hahahahahahahahaha

The sound covers up everywhere.
Laughing. Laughing. 
Hahahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-6631451849391844242?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/6631451849391844242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=6631451849391844242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/6631451849391844242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/6631451849391844242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/10/story-shouldnt-be-like-this-boy.html' title='The mouth'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-7157373932752482599</id><published>2006-10-03T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:43:01.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MV'/><title type='text'>Buried a Lie - Senses Fail</title><content type='html'>A MV show. Love this song.

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Lyrics:

Rest in peace girl, your death is such a shame.
The paper said a bullet got in your way.
But I smell foul play; possible poisoning.
I had to bring you in for questioning.
I went to your grave, dug up your body.
Brought it to my house, where you lay.

So let's play doctor, babe.
We'll operate today.
Incisions must be made.
You could help solve this case
For me...

I headed downtown to share what I had found
It's not a suicide, it's a crime
I have a witness, it's clearly evident
There had to be someone else present
At the time of death, poison's in stomach
How could she pull it if she's dead?

So let's play doctor, babe
We'll operate today
Incisions must be made
You could help solve this case
We need a scalpel now
under white lights you lay
We've got to hurry up
Before the flesh decays
Away... away

I'll catch the murderer
and send him away
I'll get the evidence
from your last day

Your last day...Your last day...your last day

So let's play doctor, babe
We'll operate today
Incisions must be made
You could help solve this case
We need a scalpel now
under white lights you lay 
We've got to hurry up
Before the flesh decays

Away... away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-7157373932752482599?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/7157373932752482599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=7157373932752482599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/7157373932752482599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/7157373932752482599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/10/buried-lie-senses-fail.html' title='Buried a Lie - Senses Fail'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-4140194103600856019</id><published>2006-09-30T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T11:11:47.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Milenyo</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday night, I went to Xandra's house, around 8 on the evening, her aunt just told us that there will be no classes tomorrow (Thursday), due to the typhoon "Milenyo", we're happy, though not much, I just don't wanna wake up that early, everyday for me is a vacation, with added little more stress on the work and the assignments of the professors. 

Then on Thursday, around 10:45 am, here it goes, no electricity, I can hear the sound outside, very noisy, sound of the wind, blowing, strong wind, everything's falling down, including branches of the trees, the wall banners of the shops, etc, the fruit vendors outside of our store kept picking up all of their fruits that were all fall down..

then.. around 7pm, no more water, I can't sleep well, actually I slept all day because I dunno what to do without electricity but to sleep or eat, yea, I can imagine now how electricity is important to us.

We're all slowly dying..

After 50 hours of no electricity and no water, I realize that its very sweet that I can live in a modern world with full of technology, I really appreciate them all, hail all of the inventors, they're great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-4140194103600856019?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/4140194103600856019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=4140194103600856019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/4140194103600856019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/4140194103600856019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-wednesday-night-i-went-to-xandras.html' title='I hate Milenyo'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-685041918223248858</id><published>2006-09-24T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:12:49.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Adam, he's adam</title><content type='html'>His name is ADAM!! damn cute. 

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I made a big mistake.

My hair now looks like a boy.

I hate it.

I wanna cry.

I wanna cry.

But I can't tear out my tears.

I am sad.

I am depressed.

Awwwwwwwwww!!!!!! Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-2487164017723851603?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/2487164017723851603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=2487164017723851603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/2487164017723851603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/2487164017723851603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-hair-wanna-cry.html' title='New hair. Wanna cry.'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-981393477549899713</id><published>2006-09-23T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T17:05:47.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>Got mouth?</title><content type='html'>I hate hard cough!
I hate hard cough!

So sicked. My stomach is feeling bad due to hard cough. Like you have made hundreds seat ups. Everytime I cough, my stomach hurts. 

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2549/1265/1600/22092006%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2549/1265/320/22092006%28007%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-981393477549899713?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/981393477549899713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=981393477549899713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/981393477549899713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/981393477549899713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/got-mouth.html' title='Got mouth?'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-7974440724391728374</id><published>2006-09-22T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T13:20:38.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuffs'/><title type='text'>The Official Blogger Song</title><content type='html'>This song is dedicated for all bloggers in the world, the song is quite nice, click "play" to listen to the song. :D

This song was titled as "&lt;em&gt;I Started A Blog Which Nobody&lt;/em&gt;" by  Biz Stone, Genius.

&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_tiny_black.swf" quality="high" width="145" height="25" name="audio_player_tiny_black" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="audio_id=1708649&amp;audio_duration=138.083&amp;valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.catbirdseat.org/catbirdseat/aug06/blog.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; padding-left: 35px; color: #f39; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://odeo.com/audio/1708649/view"&gt;powered by &lt;strong&gt;ODEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Lyrics:

I started a blog which nobody read
When I went to work I blogged there instead
I started a blog which nobody viewed
It but be a cache but topics include
George Bush is an evil moron
What’s the story with revolving doors
I’m in love with a girl who doesn’t know I exist
Nobody hates preppies anymore

I started a blog but nobody came
No issues were raised
No comments were made
I started a blog which nobody read
I’ll admit that it wasn’t that great but if you must know here’s what it said
100 of my favorite albums
200 people I can’t take
400 movies I would like to recommend
10 celebrities flowing through my mind to assassinate (?)
I started a blog
I sent you the link
I wanted the world to know what I think

I started a blog but when I read yours, it made me forget what I had started mine for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-7974440724391728374?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/7974440724391728374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=7974440724391728374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/7974440724391728374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/7974440724391728374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/official-blogger-song.html' title='The Official Blogger Song'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-6519105989171368046</id><published>2006-09-22T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:56:18.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuffs'/><title type='text'>The original Grimm's fairy tales?</title><content type='html'>This is the Juniper Tree by the Grimm's Brother, its so cool but not suggested for those who are &lt;em&gt;below 18&lt;/em&gt;, so leave soon, if you don't wanna..

&lt;a href="http://fortheloveof.sugarcube.net/images/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://fortheloveof.sugarcube.net/images/tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;But the bird flew away and sat down on the roof of the goldsmith's house and began to sing:

"My mother she butchered me,
 My father he ate me,
 My sister, little Ann Marie,
 She gathered up the bones of me
 And tied them in a silken cloth 
 To lay under the juniper.
 Tweet twee, what a pretty bird am I!"

The goldsmith was sitting in his workshop, making a golden chain, and he heard the bird that sat on his roof and sang, and it seemed so beautiful to him. He got up and as he was walking across the doorstep he lost one of his sippers. But he kept walking right out into the middle of the street with one slipper and one stocking foot; he had his apron tied around his middle and in one hand he had the golden chain and in the other the pliers and the sun shone so brightly into the street. And he just stood there and looked at the bird. "Bird," said he, "how beautifully you sing! Sing that piece again." "No," said the bird, "the second time I don't sing for nothing. Give me the golden chain and I'll sing it again." "Here," said the goldsmith, "take the golden chain, now sing it again." And so the bird came and took the golden chain in its right claw and sat in front of the goldsmith and sang:

"My mother she butchered me,
 My father he ate me,
 My sister, little Ann Marie,
 She gathered up the bones of me
 And tied them in a silken cloth 
 To lay under the juniper.
 Tweet twee, what a pretty bird am I!"

And so the bird flew off to a cobbler's and sat down on the roof and sang:

"My mother she butchered me,
 My father he ate me,
 My sister, little Ann Marie,
 She gathered up the bones of me
 And tied them in a silken cloth 
 To lay under the juniper.
 Tweet twee, what a pretty bird am I!"

The cobbler heard it and ran out of the door in this shirtsleeves and looked up to the roof and had to hold his hand over his eyes so the sun would not blind him. "Bird," said he, "how beautifully you sing!" And he called in through the door, "Wife, come out here a moment. There's a bird here, look at this bird! And how it can sing!" And he called his daughter and the children and the servants, the apprentice and the maid, and they all came into the street and saw the bird, how pretty it was, and it had such red feathers and green feathers and round the neck it was pure gold and its eyes glittered in its head like stars. "Bird," said the cobbler, "sing me that piece again." "No," said the bird, "the second time I don't sing for nothing. You have to give me a present." "Wife," said the man, "go to the attic; up on the top shelf is a pair of red shoes, bring them down." And so the wife went up and got the shoes.... 
&lt;/blockquote&gt;

Click here to continue: &lt;a href="http://fortheloveof.sugarcube.net/juniper.htm"&gt;click me&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;For more stories, click here: &lt;a href="http://www.ucs.mun.ca/~wbarker/fairies/grimm/"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Are these stories real? No one knows, 
The original version, most of them were collected by the Grimm's Brother from the natives germans while they're traveling, so the stories can't get away from the reality, the reality of the human darkness on that time, the period of the Germans.

&lt;em&gt;Look Deeply..&lt;/em&gt;

These original fairy tales want to tell us something:

1.) There's no happy ending always for the fairy tales.
2.) Fairy Tales aren't really exist.
3.) The reality: Darkness, boldness of the human.

It doesn't means that these stories really exist or not, 
the thing that matters it most were the stories in it.

&lt;em&gt;Because of the violency, they (The Grimm's brother) spent almost half of their life time to change the stories into children's fairy tales instead of adult's, and these were the stories that we all known for now.&lt;/em&gt;

Cool, aren't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-6519105989171368046?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/6519105989171368046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=6519105989171368046&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/6519105989171368046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/6519105989171368046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/original-grimms-fairy-tales.html' title='The original Grimm&apos;s fairy tales?'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-5574679552943050708</id><published>2006-09-21T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:51:49.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger Hacks'/><title type='text'>How to add flash on Blogger posts?</title><content type='html'>I think this is kinda useful for those who wants to show flash movie on their blogger posts, its easy, just add the following code to your post by using "Edit HTML".

&lt;blockquote&gt;(embed src="your flash link" quality="high" width="320" height="240" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer")(/embed)&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;PS: Change the ( ) sign into &lt; &gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Your flash link should be end up with a filename of .swf, you can adjust width and height according to your needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-5574679552943050708?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/5574679552943050708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=5574679552943050708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/5574679552943050708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/5574679552943050708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-add-flash-on-blogger-posts.html' title='How to add flash on Blogger posts?'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-7781215591902970449</id><published>2006-09-21T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:37:09.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MV'/><title type='text'>The Way - AuraPhobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://mvfile.suflash.com/flash/swffile9/flash999091008.swf" quality="high" width="380" height="360" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-7781215591902970449?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/7781215591902970449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=7781215591902970449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/7781215591902970449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/7781215591902970449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/way-auraphobia.html' title='The Way - AuraPhobia'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-6894015010453732633</id><published>2006-09-20T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:00:40.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>Cold. Flu</title><content type='html'>I hate this, after the cough, now into my nose, I can't breathe. Damn.

I shouldn't be late today, I just found out that my ID was lost, according to our maid as I went home, my ID was together with my pants dropped off into washing machine..., atleast I found it, I don't wanna pay for 535 pesos for that ID. ID used to be a very important role on your school days, 1 more left or lost ID, and I will be having a minor offense, Noooooo..., God.

Xandra, Thea, and I, again, went to ATC, I guess Thea is a shopaholics, a psychological term which means the one who can't control of buying things, Thea bought lots today, promise, but its nothing wrong with buying things, its a way of disposing your bad mood away.

I saw a dress on the 50th Avenue a while ago, it's striped, it was so nice, I like it so much, and more, it was cheaped, I wanna buy it!!! Oh yea. I will come back again for that, I look so girly on that dress! :D

Vainness of Hsiang. Bwahahaha.Kidding, but its so normal to our country for having self pic.. :(

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2549/1265/1600/DSC04677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2549/1265/320/DSC04677.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-6894015010453732633?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/6894015010453732633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=6894015010453732633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/6894015010453732633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/6894015010453732633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/cold-flu.html' title='Cold. Flu'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-7457774576451603155</id><published>2006-09-18T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:11:19.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>September 18, 2006</title><content type='html'>I'm up and sleep at around 2:30 in the morning, then I wake up on 7:30, good, 5 hours. 

