<?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-6012567466405192637</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:53:14.092+08:00</updated><category term='heartless'/><category term='hossein'/><category term='kate beckinsale'/><category term='confessions of a shopaholic'/><category term='nkotb'/><category term='il ponticello'/><category term='nicole kidman'/><category term='serena van der woodsen'/><category term='the devil wears prada'/><category term='tabu'/><category term='french riviera'/><category term='ne-yo'/><category term='hk disneyland'/><category term='jennifer garner'/><category term='baler'/><category term='angelina jolie'/><category term='meryl streep'/><category term='universal mccann'/><category term='the dream'/><category term='the body shop'/><category term='blind item'/><category term='metrowalk'/><category term='dating'/><category term='saint-tropez'/><category term='anne hathaway'/><category term='vanessa hudgens'/><category term='short films'/><category term='posh'/><category term='blake lively'/><category term='cafe breton'/><category term='piedra'/><category term='coffee bean'/><category term='victoria beckham'/><category term='anne curtis'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='desperate housewives'/><category term='kikay stuff'/><category term='ibiza'/><category term='hinge inquirer'/><category term='diet'/><category term='megan fox'/><category term='mark meily'/><category term='dentsu indio'/><category term='cosmo hunk'/><category term='uma thurman'/><category term='patricia velasquez'/><category term='guess'/><category term='xena'/><category term='rachel wiesz'/><category term='mindshare'/><category term='cafe ysabel'/><category term='ludacris'/><category term='zac efron'/><category term='pier one'/><category term='first love'/><category term='ciara'/><category term='pink sisters'/><category term='shu uemura'/><category term='tv5'/><category term='serendra'/><category term='boni high street'/><category term='mcdonald&apos;s'/><category term='fiji'/><category term='wowphilippines'/><category term='mamma mia'/><category term='ddb phils'/><category term='advertising'/><category term='cubao x'/><category term='sofreh'/><category term='gays'/><category term='ideal'/><category term='sense and style'/><category term='miss liberty'/><category term='semi-vegetarian'/><category term='guy&apos;s girl'/><category term='shontelle'/><category term='chicago'/><category term='communication arts'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='greenhills'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='mint'/><category term='jericho rosales'/><category term='hugh jackman'/><category term='lady gaga'/><category term='paramore'/><category term='zenithoptimedia'/><category term='trinoma'/><category term='gossip girl'/><category term='gym'/><category term='party'/><category term='starbucks planner'/><category term='bistro'/><category term='ladyboys'/><category term='love lockdown'/><category term='macbook air'/><category term='moulin rouge'/><category term='beyonce'/><category term='spice girls'/><category term='t-pain'/><category term='christmas gifts'/><category term='manila'/><category term='sailor moon'/><category term='kanye west'/><category term='rio de janeiro'/><category term='santorini'/><category term='maxus'/><category term='transgender'/><category term='bmw'/><category term='red box'/><title type='text'>hope. faith. love.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-1279493892936090656</id><published>2010-12-31T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:49:48.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you 2010, hello 2011</title><content type='html'>a few days back, i was quite hesitant and almost felt fear for the coming year. number one, i'm getting my quarter life age in a short few days. number two, everything is uncertain and number three, i ask myself, am i ready? but as minutes get closer to midnight, it gets a little exciting like an adrenaline rush on my veins. perhaps no one will really never know what to expect in life, so i must be positive and imbibe good vibes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now i have a concrete list on my resolution for 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. learn more and get back on art. i kinda lost track in 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. personal goal: project hotness. diet. exercise. detox. healthier me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. take more time to study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. master time management. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. be diligent in work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. be more humble, kind, and patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. expand horizons. be nicer and friendlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. attract love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. less complaints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. be sweeter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 is my year of progress. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-1279493892936090656?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/1279493892936090656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=1279493892936090656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1279493892936090656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1279493892936090656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-2010-hello-2011.html' title='thank you 2010, hello 2011'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-7186025741720199211</id><published>2010-10-25T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:56:17.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i found it</title><content type='html'>it was the first week of july, a year ago. i entered the halls of my current academy with zero idea what i got myself into. all i know was one thing, i had high hopes that my sun will be brighter. my very first day was a financial accounting course, people were very serious and very business-like maybe because it's the first day and it's an accounting subject. the second day was more chill, my business communication course and the third was statistics. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then second term went by and third term. not fourth term is ending. bit happy and sad. people who became close to my heart had to stop but i am happy that i gained new friendships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found great friends from those different classes and built good foundation with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's also my 3rd month with my awesome job. i get commends that i look happier. i have faith that with all the hurdles, everything will fall into places. i am still on the search process of the other aspect of my life but i know this,  i found myself upon getting back to school and mba gave me directions and opportunities that i never seen before. i practically fell in love with it. so far, it has been the best decision i've ever made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-7186025741720199211?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/7186025741720199211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=7186025741720199211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7186025741720199211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7186025741720199211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-found-it.html' title='i found it'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-3938312578067014988</id><published>2010-06-29T19:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T02:18:06.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go on woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;being in-between jobs is excruciating pain. that feeling that you have no control of. i really have no idea what i'm getting into but i do know one thing, love... i just need a freaking job. so i'm going back to the one i first loved. i have this love-hate relationship with media that no matter where i go, i keep on coming back. i hope this time it works out even if the job entails contractual. i feel pressured that i'll be evaluated after 2 months. it's too quick to be judged. but hey, wherever we go, we are judged. i'm grateful to the people who knew me who gave me this chance since it's my 3rd attempt in that company. i took the bragging right and the offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there is grad school that keeps me gay until lately.  i wanted something that i cannot have. force cannot do it. i felt suffocated and my insides wanted to explode. i wanted to stay away, all the more i wanted to stay. i should have learned than undergo this vicious cycle. i have built a wall to protect my vulnerability and yet it was broken. now i need a fortress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm the best actress. i just want to love and be loved in return ala satine and christian. who doesn't? no matter how many times i read 'he's just not that into you,' it still doesn't sink in. i don't want to be on the losing end. i don't want to be toyed anymore. i've accepted it, i'm just a pawn in the chess game on his cunningly brain. too bad for me that i like asshole men. i don't want fun anymore. i want the real thing. i cannot distinguish anymore on who is more confused, him, who likes chasing girls and keeps me guessing by being hot and cold or me, who lets him get me frustrated and test my patience and then buys the crap? i felt cheated with time wasted and actually think we're developing a genuine friendship. i was such a fool to think that i can navigate these feelings with a manipulative guy. i knew it from the start that it would end up something like this. i won't be played at. i have to go away before he breaks my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;letting go of fears, anxiety and uncertainty. i'm at this age that i want to be certain. i want something constant and stable. i want to be happy. i am surrendering to God and the universe. i know He has plans for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-3938312578067014988?