I was late on our PARTDS class, its good that I was saved by the bell, else I'm going to have push ups, duh? I can only make 1 up. Thea was late too, but Ms. let her do seven seat ups. nice.

Anyway, after the class, I went to Redbox with my another Taiwanese friend, Jayson, we're there around 1:30, ofcourse, what you expect for the songs? Yup its all chinese...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-7457774576451603155?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/7457774576451603155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=7457774576451603155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/7457774576451603155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/7457774576451603155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-up-and-sleep-at-around-230-in.html' title='September 18, 2006'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-1501985073310927916</id><published>2006-09-17T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:55:35.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger Hacks'/><title type='text'>Blogger Beta</title><content type='html'>I have just notice it right now, they upgrade the blogger to beta.
Everyone can upgrade their blogger to beta as long as they got an google account.

so what's new in blogger beta?

1. Customize new template
2. You can have a private blog
3. Fresh New Templates
4. More Feeds
5. Updated Dashboard
6. Instant Publish!

For more information, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/beta-tour.g"&gt;click me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-1501985073310927916?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/1501985073310927916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=1501985073310927916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/1501985073310927916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/1501985073310927916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/blogger-beta.html' title='Blogger Beta'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-8598723080016589215</id><published>2006-09-17T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:22:18.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger Hacks'/><title type='text'>Layout Express</title><content type='html'>You might find out that I changed my layout, its quite obvious, is it?

This layout is originally design by Drogue Designs, whoever they are, I'm very grateful they share this layout to the everyone who lived in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-8598723080016589215?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/8598723080016589215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=8598723080016589215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/8598723080016589215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/8598723080016589215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/layout-express.html' title='Layout Express'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115833256559437589</id><published>2006-09-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:28:08.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No NSTP. Hope so...</title><content type='html'>I got an information from my friend that a foreign student "can" not take the NSTP and what the hell I'm taking it, ofcourse Imma withdraw it, actually its a class good for me, but sadly, I don't like my classmates, I mean, I don't like our prof. so I'm going to withdraw it, hopefully I can....

We went to Xand's house at around 3pm after the COMELEC meeting, we watched the O.C. straight until 7:30 and then we change it into American Pie 2. 

Then I go home. That's the story of the day, what a day.

PS: According to my friend, I should still get CS, community service, even though I'm not in NSTP.. hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115833256559437589?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115833256559437589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115833256559437589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115833256559437589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115833256559437589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-nstp-hope-so.html' title='No NSTP. Hope so...'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115846491671953665</id><published>2006-09-14T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:48:36.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Mew</title><content type='html'>So.. 
Its a colorend class today, color rendering, after another drawing of a portrait chair, hand, and shoe, Thea and I went to MoA.

Mew is our celebrity for the day. 

Here's the album: &lt;a href="http://screamingturtles.multiply.com/photos/album/21"&gt;Click me&lt;/a&gt;


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Oh yea, we watched John Tucker must die, and its a nice movie, a very nice movie, its a comedy, and its funny, duh? Comedy nga eh. Alright, :D A good movie for comedy fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115846491671953665?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115846491671953665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115846491671953665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115846491671953665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115846491671953665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/only-mew_14.html' title='Only Mew'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115815226380951539</id><published>2006-09-13T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:57:43.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit unhappy</title><content type='html'>Erm.. I'm not really busy these days, I'm just too lazy to write these things up, anyways here it is. 0.0

I'm been busy with playing my Final Fantasy III DS ^^, damn its so good, lots of memories.. from the first time I saw Final Fantasy its on a Family Computer while my older brother and cousin playing them in Taiwan.

New term, new classes, new classmates, new profs, so what can I say, I just really miss the last term, but I should face the truth that we're done with that already..

I won't expect this term will be as fun as compared to the last term, but I hope it won't be the worst of my entire year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115815226380951539?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115815226380951539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115815226380951539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115815226380951539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115815226380951539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/bit-unhappy.html' title='A bit unhappy'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115786468018996485</id><published>2006-09-10T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:05:54.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>I am bored 
I am very bored
I am damn bored

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Today is the first day of our second term, we only have one class per day except for tuesday, and so, today, its our freehand class, I have met lots of people who were good in drawing, and I am challenged, that makes me think I wanna show them I can do better than them, oh yes I am so competitive.

I really miss our last term, imagine that's just few weeks ago, practicing our play together with our oralcom friends, hell practice, pressured, but it worths everything!!! damn I miss them, if any of you passed here, say hello naman.. :(

Last Term is the happiest term, most happiest, ever. I met new friends, unforgettable experiences, all of them, I treasure them all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115771913856831602?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115771913856831602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115771913856831602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115771913856831602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115771913856831602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/09/freehand-ow-yea.html' title='Freehand, ow yea.'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115745622507142306</id><published>2006-09-05T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:10:44.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Madness</title><content type='html'>Clarisse and I went to Xandra's house, after meeting up with Xandra at the Value Point near their house, we shop for the item that we're going to cook for our lunch, Xandra is going to cook cordon bleau, but believe it or not, I am afraid of fresh meats, its so irony that our house business is selling chinese foods. Carms arrived at Xand's house around 12:30 and Thea arrived soon after Carms. 

After the lunch, we watched "Boy meets world" which is an old school series, yea its funny, I like Shann, lols. He's cute, anyway, I fall asleep soon because I am full. Xandra asked us to play Guesstures but later we comes up with playing Fatal Frame 2, its a nice game, I like its movie. 

................................................ - Hsiang

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I am sure very RPG fan would not refuse of this game...

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Today is our course card distribution day, I went to school around 9 then meet up with Simoun, the first thing that come to my mind is my course card, and guess what, I am shocked, at the same time, I am so excited, I got two 3.5 and one 3.0, its so nice, I never have two 3.5 appeared in my course card before. Anyway.. this is the summary: 
three 3.5 one 3.0 two 2.5 but fucking I got one 2.0 at BASICOM which if she made it to 2.5 then I am now a Dean's Lister!!! (It's a great thing to my life because I never been having a term like this, enjoying, and at the same time I got high grades)

We have our lunch at Yellowcab with our birthday celebrant! Simoun Christian Bautista, and chat there, enjoying the New York pizza and two Charlie Chan. After Yellowcab we went to cello and bought 6 pcs. of donuts and made it to birthday donuts with a candle on top, its a perfect creation! Simoun seems very happy. :)

After everything, We (Andy, Clarisse, Marie, Tags, Thea, Xandra) went to Carms house, unfortunately Carms weren't there, "She is in ATC", then we went there to meet her up, they were in Timezone while I am having "Restroom Tissue Hunt", The vendo machine on the 3rd floor was broken, they don't have vendo machine on the 2nd and 1st floor, oh nice, then I end up with.. a store name "True Value" which sells home gadgets thingy, I have no choice but to buy a "towel tissue" which costs me 109.75 pesos, damn you tissue. After two hours of stomachache sufferness, we went back to carms house and they watched she play video games, Camrs showed us the ending and summary story of the Fatal Frame III, aw yea, its nice, really nice, but if the character speaks Japanese with the subtitle of english then that will be better.. Why?.. I dunno, it just make me feel, it will be better if its Japanese.. anyway the story is nice, its a bit complicated but really nice. Though I prefer more on the music of the Silent Hills.

We went home around 5:30pm, first I dropped of Xandra, then Marie, then Tagz, then Clarrise, and finally I got home at 8:15 pm, but with this 2 hours and  45 minutes, its a long journey, from Alabang to Las Pinas -&gt; Paranaque -&gt; Makati -&gt; Taguig -&gt; Makati -&gt; Manila. Let me explain why we went ot Taguig, its because of our driver, he was hungry and also he had a jamming play with other drivers at the parking lot, he expect he can take the shortcut from Fort to Manila but unfortunately the road was closed so he route back to Makati, Great!!

Though so many things happend today but still I am not tired! Aw yea its all fun, I love the grades, I love the journey talk from going to Alabang back to Manila, I love my friends, I love every events that happend today. 

Great things happen with all of you guys. :)

PS. One thing that make me disappoint whole day is that 2.0 grade of BASICOM (According to my friend, only 7 passed on her subject, we were all 14~15 on her class, so its half of the class passed, half of the class failed..) if I did really well on that subject then I can be a D.L. for the first time of my life. :&lt; Anyway I blame no one because I enjoy every single week of our first term.


Marie and Andy:

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Hsiang and Xandra:

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Aquarium:

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Tagz and Clarisse:

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Happy Birthday Si!
The birthday Donuts plus straw candle.. (Creativity!!)

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lols:

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After few minutes, Xandra texted, and ask me to get the course card for them because no one is going, and I think its alright because I have the nearest house to the school if compared to them, and Simoun always help me with my favor, I think I should pay him back too! and more, tomorrow is his birthday! and so I did, after 1 hour, I arrived at the school, and later I found out that the schedule was moved to September 1! 
I am not mad, I just hate the weather, hot hot hot, and I waste my transportation fee. :&lt; (I feel dizzy, I can't look at the sun or feel the warmth of sun for a long time else Imma get headache, thats why I reallly really like to go out at night, 5 or 6pm will do for me, I will be glad if my classes are night but too bad no one is going to accompany me, I don't want to have a class alone..).

World Trade Center have an international bookfair today, if Thea didn't remind me yesterday I wouldn't notice, I am sure Xandra wants to go there. :) (We told her we will go there so we will go there!) Anyway its until September 3, so no worries...

Xandra invited me to go to MOA as for the invitation of carms later around 5pm, the weather is not the problem anymore, but the time, I have to stay at our store.. :(

I really hate the weather today.. Aw Philippines.. You're so hot man.

Due to boredomeness, this is the result of my iPod's cover:

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I hope I am worrying to much, I think my grade of all subjects in this term are good, I hope I have no zero upon receiving the course cards. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115701539441705579?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115701539441705579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115701539441705579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115701539441705579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115701539441705579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-day-of-finals.html' title='Last day of  Finals'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115678000009165222</id><published>2006-08-28T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:46:40.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Finals</title><content type='html'>I miss this day, its been 4 months since our last finals (1st year, 3rd term). The most thing made me interested, is the friends I saw today, its like ordinary days, but I can't just imagine my college life is being so full, I mean, I met alot of new friends, really new, and I really enjoy together with them..

Philien is the only exam that we will be having today, so.. how was it?
Well, its hard for me, its hard, really hard, but I am not nervous of the exam, because I believe I really did well during the class, so I am not nervous.. really not...

I hope I'm not failing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115678000009165222?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115678000009165222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115678000009165222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115678000009165222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115678000009165222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day-of-finals.html' title='First day of Finals'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115677954653607102</id><published>2006-08-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:57:58.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My DS</title><content type='html'>Woohoo..

Today I bought my very own Nintendo DS lite together with Animal Crossing, DS is a lot better than Gameboy (Duh?), it can play both 2D and 3D games(Sweet), the graphics is cool, I am speechless for this item.

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For my friends who have the same classes as mine, these are the schedules:
Monday - Philien 10:30.
Tuesday - Cathwor 10:30. Hartds1 - 2:30
Wednesday - JoseRiz (?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115659813280686541?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115659813280686541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115659813280686541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115659813280686541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115659813280686541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/08/whew.html' title='Whew.'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115649734216879039</id><published>2006-08-25T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:16:56.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last!</title><content type='html'>Everything went Okay.
I am happy.
I am paranoid.

I am so happy, my friend told me what they dont like to me, atleast I know now what they want from me. 
I am also happy, they got angry because of me, in a sense of, because they care me, so they got angry of what I have said.
I am really happy, because we got to know more each other.
I am fuckin' happy, because I met them, at the first place.

They were my friends in life even though they are weird in a good way.

Because I am different, and they are different too. Thats why, they're the only one, who makes me feel I am the same as them.

Xandra. Thea. Marie. Si. I love you all. :)

PS. I just discover that our History of Art and Desig prof is very very very very cute and funny in emotional way. Yes, sweetie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115649734216879039?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115649734216879039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115649734216879039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115649734216879039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115649734216879039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-last.html' title='At last!'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115633961411570709</id><published>2006-08-23T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:26:54.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shopping.hitoradio.com/media/shopping/prod/detail/PM01010009_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://shopping.hitoradio.com/media/shopping/prod/detail/PM01010009_d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is Jay's newest album for the year 2006, his seventh album, and also the last year he signed with Sony Alfa Music. The album was named as "Still Fantasy".

The first song that comes out was called "Qian Li Zhi Wai", means "outside thousand of kilometers". Click &lt;a href="http://music8.163888.net/2568124962/2006/08/23/12/MUSIC/16347184526153.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115633961411570709?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115633961411570709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115633961411570709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115633961411570709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115633961411570709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/08/still-fantasy.html' title='Still Fantasy'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115626100739306437</id><published>2006-08-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:36:47.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time..</title><content type='html'>Since I didn't being another me.
The darkness of me, have anyone seen it?
The thing that I scared most...
Pain, Suffering, Tears...
I am so small, forever.. infront of them...

I am really just being myself..?
Or I am just hidding something else...?
Or I am just pathetic... but please...
Dont use that kind of eyes to look at me...

CRAZY..... Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115626100739306437?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115626100739306437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115626100739306437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115626100739306437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115626100739306437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time..'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115618107979529217</id><published>2006-08-21T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:27:56.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedidas Party</title><content type='html'>Its a despedidas party for two of my highschool fiends, they're going to study at Taiwan.. Aww.. Taiwan, I envy them, because I can't study there, my parents won't allow me to study there, duh? I am the Taiwanese but I can't study there? Oh yea, well, thats life. *Sigh. 

I am the first one who arrived there, at the Shakeys, which is so near at our house, I went home because I misunderstand the time, its 12:00pm not 11:00 am, fuck. As I met my old high school friends, just like they never changed, they were all the same, which I am a bit happy, but depressed at the same time, ang labo noh? haha. I dunno why my feelings were like that, but one thing I can sure, they were all the same, just like they never changed, after a year.

After the Shakeys thing, we went to SM MoA. At first I am a bit pissed, I don't really like someone who can't make up their mind, and going to a place without the reason. Then finally we decide to watch the "Montuary", its scary if you have seen the poster, but man, the movie is not totally good at all, not scary, not yucky, cutted version, and the ticket lady just asked us if we're 13, duh? Do we look 13? And that lady told us that its R-18, I am so excited about the movie, I thought it will be nice, but the movie really sucks. *Sigh, anyways, this day is a nice day, its been a long time since I didn't together with my highschool friends and hangout, and more, I wanna show them, I gain my confidence, I am Hsiang, I have my personality now, no matter what it is, I am just.. being myself, if they dont accept me, its alright, I have a group of friends that treasures me much much better than them. 

Actually my highschool friends were really nice, if we're just not a big group, so everyone would learn how to treasure each other, but also, I might be thinking too much. Friends are friends. That won't change, a true friend might be seen, as you involved with a dead or alive challenge. 

Lastly, I just want to forget the past.. I don't really want to remember the pasts. Its fun. But more on bitter fun, you get what I mean? :x If you don't, then nevermind about it, its nonsense. You won't really understand it unless you really experienced it. Have you? :)

Am I nice? Im not. Am I good? I dunno. I am just.. being myself.. out of my mind sometimes. Weird. Hyper. But hey, thats me, its Hsiang... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115618107979529217?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115618107979529217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115618107979529217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115618107979529217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115618107979529217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/08/despedidas-party.html' title='Despedidas Party'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115612555224891235</id><published>2006-08-20T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:59:12.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>Emo pic ni Hsiang. Hahaha. Joke.

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Ofcourse, after happiness, there's a tragedy, maybe not for always, but most of the time, here comes our BASICOM classes, as usual, every saturday, we're late, so Thea was dropped, she exceeded 3 absences, so she was dropped. 

Today is our final play, and I am not nervious, but I did something wrong on the play, I even shout it, I feel so embarrassed. I am embarrased... I am.. :( And, I am a bit nervious, thats why my friend Tagz didn't catched up his lines, its my bad...

I just can't imagine our 6 days hell practice is done. Yes, it is done, no more plays, I somewhat miss the days that we're going home late, its like a normal class bonding, especially when its few people is practicing, I enjoyed those days.

Finally, I hope I won't looked weird to them, I am just appreciate them very much, I wanna be friend with them, but sometimes I feel I scared them instead, I hope I didn't. I hope they will not get mad on me. I appreciate my ORALCOM classmates. They're really funny. They were all different kind of people, a group of weird people too, but the most weird might be us?? No, lols. I am just kidding, anyways. I will remember this class so much, its very unforgettable, and more, I met new friends. :)

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I am so hyper. Jump Jump Jump.

Today is the first day of our formal practice for our play in ORALCOM class, its fun, for me, I arrived at 9:30pm at the house, and seems I wasn't too tired. 

So I played the game, and I know my classes tomorrow will starts at 11:30 so waking up early is useles for me.

:)

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Last last week its COMELEC election.
Last week its JOSERIZ paper and project.
This week its... hmmm... none.
But next week its the Basicom final project plus practice everyday and the play that we will be having on August 19. Same day with my Basicom class. Damn.
Next Next week its finals.

I am glad to say that the first term of my second year is full, I'm ending up with the tired and happiness, unlike the past few terms, everyday is  boring, the day repeats itself afterall.

Cram!! I haven't memorized my monologue yet!!
Imma present myself as an oily old man.. (But how..?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115548050463365654?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115548050463365654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115548050463365654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115548050463365654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115548050463365654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/08/recovered-xd.html' title='Recovered! XD'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115548012880983465</id><published>2006-08-12T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T12:08:05.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 12, 2006</title><content type='html'>Promise, today I am really tired, and so I sleep as early as possible, and thats 8:30 pm, as I arrived at our house and my body automatically lay on the bed and snoring.. ZzzzZz. 

My head fucking hurts. The Earth is turning around, I can feel it..

Basicom class was okay, though I still hate it, I am grateful that its only once a week, and next week, we're going to have our individual final project, aw man, plus 9 o'clock going home everyday? I dunno what can I produce on that day afterall, plus, the event after the basicom class is our play! Waargh, I might hate this week, though I am a bit excited, I can now feel the challenge.

Though sometimes I hate practices, but I still love our Oralcom class, for no reason, I love all the friends there, it was fun to be with them, this is the best class I ever have, the class that I appreciate most, aside from our Worlite class, which was handled by Ms. Pao, the coolest UP prof. I ever had. :)

So this is where I went for today:
House -&gt; Bus -&gt; CSB (ML2/ BASICOM) -&gt; Cafeteria -&gt; ML2 -&gt; KennyRogers -&gt; Netopia -&gt; ML2 -&gt; Netopia -&gt; CSB -&gt; Car -&gt; Annapolis -&gt; Prominade (Teriyaki Boy) -&gt; Car -&gt; House (Clarisse) -&gt; Buendia (Jude) -&gt; Soler (Cherryl) -&gt; House (Mine) -&gt; Bed.
I love being tired though but not the time when I'm suffering from headache.

I am so weird. :S

On the way to Annapolis:

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Sukob is yet another scary movie that is not scary. Not really scary...

I finally wrote this article its not because I am lazy but the past few days really made me tired as a hell, I slept soon as I arrived from our house...

Fuckin' Noli and Jose Riz.. our prof is good but not really professional on teaching, promise, though he really knows Rizal and the two novels very very very well..

Simoun is very nice today, howdy! :)

Hmm.. Alright.. gonna sleep now... damn I need to sleep now... ZzzZzZzZzZzz.

Ahahaha, TimTam I found you!:

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Darn Jose Riz. Darn Noli. Darn Jose Riz. Darn Noli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115514019443004808?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115514019443004808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115514019443004808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115514019443004808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115514019443004808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/08/darn-jose-riz-darn-noli-darn-jose-riz.html' title='Darn Jose Riz. Darn Noli. Darn Jose Riz. Darn Noli.'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115513991322400316</id><published>2006-08-08T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:11:53.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break Up</title><content type='html'>It was a nice movie, i almost cried, too bad I watched it with Thea, no I mean, it will be great if you're together with your boyfriend or girlfriend, dont you think so? Man, its a date movie and we both are girls then we're watching it.. just like.. duh? Anyway, its a good movie for the couples.. promise.. :)

Then next.. we saw something..
Stolen from Thea:
"SHARON CUNETA NARRATES LOCAL VERSION OF MARCH OF THE PENGUINS

Sharon Cuneta is proud to be the narrator of Penguin, Penguin, Paano Ka Ginawa, the local version of the Oscar winning documentary, March of the Penguins. Morgan Freeman originally narrated the documentary.

Ito ay tungkol sa buhay ng mga penguins sa Antarctica. ??ocumentary siya, punong-puno siya ng puso. For the whole family talaga,??says the Megastar. 

from -- here.

OHSHIT! haha, i LOOOVVVVE the pinoy title! March of the Penguins is soo cute. haha. I am so watching the pinoy version!"

Today is father's day, in chinese calendar, 8 pronunce as "ba" in mandarin, so august 8 (8/8), means (ba/ba), so its a father's day (papa's day). lols. Chinese is really fun, if you got interested with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115513991322400316?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115513991322400316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115513991322400316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115513991322400316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115513991322400316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/08/break-up.html' title='The Break Up'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115479239390000068</id><published>2006-08-05T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:55:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done. Done. Done.</title><content type='html'>Yey, After two days of voting and one day of canvassing, we're almost done with the activies that we should be having for this term. Next term is not busy. 

Thanks to the ordev accredited power, the number of votes rose from 200 (last year) up to 1300 plus, pathetic number, 200 plus? yes, but don't think 1300 is a big number, there's around 6000 student population in this school and we have not yet reached any half of it, but its still a big increasing number as compared to the last year's. Wee. :)

We failed at BASICOM as of our PhotoGallery site seatwork, damn I really really appreciate frontpage more than dreamweaver, for me the dreamweaver is too limited for the HTML though it is really more powerful than frontpage, frontpage is more user friendly than dreamweaver, and so dreamweaver, you should die, as miss said, macromedia is sold to the ADOBE and you should become adobe dreamweaver. (Yea I know its not funny, its not a joke?!)

I miss the TMNT at the ilounge. :(
I wanna watch: "The Ant Bully" "The Break-Up" and "The Long Weekend".
I miss Xand's house. :(

Crap, I really need to think how could I make an arch out of popsicle sticks or toothpicks, anyone please? :&lt;

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Hmm.. If I wasn't mistaken the drawing should be Marie and Mark?
*Pictures grabbed from &lt;a href="http://thecowsaidmooo.blogspot.com"&gt;Thea&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115479239390000068?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115479239390000068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115479239390000068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115479239390000068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115479239390000068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/08/done-done-done.html' title='Done. Done. Done.'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115444096980185975</id><published>2006-08-01T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:00:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week is a busy week.</title><content type='html'>You could actually know what I am going to write in this article isn't it?

So you shouldn't expect what I am going to say isn't it?

But I hope you expect something from me, because that's my only happiness.

No! Don't contradict.