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/3938312578067014988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=3938312578067014988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3938312578067014988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3938312578067014988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-on-woman.html' title='go on woman'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-5960766711697101931</id><published>2010-05-31T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:11:42.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running away</title><content type='html'>happy cells on the run! :) i have been running lately for my health and fitness. it makes me feel good. i have lost 35 lbs since january of 2009. it took me more than a year because of inconsistencies but now i'm more determined than ever to lose 15 lbs more within the month of june. yes. it's now or never. i'll get my slim body back. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;figuratively speaking.. i do want to run away. when can i stay put and be stable. i know it's all in the mind but what can a spontaneous person like me think and do. for now, yeah i'll stay put and achieve my fitness goal and studies... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-5960766711697101931?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/5960766711697101931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=5960766711697101931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5960766711697101931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5960766711697101931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2010/05/running-away.html' title='running away'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2688951021368492128</id><published>2010-04-21T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:21:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>freedom!!!! with that tune on my brain. yep, after a 4-month stint in a job that i wasn't sure of. they let me go which is good and bad. good in a sense that i learned to not get into something or settle for something just because and bad because my cash flow is running out. i used to think quick of solutions but when it comes to my life, it seems to be a staggering dilemma that only gives me headache. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a friend asked me for a career advice and i said that 'you should take risks because that's the only way you will know and if it doesn't work out, it's okay at least you know.' why is it so easy to give an advice and when it comes to applying to yourself it seems so difficult. being a corporate slave bores and ticks me. but i don't have enough cash to start my own business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have this mba friend who works for this big multinational oil company and graduated from one of the best schools and is paid well. i'm surprised that we want the same thing. i thought she's this corporate gal who wants to get up in the ladder. she wants to be a AB housewife with an ex-pat husband or some responsible rich guy ala real housewives of OC or NYC. it's a lame solution but if i given my situation now, i will definitely opt for it! haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;women are now trained and expected to work and help the family because of the higher cost of living. but talk about stress. i'm not a fan of it and it just makes me fugly. what i really want is to be a stay-at-home wife with a business. oh reality crap, i'm single. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2688951021368492128?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2688951021368492128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2688951021368492128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2688951021368492128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2688951021368492128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2010/04/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-467431385471142345</id><published>2010-04-04T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:25:58.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awakening</title><content type='html'>2 pre-reqs and 1 core, done. this term i only took 2. an accounting subject and ethics which i know i will like, a socio-political and philosophical themed course. i wasn't supposed to enroll but i realized, hey, i have to finish what i began and i'm going to miss my friends or that friend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school has given me a sense of belonging. it's a totally different world like the na'vi of avatar. it's just that it's not alien creatures but you talk a different language and a certain wavelength which you will understand. i found my own version of jake that is only giving me nostalgia. when i withdraw, i don't know why but it reconnects. i tried to fight and forget but it keeps on coming back. i want to be free from uncertainty. but how can i do that when i breathe in the same space. somehow, i wanted to take a break from that world, to get away and forget. but as stubborn as i am, i did not. i vowed to never enter a guessing game again but here i am. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work has been pretty hectic that i have undergone humiliation and embarrassment. i think it's part of being a newbie to an environment you are not familiar with minimal supervision. since it is territorial, i haven't marked that territory yet. i am not a big fan of pleasing people but now it's very clear to me that i have to kiss ass. in a corporate set-up where power is prevalent just like in politics, what can a new little girl do. it's either suck up with the system or leave. now i have to suck it up since i need to. we all have to earn a living anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the end of the day, i just want to be happy like everyone else. but how do we seize happiness?they say it's always a matter of the mind. but my thin-lined vein does not comprehend. i choose joy, according to Paulo Coehlo. only God knows where this is going to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-467431385471142345?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/467431385471142345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=467431385471142345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/467431385471142345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/467431385471142345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2010/04/awakening.html' title='awakening'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2662346362748244850</id><published>2010-02-14T08:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:32:39.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this thing called hormones</title><content type='html'>i was undergoing depression the few days back. feeling like the universe is acting up against me. i wasn't happy at all. i felt like all endeavors that i do is a struggle. my life is pretty much complicated, i think. balancing work, school and life in general. and when i get criticized for something or feeling like a loss i feel bad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wrote a class paper about my enneagram, that being a number 3 when unhealthy, becomes depressed and withdraws herself from people. and that's what i've been doing. i pretty much stopped writing because i had to keep everything to myself.  i seem to have it all but deep inside i'm broken. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i don't want to hide. i'm embracing everything what God and the universe wants me to have and do and take it as it is. i know that everything happens for a reason with my predicament now. i'm at my job because for something. i'm getting my education perhaps to know myself and have a direction in life. i'm single because the best it yet to come. my family is on verge of the lowest of low because i have to be strong and mature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year, my resolution is to be more humble, continue search for peace, serenity and love. this year i want to fall in love given it's reciprocated. i don't want to repeat a vicious cycle that would only bring me pain. this year, i'll be a better person and this year, i will be fabulous. i will reach my target weight goal by march. this year is my year of blossoming. this year i will look more beautiful than ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just found out it's my first day. ah this thing called estrogen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2662346362748244850?