Well, we're going to have an event for tomorrow, its meeting de avance, a program for the candidates to share their speeches and vows for the incoming election on August 3 and 4. So! CSB kids, please please vote, your vote is very important to us. It is, don't think that a single vote is just an egg or nothing, it means alot... imagine... Candidate A and Candidate B running for the same position and having the same results of their votes, and so we need it to break the tie, "YOU" might the one who breaks the "TIE", but no, there's only one who is running for the presidency at the moment.

August 3 and 4, that's Thursday and Friday, there will be an election held outside LRC main, lobby. And at the first floor of AKIC building. Please vote please vote. :)

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What are we going to present for tomorrow in CATHWOR class?!!!

Anyway, that problem is solved already about 30 seconds ago.

I grabbed this from Rap, its wikimapia.

Here I show you our house in Taiwan. :)

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*My cough is getting well, ahahaha, makakarma din mga tumatawa sa akin...

Excited for the advance enrollment tomorrow, I hope we can have it all in the night class, I am not an early bird, can't wake up on 6 man! Classes that start on 9am will do for me, if you're going to choose 7am classes on the morning, I would rather choose classes on 7 to 9 of the evening.. :&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115425504656571594?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115425504656571594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115425504656571594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115425504656571594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115425504656571594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/panic-what-are-we-going-to-present-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115417261198645578</id><published>2006-07-29T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:30:12.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Pinas I love you.</title><content type='html'>Xand's house always been the best place to go to:

1. Whenever you got 5 hours break and dunno what you gonna do.
2. You miss her
3. You love her
4. You want to hug her
5. You want to see their dogs
6. You want to see the playground that made me become a loser.
7. If my house is in Binondo, Manila and Thea's in San Pedro, Laguna, hers is in the middle. Same as Marie's.

For more information about her, visit this &lt;a href="http://nobystandersallowed.blogspot.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.

And as I went there, I got:

1. TIMTAM chocolate bar or whatever it might be as long as its chocolate.
2. Foods. such as Bugong, we used to buy it.
3. TasTrans Bus ride. &lt;- I like them.
4. Scary movies.
5. Tom Hawk PS2 with Xands.
6. Bed.
7. Experiences with Filipino cultures.

And this is my conclusion:

1. Filipinos are hospitable.
2. Filipinos are hospitable.
3. Filipinos are welcome.
4. Filipinos are hospitable.
5. Filipinos are nice.
6. Filipinos are cheerful.
7. Filipinos are hospitable.

Aw. I found out that I owe them too much, I get them all for free :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115417261198645578?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115417261198645578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115417261198645578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115417261198645578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115417261198645578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/las-pinas-i-love-you.html' title='Las Pinas I love you.'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115413489096059711</id><published>2006-07-29T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:01:30.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop</title><content type='html'>I'm going to stop updating of this blog, I'm currently constructing another blog platform, translating to english version.. argh =..=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115413489096059711?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115413489096059711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115413489096059711&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115413489096059711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115413489096059711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/stop.html' title='Stop'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115382090989437573</id><published>2006-07-25T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:48:29.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Rain. I hope you won't stop.</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is a crazy thought, but I hope it will last until Thursday, or I mean until friday man! I don't wanna have our PE class that you're gonna wake up for 6am in the morning, I'm not an early bird, and its very very very very very very hastle to commute in rainy days!! Yes thats it. 

And I'm sicked, yes, its good that the day that i'm having the sick there is no classes, yeepee, but how long it will last? Who knows, still raining outside...

Hmmm... I can see flood everywhere... *Sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115382090989437573?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115382090989437573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115382090989437573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115382090989437573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115382090989437573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/rain-rain-rain-i-hope-you-wont-stop.html' title='Rain Rain Rain. I hope you won&apos;t stop.'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115365255690042656</id><published>2006-07-23T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:06:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog. New domain</title><content type='html'>I will be having new blog within next 2 weeks, the URL address will be 
http://www.7-boxes.com
I crave for your visits.
Actually I have it with wordpress blog platform installed previously, unfortunately I don't like all kinds of the PHP blog opensource platform, including wordpress, lifetype, nuclear, Pmachine.. etc.. movable type is too expensive for me to buy and my host doesnt support it and so I can't use it, another is tattertools, damn I like it so much but I can't resolve the english version of it with mySQL, yes, its chinese version works, damn, so I'm changing from php to asp, I'm glad to learn new web language! Weee..

I'm planning to install PJblog to my asp space, any other opensource platfrom suggested?

The history of 7-boxes:
7 is my favorite number because of its uniqueness, and its the section of my former school.
boxes? because I like boxes.
With this 7-boxes, it contains all kinds of me, 
Happy Hsiang 
Emo Hsiang
Lazy Hsiang
Bloody Hsiang
Nerdy Hsiang
Frighten Hsiang
Smarty Hsiang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115365255690042656?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115365255690042656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115365255690042656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115365255690042656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115365255690042656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-blog-new-domain.html' title='New blog. New domain'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115363043568646509</id><published>2006-07-23T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:53:55.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hsiang: Xands, when you will be die?
Xandra: I hope by 30.

Hsiang: I see, so young.
Xandra: Well, I wish to.

Hsiang: Today was a good day.
Xandra: Yes, it was.

Hsiang: ....................
Xandra: ....................

Funeral for a friend - History

Dear friends of this academy
oooh romeo is bleeding to death
To see a friend bleed to death, what for
Some kind of metaphor that I cant see?
So I'll drink until I see it.

This sky will make me sick
So I'll give up on you
I'll give up on this
This sky will make me sick
So I'll give up on this
I'll give up on you

Archers in your arches
Raise your fingers for one last salute
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine

So you want to hold me up and bring me down
Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down
I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you
and I don't care for your sweet scent
Or the way you want me more than I want you


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Too much 
To myself 
And I turn my back on my faith 
It's like glass 
When we Break 
I wish no one in my place 

And I've seen 
You don't need their seeds 
When the cut goes in deep 
And I'm lost in sleep 

I can't stay 
In this place 
I can't stand 
When the room turns round 
On my fate 
You give no guarantees 
There's no promise 
I can keep 

I can't stand 
I can't see my way 
I feel blind 
On my feet 
I can't stay too long 
Am I wrong? 

I'm so tired 
Of my mood 
And sleep comes 
With a knife, fork and a spoon 
You're so pale 
In your face 
You let life 
Get in your way 

And I've seen 
You don't need their seeds 
When the cut goes in deep 
And I'm lost in sleep 
Am I wrong? 

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Hey, are you there? ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115362915204641391?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115362915204641391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115362915204641391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115362915204641391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115362915204641391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-can-see-you-do-you-see-me.html' title='I can see you, do you see me?'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115348303848151642</id><published>2006-07-21T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:33:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing, swing, I am a loser.</title><content type='html'>Suppose to be we're going to have a new film for our music video because we have some lack scenes from the previous one, "Me and ET". 

But the filming didn't continue because Xandra lost her video cam cord.

After eating 12 pcs of vienna sausage  and 3 bars of TimTam chocolate with xandra, we went to the playground, aw come on, I am not adult yet (Liar), and I found out that I am a loser, I can't even swing, or I should say I don't know how to swing, we just discover that Thea is a great swinger or maybe I am just a loser, I can't swing high, I am so lame and pathetic enough to make Thea teach me how to swing high, she's really good, yes, and now its already past 5, we give up the filming, instead.. we played and hangout there for hours.. but still, I enjoy the day, because this is the first playground outside Manila I ever been.

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Picture of the day:

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I wish I had a dog like this..

Joke of the day:

What is the longest word in the English language? 





Smiles -- because there's a mile between the first and last letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115348303848151642?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115348303848151642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115348303848151642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115348303848151642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115348303848151642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/swing-swing-i-am-loser.html' title='Swing, swing, I am a loser.'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115348258222989712</id><published>2006-07-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:07:23.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nacho Libre</title><content type='html'>So.. its thursday again, I hate PE classes, and due to yesterday's tiredness, I didn't go to school for the PE, and I become so emo mode today.

I become mad, because of some argument in our restaurant with the sales lady, they always think that they're right but they're so selfish and didn't think what my situation is. Fuck, I am damn mad, plus I call Xandra and Thea, they didn't receive my call, damn, I get mad, I am not in a good mood, then suddenly my sickness turns up, I become so hopeless, my friends use to leave me alone so that I can calm down, but man, my hatest thing is to leave me alone, the more they don't bother me, the more I get mad, yes, I want their attention to me, else I will even get more mad than I had, all I want is just my friend to care for me, maybe they dont, because every person is different, but what I want is someone who cares and love me, because I grew up in a community that is so different, I just want their attention, I dont think that they should leave me alone and laughing or joking with each other beside me, I wish they can ask me why I am mad, maybe that's the different, because if I am the friend, I will try to notice if my friend is mad or not then ask her what happens, care for her, until she told me what happend to her, or if she said its confidential, then I will shutup and be aside of her until she becomes happy, maybe thats the different, different people have different ways of making friend with their friends (Redundant bleh), anyway, thats it. The problem is solved now, I wish they would know what I want and what I needs after this, this is not the first time, maybe, but I wish they would know how to do, because I trust them so much and treasure them more than the others. 

We watched Nacho Libre at MOA, its not really funny, its a bit fun, but not really fun, still, Simoun got no sense of humor, he didn't even laugh at all, and I fall asleep during the movie, still I can hear the laughs of Xands and Thea, anyways, its rating is 3/5 for me.

After the movie we went to ilounge, yes, its really easy to play Ninja if you guys are four, we beat the boss easily as compared to last thursday we repeated it for almost 5 or 6 times but we three still can't beat him... :&lt;

Hmm...  its a good day anyways. :)

Picture of the day:

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Joke of the day:

The Test

Three men who were lost in the forest were captured by
cannibals. The cannibal king told the prisoners that they could
live if they pass a trial. The first step of the trial was to go
to the forest and get ten pieces of the same kind of fruit. So
all three men went separate ways to gather fruits.

The first one came back and said to the king, "I brought ten
apples." The king then explained the trial to him. "You have to
shove the fruits up your butt without any expression on your
face or you'll be eaten."

The first apple went in... but on the second one he winced out
in pain, so he was killed.

The second one arrived and showed the king ten berries. When the
king explained the trial to him he thought to himself that this
should be easy. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8... and on the
ninth berry he burst out in laughter and was killed.

The first guy and the second guy met in heaven. The first one
asked, "Why did you laugh, you almost got away with it?" The
second one replied, "I couldn't help it, I saw the third guy
coming with pineapples."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115348258222989712?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115348258222989712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115348258222989712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115348258222989712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115348258222989712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/nacho-libre.html' title='Nacho Libre'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115348166271623117</id><published>2006-07-19T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:53:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ET and Me</title><content type='html'>Today is wednesday, we went to Thea's house for the music video assignment for our BASICOM class, our idea is to have me and ET, the dog, the document that records how I love ET, the memories when I was a child I am together with him, and then one day, Thea just kidnap my beloved cutie lovely pug. I fight with her, then I won, I get ET back with me, a happy ending. :)

Whew, arrived home at around 8pm, you just can't imagine how tired I am, and so Thea and Xandra, I believe they both same tired as me, but anyways, its a happy day.

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Me and ET

Picture of the day:
These dogs are interesting :)

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?? of the day:

TOP TEN LINES FROM INTERNET CHAT ROOMS 

1 You're different... I've never felt like this about someone I've never met before. 

2 I'm new online and haven't had time to create a profile... but tell me more about yourself. 

3 I never do Cybersex! Yet here in this room alone with you, well, I'm getting excited. 

4 I'm 5'4, blonde hair, blue eyes and everyone loves my body! 

5 I'm 6'0, great tan, and buffed from working out. 

6 Yes of course I'm female...

7 I'm in this private room consoling a depressed friend.

8 No this is my only screen name... You mean you can have more then one? 

9 I'm not like most of the guy's/gal's here, I want to meet so we can just have coffee and get to know each other. (at the hotel coffee shop) 

10 I don't care what you look like, it's what's on the inside that counts (Which is true, it means: I'm horny and could care less, just type)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115348166271623117?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115348166271623117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115348166271623117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115348166271623117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115348166271623117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/et-and-me.html' title='ET and Me'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115322769290535542</id><published>2006-07-18T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:49:08.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Masaya sana ang araw ko ngayon sa mall of asia, ngunit ganito yan.. 
I expected to play Dragon Ball Z na di ko alam na sega its parang RPG version of it, then I brought my Naruto PS2 CD but it didn't work, aw, fuck.
So we play Xbox,Ninja mutant.. whatever it is, we end up with the boss stage that we can't fought him no matter how many times we've tried, we tried to throw each one of us to him and make him dazed, it works, we tried to throw him the bomb but still useless, fuck.

Dyaykel Upload ko na. well, picture was taken in a bit boring HARTDS1 class yesterday.. and Dyaykel just become one of my friends! &lt;3

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Picture of the day:
No wonder of BMWs prices.

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Joke of the day: (Maybe its a bit corny..)

THE STUDENT 
may estuyante nag tanong sa kanyang pamilya kung anong sagot sa.... 
estudent: anong sagot sa no.1? 
nanay:tumahimik ka!!! ang sakit ng ulo ko!!! 
student:anong sagot sa no.2? 
tatay:#@$% sa inidoro!!! 
student:anong sagot sa no.3? 
ang kuya ay nakikinig ng music. 
kuya:dahil mahal kita.... 
student: anong sagot sa no. 3? 
ang kapatid ay nagbabasa sa librong sibika. 
kapatid:i shall return!!! 
sa paaralan.... 
guro:anong sagot sa no.1? 
student: tumahimik ka!!!! ang sakit ng ulo ko! 
guro:saan mo yan natutunan? 
student:@#$% sa inidoro 
guro: bakit mo ito ginawa? 
student:dahil mahal kita... 
guro:lumayas ka dito!!! 
student: i shall return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115322769290535542?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115322769290535542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115322769290535542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115322769290535542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115322769290535542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/masaya-sana-ang-araw-ko-ngayon-sa-mall.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115322650842965990</id><published>2006-07-17T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:16:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ate at Jolibee for the evey meal that I have for today.
Super yaman pala ng mga fastfood companies ngayon ko lang napansin, imagine this..
Minimum ng 1 person halos 70+ pesos ang abot, that means they will give you 100, if isang tao 100 ang binayad, at isang counter nakapila ng mga 5 tao, for 5 minutes.. nakaka500 na sila, if they had 3 couters, the minimum income they will have is 1500, and thats only for 5 minutes.. imagine for take outs and etc.. imagine for 24 hours.. 5*12=60, 1500*12=18000 for an hour, they got minimum of 18k per hour.. 
minus the taxes.. Argh, grabe.. malaki padin tubo nila kahit papaano.. and ang rami pa nilang branch.. wala lang.. I'm sharing this.. ngayon ko lang nalaman.. oo nga, wala akong magawa sa buhay eh... damn so boring..

Picure of the day:
Maybe we need a lock for it?

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Joke of the day:

Mayabang na Balikbayan 
CAPTION:Bagong dating and balikbayan at sumakay ng taxi papuntang balintawak via EDSA.Habang daan napapansin niya na nagtataasan ang mga building sa Pinas....

BALIKBAYAN: Hey mamang Driver ilan taon bang ginawa ang LRT na iyan? 
TAXI DRIVER: Mga apat na taon po sir 

BALIKBAYAN: Alam mo sa America, dalawang taon lang yan gagawin. 

BALIKBAYAN: Eh itong NIKKO GARDEN 

TAXI DRIVER: Siguro sir, mga dalawang taon po ginawa yan 

BALIKBAYAN: Naku sa america Isang taon lang yan..... 

BALIKBAYAN: EH itong MRT 

TAXI DRIVER(Medyo napupundi na):Ah sir mga isang taon lang yan ginawa... 

BALIKBAYAN: Naku sa America, anim na buwan lang yan....... 

BALIKBAYAN(Nagulat sa laki ng MEGA MALL): Mamang Driver ang laki naman ng mall na ito, Mga ilan taon ba yan ginawa? 

TAXI DRIVER: NAKU PO!! KANINANG PAG DAAN KO RITO WALA PA YAN AH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115322650842965990?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115322650842965990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115322650842965990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115322650842965990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115322650842965990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-ate-at-jolibee-for-evey-meal-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115302736398841286</id><published>2006-07-16T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:33:58.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I use to think that today is monday, and so I wake up on 9, I just thought that I have the class yesterday so I shouldn't have class today.

Picture of the day:
Pig Car Accident, 4 pigs die, 5 pigs wound, 16 pigs lost.

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Joke of the day:
Saturday morning ...

Bob's just about to set off on a round of golf when he realizes that he forgot to tell his wife that the guy who fixes the washing machine is coming around at noon. So Bob heads back to the clubhouse and phones home.

'Hello?', says a little girl's voice.

'Hi, honey, it's Daddy', says Bob. 'Is Mummy near the phone'?

'No, Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Frank'.

After a brief pause, Bob says, 'But you haven't got an Uncle Frank, honey!'

'Yes, I do, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mummy!'

'Okay, then. Here's what I want you to do ... put down the phone, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door, and shout to Mummy and Uncle Frank that my car's just pulled up outside the house'.

'Okay, Daddy'.

A few minutes later, the little girl comes back to the phone. 'Well, I did what you said, Daddy!' '

And what happened?'

'Well, Mummy jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming, then she tripped over the rug and went out the front window and now she's all dead'.

'Oh, my God .... and what about Uncle Frank?'

'He jumped out of bed with no clothes on, too, and he was all scared and he jumped out the back window into the swimming pool, but he must have forgot that last week you took out all the water to clean it, so he hit the bottom of the swimming pool and now he's dead, too'.

There is a long pause, then Bob says ........... 'Swimming pool? 

Is this 854-7039?!!!

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Here is the romantic poem by Rabindranath Tagore

If the most remote distance in the world is not between life and death surely, 

It must be the love between you and me. 

You are right in front of me, but I just can't say "love you" tenderly. 

If that is not the most remote distance in the world surely, 

It must be the way I love you, 

I love you, but you can't be with me. 

If that is still not the most remote distance in the world surely, 

It must be the way I pretend not loving you. 

I feel the breath of love clearly, 

but I have to pretend it never hits me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115302736398841286?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115302736398841286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115302736398841286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115302736398841286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115302736398841286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-use-to-think-that-today-is-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115294299596209672</id><published>2006-07-15T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:43:31.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so TRUE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/1600/personality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/320/personality.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

It says here that I am charming, aw yes I am. (No you're not)

Wahahahah Yes Showing Off, XD

We having our BASICOM class right now, its kinda fun because the room is made up of few students only, we're 13 in the class. 

This is our project for today, edited version:
Title: Finding Steve
Cast:
Hsiang Lee - The girl who lost her chicken
Xandra Ramirez - The girl who helps looking for the chicken
Thea Cinco - The one who documents the search of the lost chicken
Steve - Thea lost chicken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115294299596209672?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115294299596209672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115294299596209672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115294299596209672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115294299596209672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-so-true.html' title='This is so TRUE..'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115286298908779219</id><published>2006-07-14T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:11:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Ride.. going home..</title><content type='html'>This is my pirate name! :&gt; (Love you Jonny Depp &gt;o&lt;")

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/piratenamegenerator/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;What's" Your Pirate Name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
*Grabbed from Thea.

Today is the first time I ride the bus on the way of going home! It stops at Sta. Cruz Church which near our house.. man, I love riding bus rather than LRT, atleast its cold, no sweaty underarm smell of the people, oh, no more fart (Especially when you riding on a taxi, the taxi driver use to fart inside the car..) Yes, and more, its cheap, 8 pesos lang man! Haha, Imma love this I guess. :D I am just a bit little aware of the security near there..

Actually having the bus ride is my dream since I was a child... yes, it is. Because I remember the memories of having the bus ride when I was in Taiwan.. and so.. I wish there's a bus passing our house.. and now.. I glad there is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115286298908779219?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115286298908779219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115286298908779219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115286298908779219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115286298908779219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/bus-ride-going-home.html' title='Bus Ride.. going home..'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115277739798065038</id><published>2006-07-13T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:56:37.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No classes..
It's raning...
So..
I am sick..
Argh.. Damn.
Yes I'm having headache.

Um.. No PE classes for today, hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115277739798065038?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115277739798065038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115277739798065038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115277739798065038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115277739798065038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115271090248985380</id><published>2006-07-12T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:05:02.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates :&gt;</title><content type='html'>As what I expected for today, Thea, Xands and I watched the pirates 2 at Greenbelt 3, the rain was so heavy, as in super. But anyways, I enjoy the movie sooo much.. Wooo &gt;"&lt; Jonny Depp! I love him so much though he's a bit old, no, not really old, but in the age of 40 I guess? But he's still a nice nice actor, I like jack Sparrow so much, his make up, the way he act, its perfect! man, I am so excited with the Pirates 3, there will be asian pirates there and Chow Yun Fat will be the antagonist in the movie, yes yes thats it. Will Elizabeth choose Will Turner? or "Captain" jack Sparrow, the answer will be on the 3rd movie, it will be shown next year, can't wait man!! XD because there is Jonny Depp and Orlando Bloom, and so I rate this movie 5/5, better than superman, as for me, Heh. 

Ah yes, no classes for tomorrow, say hooray, actually I like to have classes, but unfortunately I hate having the P.E. classes on the morning, and take note, it's basketball, you going to play that sport on this early early morning, I hate it! I'm not an early bird then.

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&lt;a href="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2833/posters/poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2833/posters/poster1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115271090248985380?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115271090248985380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115271090248985380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115271090248985380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115271090248985380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates.html' title='Pirates :&gt;'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115244225391593229</id><published>2006-07-09T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:50:53.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala lang..</title><content type='html'>Wala lang.. haha.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/1600/cover.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/320/cover.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115244225391593229?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115244225391593229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115244225391593229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115244225391593229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115244225391593229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/wala-lang.html' title='Wala lang..'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115233742347089541</id><published>2006-07-08T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:48:48.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelson</title><content type='html'>This is Nelson.
Anyone would help me to set up colors?
I can't colour.
:&lt;
(Fucking mouth. Thats the biggest mistake there on my drawing)

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/1600/nelson4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/320/nelson4.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/1600/nelsoncolored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/320/nelsoncolored.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115233742347089541?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115233742347089541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115233742347089541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115233742347089541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115233742347089541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/nelson.html' title='Nelson'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115232393292556076</id><published>2006-07-07T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:40:47.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythos</title><content type='html'>We watched Mythos today, its nice, its good.
-How could those guys jumped that high?
-After 1 hour, suddenly everything goes into dark, yes, its blackout..-
This is what happend during the blackout there, Clarisse take a shot while Thea is eating her chocolate...
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It seems like the ghost wearing a mask...
Anyway, I guess she only passed by, maybe....

Then we went to iLounge, we played Ninja Turtles.. Xbox.. after the game we ate in Pho Hua..

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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/1600/DSC02801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/320/DSC02801.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/1600/DSC02808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/320/DSC02808.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Nakuha kasi si Kuya kamukha ng isa sa taga Big Brother (According to Thea and all of E.G.G. workers)

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Wee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115232393292556076?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115232393292556076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115232393292556076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115232393292556076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115232393292556076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/mythos.html' title='Mythos'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115216046698164734</id><published>2006-07-06T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:21:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boredom Week</title><content type='html'>This is the most boring week I ever had.
Our Organization needs more candidates for student council and hterefore we're holding an event for them.
All officers of the COMELEC were active on their activities except me.
I feel boredom.
I can't seat in the same place for hours.
Just like burning my buttocks for all day long.
I will describe myself as an monkey.
You know monkey? Yes.
I like to move. move it. move it.
And so, you can't expect me seating there all day long.
That's why I feel this week is boring..
Its my fault.
I can't be that lazy..
No I am not.. &gt;"&lt;

I am a big fan of POtC, Pirates of the Carrabean.
Jonny Depp and Orlando Bloom, they robbed my heart.
Woo..