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2662346362748244850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2662346362748244850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2662346362748244850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2662346362748244850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-thing-called-hormones.html' title='this thing called hormones'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-5956809211919729319</id><published>2010-02-13T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:45:30.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it's hard when feelings is on its way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how hard i try to fight and avoid it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just keeps on coming back hungry for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my wish is the happy ending &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a big uncertainty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many inspirational books should i read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get over something that's not even there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my vulnerability sinks in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is always bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't get hurt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-5956809211919729319?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/5956809211919729319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=5956809211919729319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5956809211919729319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5956809211919729319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-romance.html' title='bad romance'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-934435334521140102</id><published>2010-02-13T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:27:08.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>times have changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yearly, i reflect on the past year that happened to me and try to enlighten myself with new learnings. and looking back at 2008, it was full of fun, laughter and tears. in the beginning of that year, i had the bomb. being a professional bum was the best. i mean literally, you go to sleep and wake up late, you do your heart's desire and sleep again. but it comes pretty boring and feeling useless. in the midyear, i decided to go back to school. met my friends, a crush, it gives my shiver when i'm at the campus. i'm my happiest. latter part of last year, toughest trial that my family has to go through. i thank God for keeping me and my family together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-934435334521140102?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/934435334521140102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=934435334521140102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/934435334521140102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/934435334521140102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2010/02/times-have-changed.html' title='times have changed'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-3052978844999188466</id><published>2010-02-13T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:59:39.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new project</title><content type='html'>i read the idea from my belle de jour planner, to keep a positivity journal. so i'll start today by having my gratitude list. today, i'm thankful for...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- that job i have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- being alive and kicking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- losing 30 lbs from last year and counting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- being able to carry myself in tough situations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- fulfilling my dream which is studying master's....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- living day by day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- finding time for myself even if 24 hrs still feels like it's not enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- having the energy to go back to gym on weekends... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- having surrounded by family, friends and of course God... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-3052978844999188466?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/3052978844999188466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=3052978844999188466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3052978844999188466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3052978844999188466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-project.html' title='my new project'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-7948891944156740682</id><published>2010-02-13T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:33:24.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the queen is back</title><content type='html'>why did i stop for 3 months? rewind.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;october: it is twitter's fault. i became so active there. then finals month from 1st term. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;november: still twitter. start of second term. more hanging out with the boys. been in and out of the hospital because of bro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;december: finally landed a job. from all that excruciating dilemma of mine. lessen gimik. started to not eat but the holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;january: new year, new me. new resolution and dreams. oh yeah my birthday. surprised by my girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i vowed to be consistent in everything this year and this includes my blog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-7948891944156740682?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/7948891944156740682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=7948891944156740682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7948891944156740682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7948891944156740682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2010/02/queen-is-back.html' title='the queen is back'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-7747267949586062771</id><published>2009-10-02T22:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:56:14.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little black immersion</title><content type='html'>two weeks ago before all these disasters, i.e. typhoons, earthquakes, tsunamis seen at the asia pacific region, i myself was way up north in ilocos for a weekend road trip with strangers. yes, literally. well we came from the same school but i only know three of them and little did i know there were more males and the females. it didn't really bother me since i'm always up for something new and exciting. i felt like i lived in the big brother house with unfamiliar faces to share a house with. it was just three days but i learned a lot specifically with the male species from that experience. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are lots of psychology books which i also read classifying women from men. but it's still different to know first-hand. i like to call it my 'little black immersion.' in an unfamiliar territory and people, i was on guard and quiet. i'm not shy or timid, i'm just observing the whole time. it's innate to me for people i first encounter with. you could just imagine the testosterone level in that kind of situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the women out there, i'll list my observations on how the male brain activity works and for the men, some women are not dumbfounded.. just so you know. (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- men checks out women. from her face down. how she dresses. how she carries herself. no conversation included just by seeing you. and yes they do picture you naked. did it ever occur to you why superman has x-ray vision? the more flesh a woman shows, the better ogling for them. no matter what the girl looked like as long as she flashes cleavage or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- during conversations over alcohol, if there is a thing called girl talk.. guy talk includes the topic of basketball or any other sport, girls, cars, sex, girls, politics, sex, fantasies (but that wasn't included because i was there), their getting laid style, porn-like strip club joints, courting style, cool dude movies, did i say chicks? haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- men are born competitive. they have to win. the reason why they like every kind of games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- speaking of games, they like doing mind games to women. they will never say it straight to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- the more competitive a guy is, expect that he's more likely a playboy. most men have this napoleon complex where he needs to conquer and a chick is his conquest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- when men get together, they see women as sex objects and testosterone level of the group rises having the 'i'm the man!' feeling. chauvinists pigs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- unfortunately, men don't mature. it's grad school for god's sake but there's no effect. most single men enrolled to meet other single or not women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regardless of the educational trip, i enjoyed my immersion, being one of the boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-7747267949586062771?