Today is thursday.. we're suppose to be in somewhere else.. but I choose to go home and sleep all day long will my 5 hours break, no, actually its 6 hours break, including the hours when we don't have our ORALCOM class.

These are the pics:

&lt;a href="http://images.clarissekyut.multiply.com/image/5/photos/5/orig/114/SANY0046.JPG?et=afaL0V4x%2Cu1IKqI77SCwyg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.clarissekyut.multiply.com/image/5/photos/5/orig/114/SANY0046.JPG?et=afaL0V4x%2Cu1IKqI77SCwyg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Thea and Marie, Doing Hsiang Pose

&lt;a href="http://images.clarissekyut.multiply.com/image/4/photos/5/500x500/102/SANY0036.JPG?et=G7ob7df54pjDI5Lf24k6WA"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.clarissekyut.multiply.com/image/4/photos/5/500x500/102/SANY0036.JPG?et=G7ob7df54pjDI5Lf24k6WA" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
"May piso daw O!"

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"Asan?" Hsiang: "OO, nakita ko na, haha!"

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What a mouth.. =3=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115216046698164734?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115216046698164734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115216046698164734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115216046698164734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115216046698164734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/07/boredom-week.html' title='A Boredom Week'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115167240289485295</id><published>2006-06-29T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:39:58.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Questions..</title><content type='html'>Haha, normal ako? haha.

-50 Random Questions-

[001.] What`s your birthstone?: Emerald daw

[002.] What`s your favorite type of chocolate?: Wonka Bar, Maltesers

[003.] What time do you take a shower?: its either 6:30pm or 9:45pm, and every 8am in the morning for this term.

[004.] Have you lost all your baby teeth?: Maybe

[005.] What`s the most useless piece of technology?: Dunno

[006.] What`s the most useful piece of technology you have?: iPod Puti and Little Cutie Presario (My computer)

[007.] Are you allergic to anything? If so, what?: None, man, none, hope so.

[008.] Do you live on a street, avenue, etc? Salazar

[009.] How far away does your best friend(s) live? Exclude this

[010.] Who are your best friends?: I dont have best friends

[011.] Who are your good friends? lots, but the most I'm together with were: Marie, Simoun, Thea, Xandra. 

[012.] Do you ever say 'lol' or 'lmao' online? Yes, lols

[013.] Have you ever seriously typed lyk diisz?: Nah.

[014.] What do you think happens when you die?: Afterlife.

[015.] What`s the most painful dental work you`ve gotten?: I forget it.

[016.] Where`s your favorite place to be?: Greenbelt, ATC, SM-ASIA, School (hells yea!)

[017.] Name one good store that went out of business: ?

[018.] What did you do for fun when you where little? Sing, play with my older brother

[019.] What gaming consoles do you have?: Gameboy Colour, Gameboy Advance, PS1, PS2, Gamecube

[020.] : Alright, no quesitons, leave it blank

[021.] What class do you get the most homework from?:
Yes, JoseRiz. 

[022.] What`s your favorite board game?: I don't play board game

[023.] What`s your favorite lunch?: McDonalds

[024.] Pizza or Chinese takeout?: Pizza

[025.] What`s your fourth period class?: Monday - History of Art and Design 1

[026.] What CD is in your CD player?: I threw my CD player. No more CD player.

[027.] What`s your favorite number?: Because of some reason, I love 7, but number 16 will do for me, 6+1 = 7

[028.] Are you always late, early or on time? Late. Always

[029.] Ever got detention?: No... Ah yes, in chinese class.. when I was a little noisy macho kid

[030.] What did you do for your last birthday party? My friends bought me a cake, they sang the birthday song for me.. 

[031.] What do you think of the color blue?: I will prefer black or white

[032.] Can you speak any other languages? English, Madanrin, Taiwanese, Cantongese few: Japanese, French, Bisaya

[033.] Black and white or color pictures?: Cool

[034.] What meals did you eat today?: Longganisa Rice and regular fries, Chicken nuggets, spagetti, sundae cone, my mum cooks chicken curry, 2 Chiffon bread, 1 milk tea = 3000 calories

[035.] What`s your favorite cereal?: Frosties

[036.] What time do you get up on school mornings?
8am

[037.] What color is your keyboard?: Black

[038.] Do you have a pet rock?: No

[039.] What colors are the sheets on your bed?: Checkerd Red

[040.] Do you live in a house, apartment, etc?: I call this as an Apartment

[041.] What`s your favorite kind of shoes?: My TUK shoes, and high cut boots

[042.] What three things really annoy you?: Discipline. I everything and receive for nothing. They forget what did they promise or say

[043.] Do you ride the bus, get a ride or walk to school? Private car, LRT, and pedicab.

[044.] How long is your hair?: 16~17  inches

[045.] What`s your favorite weather?: Cloudy, Sunny, Rainy, depends on my mood

[046.] Ever saw a real rainbow?: Maybe,

[047.] What is your nationality? Taiwan

[048.] Ever visited New York?: Never

[049.] What forums do you visit?: Demonoids

[050.] What`s your favorite holiday?: New Year

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Register now now now
Quick!
You might lost your great opportunities
:D

Enjoy!

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Nevermind about why I am mad, ofcourse its not because no one wants to swap with me for the speech or like that, I won't be upset just because of that, its kinda non sense, anyways, I'm not mad now. :D  

Process: moody + emotional + hot tempered = MAD + 1~2 hour = COOL.

JB Music is our favorite hang out place there in Mall of Asia.
Kuyas there were kind and willing to lend their electronice guitar for me. 
Aw &gt;w&lt;

=Playing Great Romances of the 20th century by Taking Back Sunday=

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We are required to go there, and cheer for our school, and so we did.

Here is the problem before going there.

First of all, we 3 little kids aiming for free tickets, in priviledge we're officers of an sub council here in our school so we can get the free tickets.

Second, around 8pm, Simoun texted and told us that we should take the ride with the bus of the school at 8am so we can get the free ticket, else we can't have it.

Third, I can't get up at 7am, so.. Thea, Lexy and i have a plan, we're going to Arantena with my car. Okay. Thats it. We'll meet at 9am.

Fourth, Lexy arrived at school on 8:45, she saw the bus, she told me to go there quickly. For us to take the free ride, but I told her No, Thea haven't arrived yet we got our plan, I can't leave her alone in school, that will provoke my trust of being her friend, we got the plan, the plan! Lexy can't decide on decision, and I texted her that I will not be that selfish and left my friend alone in the school, she have no car, she can't communite, and what we've talked about yesterday? its planned, and therefore I will not leave her, it will be alright for me to be absent than she will be hurt. And so Lexy decided to come along with me, she flee, but she have catched the eye of sir Toby, but anyways, he let her off the bus.

Fifth, Lexy and I waited for Thea in Jolibee for almost an hour. Yea Right, "9 daw ah".

Sixth, I asked for Simoun to buy us the ticket for the NCAA, and he did. (CHEERS Thea! CHEERS LEXY! HOORRAY), its a great help, whenever I need help, Simoun's always there, He's a nice nice guy indeed. :)

Seventh, We arrived at Araneta around 11am, Simoun was already waiting for us in the red gate.

Eight, My dearest ETYMOTICS ER6i was broken! Aw man, 8K....

Nine, We left there at 2. Then we go to Makati for my new earphone :(

Tenth, almost bought a fake earphone, but its good I found it quickly, now I got my Sennheiser MX500 (From SHURE E2C to ETYMOTICS ER6i then now SENNHEISER MX500, its a big fall ass man!)

Eleventh, We went to Alabang Town Center and dropped off Thea there.

Twelveth, I sent Xandra's home for she told us that it will be nearer if we take the road from her house to our house, and it was so true.

Thirteenth, Atlast I arrived at our house on 5..

::Here's some news about NCAA, this is in tagalog version::
Nagumpisa ang asaran ng dalawang iskwelahan..
Letran: "Pangit kayo!! Pogi kami!!"
CSB: "Tuition namin baon niyo!!"
Letran: "................"
::End::

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For nothing. We don't even know why we're there. Aw yes. Thea did her JoseRizal reaction paper there, while Xands and I playing Halo 2 on ilounge (E.G.G.). 

After Thea's paper, we went to the bayside and watch the another great creation of God which is the sea.. I like the smell of the sea. Its salty. 
Suddenly here comes a guy who's asking us to buy his product for his tuition fee, a pen for 50 pesos, but we don't have any money left for that pen, and so we didn't buy it. Here comes another guy, who jumps into rocks and looking for bottles, he told us to give him one, for his tuition fee, again. There's lot of poor students earning their tuition fee in different ways, actually you could see how's a country growth by looking their environment, and if you involved with the situation like mine, you will noticed that this country is completely poor... I still expecting something here in future, I hope it won't lost my trust.

EVERY WEEK = 1 MALL OF ASIA (YEA! MAN)
EVERY WEEK = Lexy/Thea/Hsiang 's HOUSE (Aw YEA)
EVERY 2 WEEK = Atleast 1 MOVIE watched in CINEMA (Because I'm a Cinema fan)

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My head hurts today, why?
I am smacked by the ball of the basketball on my cheeks, left side of head(straight temple and cheeks), damn hurts, and almost cries, but I didn't. 
My head bumped with a metal thingy of PEDICAB inside, while riding it to AKIC.

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No Yahoo Messenger = Mad.
There's a problem in Yahoo Server.
I tried to reinstall this software for almost 10 times, and its crashing my computer, either chinese or english won't do, and last, I stop at english version.
Yahoo! Your bad. :(

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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/1600/bb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/320/bb5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115089461459218608?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115089461459218608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115089461459218608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115089461459218608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115089461459218608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-lovely-little-nephew.html' title='My lovely little nephew'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115076767873402814</id><published>2006-06-20T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:41:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnarok Memoires</title><content type='html'>Here comes the memories..
As I see these pictures...
I recall something...
That's what you called as happiness...
I seek for that happiness again...
But now it couldn't be back again...
Its the game 3 years ago.. I quit on 2004 April.
The patch on that time is JUNO, in Taiwan.
The story ends here. Followed by the World of Warcraft.
Which I started on December 27, 2004 and end up on 2005.

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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/1600/Ragnarok02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4462/798/320/Ragnarok02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115076767873402814?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115076767873402814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115076767873402814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115076767873402814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115076767873402814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/06/ragnarok-memoires.html' title='Ragnarok Memoires'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115072921567480550</id><published>2006-06-19T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:02:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sopas</title><content type='html'>Here is the story begins.. its 3:45 afternoon in CSB's canteen...