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/7747267949586062771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=7747267949586062771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7747267949586062771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7747267949586062771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-black-immersion.html' title='little black immersion'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-3239531267918600502</id><published>2009-09-16T14:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:44:23.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>is it the year of famous people dying? first, it's Farrah Fawcett, the 70s angel and sex symbol. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCDjBnA_4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/0GYnmQJIGxk/s1600-h/farrah-fawcett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCDjBnA_4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/0GYnmQJIGxk/s320/farrah-fawcett.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381946192458481538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then of course the very publicized death of the king of pop, Michael Jackson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCFLb1AovI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KopV9B_TpYU/s1600-h/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCFLb1AovI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KopV9B_TpYU/s320/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381947986202895090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then locally, the national icon who gave back democracy to the Filipino people, president Cory Aquino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCGrWARgMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Op9nJinfiUk/s1600-h/aquino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCGrWARgMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Op9nJinfiUk/s320/aquino.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381949633906966722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the young hollywood DJ known for having famous girlfriends and his one time band crazytown, DJ AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCFLxwmlqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZlsYf0IWI_Q/s1600-h/djam_8_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCFLxwmlqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZlsYf0IWI_Q/s320/djam_8_28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381947992089990818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then locally, the religious leader of the Christian sect, Iglesia ni Cristo Erano Manalo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCHTD3APNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/7oZea_Z1N_E/s1600-h/KA+ERDY+PIX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCHTD3APNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/7oZea_Z1N_E/s320/KA+ERDY+PIX.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381950316231015634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, the latest is the 80s dirty dancing king, Patrick Swayze. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCFMVe2_NI/AAAAAAAAAb8/EQAeWrsi8Fs/s1600-h/patrick-swayze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCFMVe2_NI/AAAAAAAAAb8/EQAeWrsi8Fs/s320/patrick-swayze.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381948001679244498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom texted me yesterday to pick her up from work and go visit our dad and her dad at the cemetery. since she wasn't able to go there last weekend. she visits every weekend. a timely conversation while paying respects at the tomb, i told her, "patrick swayze died today." and she replied in shock, "why?" i said "pancreatic cancer." then she said in sort of relief, "well... you really can't do anything about it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm relieved that she has accepted it after 3 years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-3239531267918600502?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/3239531267918600502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=3239531267918600502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3239531267918600502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3239531267918600502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SrCDjBnA_4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/0GYnmQJIGxk/s72-c/farrah-fawcett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-8612189960006504539</id><published>2009-09-14T04:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:09:41.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>positivity, work on me</title><content type='html'>i have to attract the positive. i think my life is in shit right now but compared to other people it's not shitty as it seems. i'm getting to my goal in losing weight and i won't be able to do that if i'm under the influence of pressure, physically and mentally. i'm back to school which i wanted even if i failed my recent midterms in stat class. it's really frustrating that my classmates are really competitive and are good about it. but what can i do, i'm not gifted with the dominant dna for the left brain. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mine is on the right brain. so what a creative person will think and do is that there's always a way. i will pass all my subjects this term. non-negotiable. school is the comfort zone for the filthy politics and showbiz combined in a corporate culture. i feel that i'm done hibernating and i want my life back. i am so pressured to have that life since my mom is too much worried that i'm not working for myself. hence, finances can only last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have predicted this moment months back. what if i resign and i won't deliver the task at hand on my family, i will go nowhere. and here it is. unemployed, dependent, emotional, submissive. the core characteristics opposite of me nine months ago. now i'm having anxiety. anxiety for things uncertain. my brain can't find the answer, when will i get a job and earn? or when can i have a special person to comfort me in times like this? adding the pressure my mom is telling me to quit school and do something else. she's always been the opposite. sometimes i don't know if she's thinking for my future or just acting on impulse which she always has been. my time is now. i'm an adult and i can think for myself. i hope she can understand that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't be negative today or ever. i will pass all my subjects, get a job, a boyfriend and be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-8612189960006504539?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/8612189960006504539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=8612189960006504539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8612189960006504539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8612189960006504539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/09/positivity-work-on-me.html' title='positivity, work on me'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-1920617910069596419</id><published>2009-09-10T05:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:11:31.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-minute triumph</title><content type='html'>i had the most humorous speech ever. i've had speeches in the past during undergrad years in my communication courses and the one that i like about is the impromptu. earlier, i had my midterm exam at business communication. it's a 3-minute impromptu speech wherein you'll be given a shot gun random question with a 5-minute preparation for organizing your thoughts. basically, it's a test on how effective you are as a speaker.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was number 22, a pre-selected order and of all questions, my question was, "what's the most attractive part of your body? tell us why." here goes my speech. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"good evening ms. rex, good evening classmates. my question is, 'what is the most attractive part of my body? and tell us why.' but before i say my answer, let me ask you this, what is attractive? beauty is subjective. it depends on our preference. it can be a long hair, a sexy body, a beautiful face or a beautiful skin. but for me, the most attractive part of my body is my WHR ratio or my waist-to-hip ratio. (audience startled)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a formula for that! you divide your waist line over your hip line and if you get .7 that means you're sexy. for males, it should be .9. so how do i know all these? i got it from a good friend of mine. actually, he's outside, mr. alvin ang (a classmate who's next to go to his speech). (then everyone laughed) 2 or 3 weeks ago, i saw him reading a book and i got fascinated by it. so i borrowed it from him. the book is entitled, 'do gentlemen really prefer blondes? the science of sex, love and attraction." after reading the book, i computed my WHR and i got .7 so... (in a high pitch tone) i'm sexy!!! (everyone giggled) the reason why men get attracted to women with small waist and big or wide hips is that in an evolutionary and biological way, it means fertility and youth. for males, women get attracted to men from torso to up. (then i saw the yellow flag which means 3 minutes is up!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so! to answer the question what is the most attractive part of my body? my answer is my WHR which is .7." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i went straight to the comfort room! when i got back, some of my classmates were appreciative and gave me congratulatory remarks. then i got the judged scores from the prof right after my speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;criteria for judging:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;content - perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;organization - perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;language use - perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;delivery - minus one point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;total audience impact - perfect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a total score of 99% :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strengths (remarks): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-insightful and informative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-attractive stage presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-free, spontaneous and natural gesture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-expressive face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clear enunciation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-logical flow of ideas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clear, distinct INTRO-BODY-CONCLUSION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the winner takes it all. bow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-1920617910069596419?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/1920617910069596419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=1920617910069596419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1920617910069596419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1920617910069596419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-minute-triumph.html' title='3-minute triumph'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-5937779875825442828</id><published>2009-09-07T17:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:50:00.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i don't do bores me and what i do exhausts me. &lt;div&gt;can i just have a middle-ground for me to say i am satisfied?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing nothing makes me sane and crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sane for being too relaxed and crazy for thinking a lot of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no man is an island they say but sometimes i am the island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't wait to get out of this hole for me to be whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can feel it nearing, sensing it already in my bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is why i hate uncertainties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping for something not sure makes my brain tingle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what can i do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-5937779875825442828?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/5937779875825442828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=5937779875825442828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5937779875825442828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5937779875825442828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/09/holiday-monday.html' title='holiday monday'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-1322450324812804291</id><published>2009-09-06T13:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:26:58.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>history sunday</title><content type='html'>okay. i have awaken from my emotional turmoil. it's my hormone who is talking so yes, i'm back to my rational self again. i woke up, turned the tv on to history channel. i love history. it makes my imagination run wild. what if i was born during those times where there is no technology. i don't think i can live with that. i can't last a day without internet. it must be boring unless i was a royal surrounded by hot knights and noble men. okay okay. back to now. history lets you understand your culture and behavior. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someday, i'll see those temples, pyramids, paintings, monuments and artifacts. i studied art in college and only knew about modern art through local artists. i have encountered the world's priciest pieces of art through projected powerpoint sheets. someday i'll visit louvre, guggenheim, van gogh, the met, etc. yes, paris and new york will be waiting for me. for now, i'm sticking to the tube where i can see those i can't see in live action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQtbklwKm48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQtbklwKm48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to be clear. i'm not in anyway related to history channel. i'm just a fan of them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-1322450324812804291?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/1322450324812804291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=1322450324812804291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1322450324812804291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1322450324812804291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/09/history-sunday.html' title='history sunday'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-3035268075914057548</id><published>2009-09-05T20:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:48:00.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;why do your face flash before me?&lt;div&gt;quite do long for your company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't focus when you're beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's very unusual for a confident lady like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can talk vividly and spontaneously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but with you, i can't speak of any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i wonder if i should be thinking this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ponder on things like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should i continue and analyze?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a hopeless case who romanticize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, my world is crashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i don't know which path to clash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;according to adele, 'should i give up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if it leads nowhere?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to predict the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for it is always ambiguous and unsure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my spirit is anticipating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a love whom i'm waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-3035268075914057548?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/3035268075914057548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=3035268075914057548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3035268075914057548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3035268075914057548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/09/hopelessful.html' title='hopeless'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-6018128007152769704</id><published>2009-09-05T19:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:39:03.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imma rider</title><content type='html'>some things in life are free. or maybe it's because of my good social skills so i get things for free. last week, i got a guest pass at fitness first platinum with my new classmate because i mentioned to her to get me in and i was surprised that she readily asked me when she found out it's open weekend at her gym. it totally made my day. my first time to join body jam and yes, i enjoyed myself so much that i was at the front in that hip-hop dance aerobics class and used the haute bathroom's sauna. talk about abuse of benefit! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with homeworks, especially in accounting, i ask my classmates to teach me or answer it for me because i'm totally clueless and good thing they are more than willing to help. and there are the birthdays that you get to be invited. just the other day, i had few drinks with my another classmate of mine at distillery and took free booze with her friends. i thank God for giving me the gift the gab and social trustworthiness or else i'm broke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am in my most cautious financial life. since being dependent means being tied down with your sponsor which in my case is my mom, i have to live within my means. i've cut on going out and drinking which means a good thing -- diet and bad thing -- i don't see much of my friends or else my mom goes crazy when i go home late at night. my life's pretty complicated. if i do this, i'll end up having this and when i go that way, the result is that. sometimes it's lonely and sometimes it's ecstasy. but i'm used it to it. i'm a loner but a social butterfly in disguise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-6018128007152769704?