Me: Thea, what you want?
Thea: Dunno
Me: Ah, I would have sopas, you like sopas?
Thea: No, I will have others.
Me: Aw okay, well, Imma have sopas and fettucini.
Thea: Okay, same as mine.
Me: Miss! Miss! I want sopas and fettucini. 
(Canteen lady was serving food for another customer)
Me: Sir! Sir! I want sopas and fettucini.
(Canteen boy look at me and didn't serve the food for me)
Me: But Fettucini won't feed my appetite, Imma have Beef.
Thea: OKay.
Me: You want Beef?
Thea: No.
Me: Are you sure fettucini will be enough?
Thea: Yes.
Me: Ah!! Sir, I want Beef and sopas.
(Canteen lady looked at me, she starts to serve the food for Thea)
Me: Aw! Miss, I want Beef and sopas.
(Canteen lady looked at me again, and starts to put some rice)
Me: No!! Miss I want Fettucini.
Cateen Lady: Okay.
Me: Yey, Thanks.
Thea: I want C2.
Canteen guy: But out C2 is not cold
Thea: Ah! no no, I want Coke.
Cateen guy: Okay.
Me: Thea, you bought coke? (Obviously)
Thea: Yea.
Me: Ah Miss, I want coke light.
(Canteen lady serves my food now and begin to serve another guy at the back of the line, let's set it as Guy A)
Guy A: xxxxxxxx
(Its mumur, I can't hear him)
(Then canteen lady changes his money back, maybe the item he wants is not available)
Guy A left.
(Canteen lady get into the kitchen, left the sopas alone in the serving table)
Me: Umm.. Is that mine? (Pointing at the sopas)
Canteen Guy: aw.... u.. uh... dunno
Me: Aw, is that mine? does it? (I'm not excited, promise)
Canteen Guy: Uh.. maybe that's what Guy A ordered, did you order sopas too?
Me: Aw.. No, I am just asking, is it mine?
Thea: .........
Me: .............
(Canteen Guy is counting money for our change)
Me: ........ Uh...
(20 second passed)
Me: Alright, we're going to get the money back later
--------------------- 5-10 minutes after -------------------
Me: Where's our change?
Canteen Guy: Here.. (pointing the money)
Me: Okay thanks... 
Canteen Guy: (Pointing at Thea) Hers should be changed with 32 pesos, and yours should be....
Me: Okay (He gives us 65 pesos)
We left there and the sopas is still there...
Me: .... Maybe that's mine?
Thea: What?
Me: No, what you want? Wanna buy something else?
Thea: Yea sure, I want some candies...
.............

The Story ends here...
Is that sopas suppose to be mine?
Did I pay for that sopas? ....
......... Did I?
I did?

&lt;a href="http://www3.kcn.ne.jp/~nagaikyo/SHIRYO/FOODS/Sopas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www3.kcn.ne.jp/~nagaikyo/SHIRYO/FOODS/Sopas.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115072921567480550?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115072921567480550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115072921567480550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115072921567480550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115072921567480550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/06/sopas.html' title='Sopas'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115072764401983499</id><published>2006-06-18T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:05:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of Jayson and His Mom</title><content type='html'>Here is my post, this suppose to be my Filip13 quiz,
Now I share it, I like my drawings here, though its a bit rudy.
But it still looks nice.. (Maybe...? :D)

&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2006/161/5/9/Talambuhay_ni_Jayson___1_by_cookie053177.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2006/161/5/9/Talambuhay_ni_Jayson___1_by_cookie053177.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2006/161/b/5/Talambuhay_ni_Jayson___3_by_cookie053177.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2006/161/b/5/Talambuhay_ni_Jayson___3_by_cookie053177.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I berely draws. lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115072764401983499?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115072764401983499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115072764401983499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115072764401983499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115072764401983499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-of-jayson-and-his-mom.html' title='Life of Jayson and His Mom'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115072719593789133</id><published>2006-06-17T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:02:18.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October Fall - Second Chances</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of second chances 
Cigarettes turn to ashes 
I'm standing under street signs 
To know the places I've been my whole life 
I watch the hours pass us 
Another one burns to ashes 
I'm waiting for your phone call 
To come and save me so you can break my fall 

I will stand outside, wait for you to come find me 
I will keep on my light by my bed till you get home 
And I won't sleep tonight, till you get home 
I won't sleep tonight, till you get home 

My bed light's burning brighter 
Boiled like a boxed in fighter 
You've got me fighting pillows 
My eyes just won't close till you're at my side 
The hours slip to morning 
I see the sun coming up 
I'm turning off the TV 
I'm watching faster than you gave up on me 

I will stand outside, wait for you to come find me 
I will keep on my light by my bed till you get home 
And I won't sleep tonight, till you get home 
I won't sleep tonight, till you get home 

I got your letters that you sent to me 
And it feel likes summer 
But your far away from me 
When I need you here 

I will stand outside, wait for you to come find me 
I will keep on my light by my bed till you get home 
And I won't (I won't) sleep tonight, till you get home 
I won't sleep tonight, till you get home

If I am that girl that referring, I will be so touched.. :)

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?: What are you doing?
?: Hey,
?: Can you give me E-points? (For Game)
?: Can you?
Hsiang: I don't play games now
Hsiang: Since I'm having my classes now, so I don't play
?: No
?: You buy 50
Hsiang: No
?: Then give it to me
?: Plsssssssssssss
Hsiang: I don't have EP right now
?: k ty
?: hehe
Hsiang: There's no place here for me to buy EP and I don't want to waste money
?: No
?: You buy one
Hsiang: NO
?: kk
?: sure master
?: No?
Hsiang: I don't want to...
?: Ok
?: Thanks anyway

I'm not that rich for you to waste my money..
50 pesos = 2 rides of LRT + PEDICAB to AKIC
Hell, Am I that rich?
No I'm not :&lt;
I would buy the thing if I like to, :B
I don't need someone to waste my money I guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115051875045665108?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115051875045665108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115051875045665108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115051875045665108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115051875045665108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-made-me-feel-weird.html' title='This made me feel weird..'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115039044319115750</id><published>2006-06-14T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:54:03.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I will ask myself like this:</title><content type='html'>Hey Hsiang:

Are you really Happy?

Are You?

Are You?

Are You?

Are You?

Are You?

Are You?

Are You?

Are You?

Are You?

Are You?

Are You?

Are You?

Are You?

Yes I am. Sometimes

Only if, sometimes.

Sometimes. I'm really happy.

Aw Yes, I been happy.

DidI?

I did.

Did I?

I did.

Did I?

I did.

Are You?

No I'm not. :)

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卻迷惘的相信愛與被愛的真實…。
傻瓜？！你懂得什麼…愛過嗎…？
原來時間並不會治療心底的傷口的…
它只不過是讓受傷變成一種習慣…
讓人習慣了這個傷口變成傷痕…
然後習慣這個傷痕存在，就不會痛了…
而不是真得讓傷口復原了…

這幾天常常在夢裡冒險…
有著忌妒，有著害怕，有著搞笑，有著依賴…。
發揮淺意識的存在，我知道環遊世界一圈了…。
可能有一點快，起碼這存在過…。
也許沒人看過我所留下的紀念…
不過，我知道也確信，
在某時某地某一刻，
回首探望甚至大步前進…
我會看見，曾經最驚心動魄，最美輪美奐的心情…。

習慣了現在的一切…
也許現在真得很不開心…
但很努力壓抑著不開心…

期待下一個真實開心的人，
在夢裡出現…
起碼，笑容不會寂寞…。

看出來了嗎？
很多人的笑容裡藏著很深很深的寂寞…
即使，這一刻的笑容很燦爛，很陽光，很可愛…
但有誰知道？
這一刻的背後藏著多少無助心酸的寂寞？！

我知道嗎？！其實真不知道…

只是覺得，世界上有誰的名字，
可以讓誰開心揚起嘴角？
誰又會微笑的想起？

人與人終究只是相遇的瞬間記住存在…
離開了以後，真的會記得嗎？
或許，以後，甚至曾幾何時，
在某年某月某一天，
聽了一首歌…
才會赫然想起自己曾經認識這樣一個人…

也許，今天這一首歌很不小心的被遺忘了…
你可能依然快樂的哼著…
你可能依舊天真的想著…
你可能還留在原地打轉…
你可能還說著同樣的話…
你可能…
笑容裡帶著寂寞…。

真的快樂嗎？！

沒有人會為了你停留這一刻…
就連時間也是…。

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Been Sensitive these days.

Sorry Simoun

Sorry Thea

Sorry Marie

Sorry Xands

Sorry Hsiang

I'm bad.

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這是一篇真人真事，某位網友把他的心情寫成文章…我把他轉po過來與大家分享的!!
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我曾經是個很慘的胖子，有多慘?
是那種深夜裡會躲在角落暗自垂淚，一轉身還會被自己壓到的胖子。

我國一喜歡一個女生，副班長，但是她喜歡我好朋友，他是班長，郎才女貌。
我同學，對那個女生很冷淡，愛理不理(可能他那時候也是國中生，蠻不成熟
我跟那個女孩是好朋友，無話不談得知心好友。
國中那時候大概是古惑仔看多了，什麼朋友妻不可戲，比禮義廉恥還重要。
所以，我總是把自己的真情隱瞞在【紅粉知己】的招牌下。

好幾次，，我都想對她吶喊
『是的，我喜歡妳，而且從來沒有輸給他過!!!』
好幾次，
看他們牽手散步校園。我卻只能一個人在那邊搓手。

看他們耶誕節，互送禮物，甜蜜的圍同一條圍巾。我卻只能在家裡一個人叮噹。

看著老師上課虧他們兩個，女孩臉紅的害羞樣子。我卻只能看著我旁邊呼呼大睡的死黨。
男生總是在同儕面前說，是女孩喜歡他的，『你們誰想要，可以讓給你們阿。』
卻不知道我心裡聽到這句話，憤怒得在滴血。
上高中之後，男孩跟我念同一所男校，他媽媽管得緊，也不欣賞那女孩子。
男孩居然直接跟女孩說，以後我們除了寒假暑假春假之外都不要見面吧。
平常就補英文的時候見一個面吧。
女孩，痛，哭。
我更內傷。

高一那年，女孩還是跟男孩在一起，但陪伴她的，是我的身影，我的靈魂。
她難過的時候，我陪他聊到日出，雖然常常聊的都是那個男孩。
她忘了買學校的交換禮物，拎北猛的跟什麼一樣，跑去天母買完，再送到木柵。
她樂隊成果展的時候，我明明那天自己社團也有表演，
為了讓她覺得有成就感，為了送她花，我忍著大家的責難眼光，退出了活動。
我永遠記得那年他們學校舞會，我們拿到兩只螢光手環，一桃紅，一紫。
回來的252公車上，她要我選一個帶走，我猶喻了一下，選了桃紅色。
她開心得戴上紫手環，看著我說，『我還以為你會選紫色呢。』
我在心中無聲的吶喊，『我選桃紅，是因為我知道你最喜歡紫色。』

高二上，我覺得我對她的感覺已經壓止不住了，兩個人的關係也愈來愈愛昧。
男孩也將近半年，只跟女孩連絡不到十次。
我還是困惑於情和義，因為男孩真的是我很好的朋友。
我消失了兩個星期，忙社團迎新，也讓自己沉殿一下。
想清楚之後，我覺得我愛那個女生，我想跟她在一起。
我積極的約她出來，白天出去玩，夜裡談心。

我想讓她知道我有多想擁抱她，多想讓她做我的女朋友。

但是，有些東西不一樣了。

她閃躲我，用複雜的眼神看著我，聊天的時候總是有點心虛。
我瘋狂，沉不住氣。只想到處問人為什麼。
我們一個共同的國中朋友，吞吞吐吐的告訴我，我消失的這兩個星期，
『男孩回去找她，她們好像復合了。』
心碎，四年多的耕耘，比不上瞬間輕意的回頭。
女孩殘忍的，叫男孩親手把她寫的耶誕卡送給我，內容是『我想跟你做一輩子的朋友』
幹，這句話下面還有用螢光筆畫重點。

忽然之間，我懂了。

我一直在痛苦著，為什麼她不選我，可是我從來不去思考，她為什麼要選我?
我一直在找藉口，兄弟情，我是胖子，我講話不好笑，她沒發現我的內在。
可是我從來沒有去找方法。
我一直以為『真誠的心是可以打動一切的』，可是我卻忘記努力才是更讓人動容的偉大
。

四年了，一場空，會痛，很痛。
那段時間，我只要打開收音機，聽到情歌，我就會開始躲在棉被裡哭。

我可以選擇放棄，可以相信社會上無數安慰人騙人的話。
『下一個會更好。』
『順其自然。』
『是她不懂得欣賞你得好。』
『你是個好人，一定會遇到幸福的。』
只是，
我選擇，用痛苦為養份，讓自己幻化成長。
我是很痛很痛的拔下自己天使般的白色羽毛，告訴自己今後再也不為任何女人掉淚。

再拼湊著惡魔的黑色羽翼。

因為我徹底明白到，感情世界裡，沒有悲劇的英雄，只有最後的勝利者。
如果你不能改變遊戲規則，那你就要成為最熟稔遊戲規則的人。

胖是不是?