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/6018128007152769704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=6018128007152769704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6018128007152769704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6018128007152769704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/09/imma-rider.html' title='imma rider'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-3787021024359065633</id><published>2009-08-31T00:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:02:56.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when great expectations go wrong</title><content type='html'>there's a school of thought who says that you will get it when you least expect it and there's another one who says that you will get it when you always think about it to attract it. it does work to some material things. but to immaterial mundane things like love, it's not the case. it's not the world of star wars, love can't be forced and never will be. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my symptom of assertiveness and short longing kicks in. a spoiled brat syndrome who always wants to get what she wants. i realized that i'm only making myself suffer. hoping for something that's not there. every time. it's an old story repeating itself. enlightenment sinked in to stop. i should focus on the things that i'm supposed to be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe in God's mysterious ways. maybe or maybe not he will give me this time. of course it depends on the course of action i will be taking. so i say chill for when it vapors, i'll be able to savor and taste that gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-3787021024359065633?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/3787021024359065633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=3787021024359065633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3787021024359065633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3787021024359065633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-great-expectations-go-wrong.html' title='when great expectations go wrong'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-4079627541111996918</id><published>2009-08-29T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:31:26.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deception point</title><content type='html'>disturbing. alarming. deceit. foolishness. are the words that i can only think of right now. i told a top secret to a considered good friend of mine because i cannot bare to not let her know since she can be involved in the future too and the exchanged confession with that man struck me. i knew there was something going on with her and him. i wasn't that blind to see. apparently their one time affair happened when i wasn't in the picture yet. what made me feel disgust is that that they toyed my innocence and naivete. we three would hangout and eventually him playing his moves with me and her pushing me to him. then i fell for him and her secretly hating me because the truth is she fell in love with him too. if she was a true friend, she would have warned me instead of forcing me to him and giving ideas that he might have liked me too. this all happened when i was new, chaste and pure. they were my demons playing angels in disguise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there never was an intimate relation with him but what's most hurtful is the emotional. i couldn't bare to understand then why he won't pursue me when he already is and then he'll pull back and flirt other girls. now i do understand. he could not afford in his guilt and conscience to toy an innocent and pure. he didn't know but he tortured my feelings. but after all that, i have forgiven. who am i not to forgive. but i never forget. then i changed into some other person. we became friends when i thought it's all past and done. but certain cracks can never be repaired. i can only feel disgust for him now. i pity the girl he's with now who would not claim him in public because he took that girl from her lover. and the girl is guilty of that fact and could not bare gossips around her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm glad that it all came to my senses. even with the guy who thinks that he's a conqueror and i was his conquest. and the man who won't commit and thinks that i'm just here waiting for him. like in a shakespearean play, they are all tragedies. i'm in mourning for having such bad relationships. and i believe in retribution. i'm impatient for not having any kind of romantic relationship but i think now God has his way to let me open my eyes that needed time. i'm praying that the next one to arrive is true and sincere. i'm done with deception, lies and false hope. this is how to learn it, the hard way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-4079627541111996918?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/4079627541111996918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=4079627541111996918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4079627541111996918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4079627541111996918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/08/deception-point.html' title='deception point'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-8354155194943422693</id><published>2009-08-24T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:32:22.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotion</title><content type='html'>i have gone soft. i don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. i used to have a heart of a rock and known as the tough bitch/lady at work. but since i'm out of the corporate jungle for nine months now, my life stopped as well. i'm in this dreamy but in real life scenario wherein i don't have to deal with daily stress and have all the time in the world when before i had no time for myself even a second. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm really bored now. i need to work and have a life and earn for a living. i don't enjoy dependency to my family. i'm now open for love and finding my one true love when before i reject the idea. i'm now more affectionate to others when before i don't care but only to my interest. i read a prayer asking the Lord to teach us to be patient and knowing that patience will prepare us when the right time comes. so i will keep this prayer until then but i hope it's not too far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-8354155194943422693?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/8354155194943422693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=8354155194943422693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8354155194943422693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8354155194943422693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/08/emotion.html' title='emotion'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-7020420986326837707</id><published>2009-08-24T00:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:52:21.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reformation</title><content type='html'>what's the difference of change and pretentious? i've changed my ways and kept my year's resolution. my mom is a big factor in this whole thing. it's true when they say that 'mothers knows best.' she pulled me off when i was a bit astray. early this year, she talked to me and told me things that i should be doing and then she said, 'do you understand me?' i couldn't say no but it really was no. everything that she said was a blur. then finally it hit me. that's when i had the big twilight zone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said to me about normality in life. but what is normal anyway? for a liberal thinker like me, nothing is normal. it's just a standard set by society. but since i live in that system, i should abide. normal life includes finding a good husband to support you and a prim and proper lady should not be acting wild. i'm sure she's fully aware of my then activities that were all abnormalities at her sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it scares me when i get to hold of myself again and be independent and totally in control. since no one controls me, the sky is the limit. i wasn't ultimately bad, there was no drugs and violence involved but i am guilty of sex, party and lies. i never listened to anyone's advice and my mom couldn't control me for i am an adult. but the thing is i was not acting one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, i feel reformed. but sometimes i feel pretentious of having this image of innocence when i'm totally not. some friends who knew me in that crazy age, doesn't understand me. and asks me even 'if this is what i want?' or 'are you happy?' i feel i'm over it but sometimes i miss it. it's not as if i'm nearing 30s. but my point of view now is more of stability. i want a stable job which i am in search of and a stable serious relationship which i'm still waiting for. i'm done with everything short-term. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-7020420986326837707?