市面上減肥的書，我沒看過一百本，八十本也少不了。
努力有恆心的試過N種方法，終於找出最適合我的體重控制法。
我從國三的86公斤，現在精準的維持在178/69公斤。

皮膚不好是不是?

你知道我現在的皮膚光滑，是看過快20家皮膚科後，才找到最適合我的療程嗎?

長得沒很帥是不是?

我難道不能幫自己挑個更適合自己的髮型。
我難道不能從不斷的測試中發現，其實自己穿襯衫polo杉，最有雅痞味。
我難道不能讓自己總是看起來乾乾淨淨，整整齊齊，舒舒服服?

講話不幽默是不是?

你知道我曾經兩個月之內，看了一年份的超級星期天跟兩年份的我猜，
每看一集，所有的笑點，我一點一點的記在紙上。
為的是學會那大家口中『天生下來的幽默感。』

你知道我硬背了多少joke板的笑話，幹，有得還不好笑，一開始還分辨不出來。
你知道當我開始，把記下來的笑點實用的時候，那種用不對時間點，全場冷住的乾尬嗎?
你知道我一次又一次，再乾尬再間介，我還是努力學習應用笑點的堅定嗎?
你知道現在的我，可以讓女生從頭到尾笑不停嗎?

好人牌是不是?

你知道我為了讓自己，『不光只是』好人牌。
我看了多少資料多少書，跟多少人聊天請教，自己多少次嘗試，多少次失敗。
你知道，多少經驗才能累積成『手段』
你知道，多少知識才能累積成『智慧』
多少『心痛』，才能讓人明白到，『行銷自己』是多麼重要的事情。
因為你很好，所以你一定要讓你最愛的人知道你有多好。
因為你不夠好，所以我們才能更努力，讓她知道，我們有多愛她。

沒才華是不是?

我曾經是個作文，總是五十分拿7分~8分的小男孩。
現在，我可以寫出讓人動容的情書。讓人振奮的文字。
曾經我畫的畫，讓我媽看到都在皺眉，叫我多念書比較好。
我高三那年，在士林夜市，我手工做的卡片一張可以賣120，我一個寒假賣了80幾張。
我曾經是個大家覺得我不會玩只會念書的小學生。
你知道，我玩出了一張，『丙級調酒師』執照嗎?

不會跟異性相處是不是?

不去設身處地想，【她為什麼要愛上你】，你要怎麼讓她愛上你?
不去細心用心，你要怎麼知道，異性在意的，想要的，是哪些特質?
整天猜猜猜，猜異性喜歡你，不喜歡你，有用嗎?
不會去觀察嗎?
沒觀察力怎麼辦?不會去訓練嗎?

你知道我在西門丁誠品前面，看一圈，哪個人大概在等誰我大概都猜得八九不離十嗎?
怎麼猜，
看他狂野衣服皺皺的就穿出來，就知道他本來是不習慣穿這種打扮的，他大概是規律的學 生，應該是跟同學出來，才想穿得有點特別，卻又顯得倉促。
看女生帶著附近店家袋子，就出來等人，就知道她之前已經逛過街了。女生等女生， 通常會一直逛到對方來，再出來一起出去晃。會提早出來在那枯等，等的大概就是男人。
一個女生傳大頭貼照片給你，叫你猜她是裡面的那個人。
你一定要猜笑的最自然的，因為很少有人會傳，自己露鼻毛的照片給人猜。
我觀察力強，沒什了不起。
但你有沒有勇氣，像我一樣，一開始的時候，為了確認自己猜得對不對，敢跟路人問
『小姐，對不起，請問你是在等你男朋友嗎?』
『先生，請問一下，你是在等你同事嗎?』
你有沒有勇氣，在一次又一次，別人給你的白眼中，還能為了讓自己更成熟，
微笑的堅持著。

如果，我是天生下來的強者，或許我會安慰所有情感不順遂的人，加油。
但是，我不是。
我是無比堅忍的草根人物。
我必須殘酷的告訴你，所謂的『安慰』，只是弱者的安魂曲。 .『失敗的人找藉口，成功的人找方法。』

希望所有看這篇文章的板友，都是成功的人。

對了，女孩在我高三下五月，主動跟我告白，
她哽咽得跟我說『如果錯過了我，她一定會很後悔，可不可以給她機會。』

這是偉大的奇蹟 ? 還是令老天動容的努力 ?

我選後者。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115039060484336871?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115039060484336871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115039060484336871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115039060484336871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115039060484336871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_07.html' title='胖的人..'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-115039067176607257</id><published>2006-06-05T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:57:51.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been that busy</title><content type='html'>Didn't update my blog for couple of days, been busy with something, and I don't sure what I am going to write with.

Hmm... I met new friends this term.

Lots of new friends.

Which I really enjoy being with them

Yea.. That's it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-115039067176607257?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/115039067176607257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=115039067176607257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115039067176607257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/115039067176607257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/06/been-that-busy.html' title='Been that busy'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-114908847958571214</id><published>2006-05-31T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:19:46.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe.. Best Birthday Ever..</title><content type='html'>My Birthday couldn't be better than this ever.

First, my friends greet me, yes, lots of friends, the most important, my friends bought me a chocolate mousse cake from Red Ribbon, and we finished it within 5 minutes.

My mum bought me a black forest and another cakes for our employees and workers.

I enjoyed the day with the greetings.

This gonna be my best birthday ever. I guess.

Thanks for those who greet me. I love you.

Thanks for a million trillion times!

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Stop me...

No you can't stop me

It cause me dying...

Yes it will cause me dies

I hate being &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt; again...

In fact you're alone again

I hate noises...

There's no noise

Keep those away from me...

I see nothing

My head hurts...

Its abnormal

I could hardly breathe...

Then stop breathing

It feels strange...

Don't you remember this feeling? It seems familar

It set me dies...

Then die


AWAY...

But it comes

Please...

And it comes, nearer 

I'm dying...

Go and Die

Don't...

..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-114889672532643160?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/114889672532643160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=114889672532643160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/114889672532643160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/114889672532643160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/05/stop-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-114879325852180096</id><published>2006-05-26T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:14:18.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall of Asia?</title><content type='html'>Wake up around 6am for our PE class which starts on 7:20pm, after the next class of the PE, I went to the SM mall of asia with the Thursday People. Simoun made me mad, I really get mad. I paid 300 pesos of the Director's Club in iMax, we watched the X-men 3, the theatre was nice enough for you to shout out "WOAH". 300 pesos is worth for tha place, really, I promise. After the movie, Thea, Xands and I went for a walk, while Xands waiting for her friend. Got home around 9:30pm, Tired

Today is the worse day of Thea in the whole of her 17 years life.
That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-114879325852180096?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/114879325852180096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=114879325852180096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/114879325852180096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/114879325852180096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/05/mall-of-asia.html' title='Mall of Asia?'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-114879337713628005</id><published>2006-05-21T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:32:18.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nana, the best japanese movie I ever seen&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;nana Komatsu (Aoi Miyazaki) journeys to Tokyo to be with her boyfriend. A stroke of luck finds her sitting on the train next to NANA Osaki (Mika Nakashima), a budding rock vocalist. Although they part at Tokyo Station, their paths cross once more as they compete for the same apartment. They decide to move in together and despite their differences, introspective NANA and outgoing nana become firm friends. NANA finds a new bassist and reforms her old band, Black Stones. Unfortunately, nana finds that the course of true love does not always run smoothly. nana receives some good news, however, when she wins a pair of tickets to see her favorite band, the hit sensation TRAPNEST, in concert and invites NANA along. NANA has reservations about seeing the band play live and it is now that nana discovers the secrets of her friend's past - NANA's unresolved feelings towards TRAPNEST's guitarist, Ren, her ex-boyfriend and ex-BLACK STONES bassist. The curtain goes up on the TRAPNEST concert and Ren steps onto the stage. NANA sits below in the front row of the audience. Her eyes fill with tears as memories come flooding back. Will NANA and Ren be reunited...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-114879337713628005?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/114879337713628005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=114879337713628005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/114879337713628005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/114879337713628005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/05/nana.html' title='Nana'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-114879328349296903</id><published>2006-05-21T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:14:43.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, Summer</title><content type='html'>Today is our last day of summer vacation, I just can't imagine that time goes that fast. Tommorow will be my first day of sophomore year on my college.
Here is my courses for this term:

ORALCOM - Oral Communication
HARTDS1 - History of Art and Design
PHILIEN - Philippine Literature
CATHWOR - Catholicism in the World (My friend thought it's Catholic Workship)
JOSERIZ - Jose Rizal (Obviously)
PEFORTS - PE 4 Sports (It's either Football, Volleyball, or Basketball)
BASICOM - Basic Computing

Hail, I can wake up around 8! Last term I got a class on 7, therefore I need to wake up at 6am, and that's hell, I sleep 4~5 hours everyday, that's terrible, I drop a course with the reason of "Late and Absences", You can't really concetrate during the class discussion if you're sleepy, better avoid those early classes, they're hell. :&lt;

Say hello to froshie, weepeee. Goodbye my Salt Fishy Summer.



What does this picture mean? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-114879328349296903?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/114879328349296903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=114879328349296903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/114879328349296903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/114879328349296903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/05/bye-summer.html' title='Bye, Summer'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10365429.post-114758299779797671</id><published>2006-05-14T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:35:51.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xands</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is our own version of dotA, the heroes were based from the PS game "Dynasty Warrior", its a nice game, it's same as dota all star, the difference is the setting of the person and some features, but yes, we can buy armies and even call alliance to help us.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Again, its rainning again outside, I don't hate rainny days, but during these days I can't go out with my friends, its kinda hassle if you're going out with rainy days, especially I'm planning to E.K. for this coming 31st of the month for the celebration of my 18th birthday (Happy Birthday Hsiang).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One more week to go and the classes are going to start, I'm a bit excited coz I can see my friends now, but I don't really like the feelings of being crammed by those projects and assignment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Xands having her 2nd decision again, and its the decision that she might stay there in Australia. I've have told you what I should told, Xands. It's your decision, but I really can't imagine and school life without you, it might goes boring, promise, I want you come back, Thursday People would not be happy without you, I've experienced a lots of first time moments with you guys, its so memorable and I wish that would continues until we graduate, can't we? You can still go to Australia after your college here, isn't it? You got lots of time, no worries, all we want is just you, please, just 2 or 3 more years to go, it's priceless, dont leave us now, can you?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I beg for Xands to come back, please. Xands, I know you will see this article by someday, maybe tommorow or so, please, you got lots of time to go there, but we can't, your friends can't, why dont you just finish your college studies here and say completely goodbye to your friends after then go to Australia for futher studies? I know your mum spent alots, but... they can save it.. they can see you forever, you're their child forever, but we can't, we're just friends, not family, we can't see you forever, please give us more memories before you left, its not your time to left us yet we need you, got it? Its not yet time. 5 more days to go, Please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10365429-114758299779797671?l=cookie053177.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/feeds/114758299779797671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10365429&amp;postID=114758299779797671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/114758299779797671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10365429/posts/default/114758299779797671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie053177.blogspot.com/2006/05/xands.html' title='Xands'/><author><name>Hsiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e76/cookie053177/Me/Hsiang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