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/7020420986326837707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=7020420986326837707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7020420986326837707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7020420986326837707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/08/reformation.html' title='reformation'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-1789567914986411628</id><published>2009-08-24T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:30:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplation</title><content type='html'>after 2 months of being at the graduate business school. is this really for me? is this really what i want? i think my life would be simpler and happier without financial accounting in a difficult level mode. i think accounting should be taught in simpler ways on how to count your money since we are non-accountants. it does help if the prof would actually teach. i should have listened to my friend to take another prof even if it's on a saturday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly, i'm learning through self-study. i am frustrated for getting low grades in quizzes and homeworks. it's not my forte. in fact, it's my weakness. but it's not an excuse. i told myself that i am taking this to challenge myself into the world where everything is new and fresh jargon. so that i can strengthen my weakness. it's a challenge indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everywhere we go there are pros and cons. and with this one, i have a realization about myself on how my brain works. well, that's every time i take a new job or career path. since i am right-brained, i realized that my left brain works through a process. i must get the feeling, experience and understanding first before i get to the analytical part. and when i'm used to that procedure, all is well. other people especially the analytical types, can get a figure or think of something logical right away. mine has to process. logical is not synonymous to rational. for analytical problems, mine has to process in a 56kb and a broadband speed in a creative, imaginative mind. but when i'm comfortable with a structure, it's all in a broadband speed. my point is i'm adjusting to this new place of uncertainty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if there's one thing i'm sure of is success. i should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-1789567914986411628?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/1789567914986411628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=1789567914986411628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1789567914986411628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1789567914986411628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/08/contemplation.html' title='contemplation'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2325389319285299717</id><published>2009-08-11T03:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:24:42.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after 4 weeks</title><content type='html'>it has been a month since my graduate school started. getting nearer and closer to the end of the first term. i still am adjusting to the concepts and books that are new to me. for the first weeks in financial accounting, i was so clueless. i am like a kid in a new playground discovering untouched turf of her existence. managerial statistics is just like in college except now it's high tech. we use excel during the class and submit it to the prof thru e-mail. then business communication. it should be easy for me because i am a communications major but the prof seems like to make it hard on us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met new people and chatted with some of them. some are nice and friendly. some are cute even. i had bonding/drinking time with some. so now i'm just enjoying and hanging on til the end of the term and hopefully really learn something from it. so yeah, what do you do when you're single and unemployed? take mba. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2325389319285299717?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2325389319285299717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2325389319285299717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2325389319285299717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2325389319285299717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-4-weeks.html' title='after 4 weeks'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-8774718934892981033</id><published>2009-08-11T02:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:06:48.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovefool</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zpLCrEor_xY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zpLCrEor_xY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, I fear we're facing a problem&lt;br /&gt;you love me no longer, I know&lt;br /&gt;and maybe there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;that I can do to make you do&lt;br /&gt;Mama tells me I shouldn't bother&lt;br /&gt;that I ought just stick to another man&lt;br /&gt;a man that really deserves me&lt;br /&gt;but I think you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cry, and I pray and I beg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;fool me fool me&lt;br /&gt;go on and fool me&lt;br /&gt;love me love me&lt;br /&gt;pretend that you love me&lt;br /&gt;lead me lead me&lt;br /&gt;just say that you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cried, and I begged for you to&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;lead me lead me&lt;br /&gt;just say that you need me&lt;br /&gt;I can't care about anything but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have desperately pondered,&lt;br /&gt;spent my nights awake and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;what I could have done in another way&lt;br /&gt;to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;Reason will not reach a solution&lt;br /&gt;I will end up lost in confusion&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you really care&lt;br /&gt;as long as you don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cry, I pray and I beg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;fool me fool me&lt;br /&gt;go on and fool me&lt;br /&gt;love me love me&lt;br /&gt;pretend that you love me&lt;br /&gt;lead me lead me&lt;br /&gt;just say that you need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cried, and I begged for you to&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;lead me lead me&lt;br /&gt;just say that you need me&lt;br /&gt;I can't care about anything but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anything but you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;fool me fool me&lt;br /&gt;go on and fool me&lt;br /&gt;Love me love me&lt;br /&gt;I know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;I can't care about anything but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh God, i don't want to end up singing and feeling this way the next time around....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-8774718934892981033?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/8774718934892981033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=8774718934892981033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8774718934892981033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8774718934892981033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovefool.html' title='lovefool'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-5473891522267317617</id><published>2009-08-09T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:08:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's love</title><content type='html'>the priest's gospel awhile ago at the mass was about love. he justified that love from God is not literal but a figure of speech. he said that love can be felt from other people who cares for you like your friends. i believe i received this gift of giving love when i prayed hard for it. for i felt i was selfish from the past. i was at the church and while praying i don't understand what feeling it was but it brought me only tears. tears of overwhelm i guess. it's like the holy spirit embracing me. it was a good feeling. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it started my feeling of love and nationalism when cory aquino passed away a week ago. i read her in books. she was a president who freed my people from a dictator and so what. i was only a month old when all those things happened. so it didn't matter to me. but i felt the love of the nation when people rallied to her coffin wherever the casket maybe, moving or not. i suddenly became part of what they have called 26 years ago, people power. i now understand what it meant. people power is a belief with a common cause amongst everyone's interest for the common good. it's all about caring with one another and being responsible to your mankind. my mom went to the wake and she said that people are very nice and smiling to one another who are strangers. that's the perfect example of love to other people in a macro level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another blow hit me about a personal friend around the same time. she had a traumatic experience and became sick, mentally. people message me asking what happened to her which i had no idea because she was avoiding me recently until i probed around what she has been doing. it's really painful to see a dear friend whom you are concerned about going through that kind of thing. maybe God made me her angel to help her reach her family and let them know that their daughter needs medical help, TLC and attention. since she can't do it on her own. i made out of my way to let them know and the family is so thankful to me. like what the priest have said, love is something you do for a friend who needs help without asking for anything in return. our relationship is a deep friendship and she was my cheerleader in my rock bottom. she openly say to other people that she loves me because she's that person. and it all changed. i have no access to her so it's time for me to be her cheerleader even if we don't talk. i may not be vocal but my actions and prayers are with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a hard time being vocal about love. even to my parents. i know that God loves all of us. so i'm praying and hoping that on the right time and His willingness, i will know how to say love to that one person who's coming on his way for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-5473891522267317617?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/5473891522267317617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=5473891522267317617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5473891522267317617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5473891522267317617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-love.html' title='that&apos;s love'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-4441864942037727703</id><published>2009-08-01T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:11:27.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late bloomer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;what do you do when you need an emotional support from somebody and that person is someone who cannot give you anything? or maybe you're hanging onto the air? the answer is simply nothing. no matter how positive and hopeful i try to be, i still get knocked by reality with the feeling of lonesome. that's when i get closer to the person up above. maybe He lets me feel this way to call Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm the social butterfly trapped in her own cocoon. two or three years ago, i got shattered when i read a survey in cosmo the measure of success to a woman's life. it consists of two major points, career and love. i never knew back then that love is a measure of success. i grew up being career-oriented and dreaming of becoming wealthy so i can have a good life and that's it. i felt such a failure not knowing such. if only i have known or someone had preached me, i could have worked for it early on somehow or made it a goal even. but how do we actually work for a non-existent love? i blocked on my brain the part where i had unrequited loves. with an s. but that's what makes life exciting. you won't know what will happen if you don't risk anything. you have a plan but that is only ideal. action is constant and unpredictable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've sunken the feeling of love in the abyss of time. i am re-discovering that it's not love when there's no pain. i was so afraid of pain that it kept me from pulling back. but i have to conquer that phobia and go through life. so yes, i am positive. i now acknowledge that i need love from someone who i can reciprocate it with. i'm praying and wishful thinking for that person to come to me. maturity will really change your outlook in life. i think it's not too late to ponder on things like these. my life is just starting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-4441864942037727703?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/4441864942037727703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=4441864942037727703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4441864942037727703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4441864942037727703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-bloomer.html' title='late bloomer'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-6060442848151578530</id><published>2009-07-17T09:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:04:26.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on a high!</title><content type='html'>no, it's not drugs... it's my first week at the business school and lovin it! business is in my blood. literally. from my lola's store whom dad and uncles used to work as a kid instead of them playing outside. all of them became successful businessmen. my dad's company was my playground when i was 5. and i thought then the name of the company was 'hello APT' because that's what i hear from the office secretary. fast forward to college. my summers are not spent at beaches and clubs but there. i was required and would negotiate my salary to my dad. i often got what i wanted as a kid but it takes strategizing and justifying to him. he's like a client that i had to please for him to give it to me. realizing now, i wasn't spoiled after all. he taught me how to propose and sell an idea. so it's already dealing and practice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he loved it whenever i do negotiations with him. he really was a good marketer and see trends in advance. he forecasts goods and economies and would tell me. like i remember clearly when he bought a toyota vios, he told me 'after 5 years vios will become a common taxi car' and i said, 'how do you know?' he just said, 'just believe me, it will.' and it eventually did. and he has other business trend insights that he usually shares to me. little did i know he was already the VP for marketing in the corporate world then he left and started his own when i wasn't born yet. so he had two babies in 1986. me and the company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to be an employee forever. i got that idea from him too. even my queen-tude. lol he was doing a project that was something big and told me, 'if this happens you will be the something queen and you will become a very rich woman even your grandchildren's.' then he started to get sick. maybe that was meant to happen because the project pushed through 3 years ago and it was really big but until now instead of profits the owners earned losses and still paying liabilities at taxes. still God is good. he had another option as a normal businessman, when he knew he won't take long. it could have been a good project for the both of us but time forbade. it's never implemented. so it's something i still have to do. i think it's my purpose in life to fulfill that agreement and that's what he wanted me to do too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-6060442848151578530?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/6060442848151578530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=6060442848151578530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6060442848151578530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6060442848151578530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-on-high.html' title='i&apos;m on a high!'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-933741528464655445</id><published>2009-06-28T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:25:09.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ultimate experience</title><content type='html'>it's ultimate, not frisbee. i said to a friend but she's stiff that it's frisbee so i just said, fine. it's been a while since i had any actual sport since i'm not born sporty anyway. the farthest sport i have is an indoor gym with a treadmill, a spinning class and a sporadic sparring session with a real boxer. oh, i was once into martial arts in my senior year in high school for the fact that i don't want to be bleached under the sun in a military uniform holding a dummy rifle and being screamed at by a co-student. and i want the real shooting range. so there i was an instant aikido player. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to ultimate, it's like football, it's just that obviously you use your hands. you're in the field running back and forth throwing and catching discs. the objective of the game is to reach at your team's end zone to score a point. the only trick is that you can't run holding a disc just like basketball, you have to throw it right away. it's fun and really tiring. i get competitive and a perfectionist that i want to get the right form and stunts right away. but it's my first day anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my father once asked me in grade 4 if i want to learn how to play golf. i said, 'no dad because i might get dark.' i have an under-the-sun phobia by having a fear of getting a darker complexion. so i guess i'll continue ultimate as long as my color hasn't changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-933741528464655445?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/933741528464655445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=933741528464655445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/933741528464655445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/933741528464655445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-ultimate-experience.html' title='my ultimate experience'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2044213830213037478</id><published>2009-05-19T12:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:03:06.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conversations with a stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i just had the most interesting conversation that lasted for 30 minutes. actually, the best and the worst conversation you will ever have is with a complete stranger. try being stuck with a person that you met for the first time for hours then just talk about anything and you'll be surprised. it may happen in instances where you're waiting in line or traveling or simply anything that makes your time idle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the friendly character is always the taxi driver. i have a lot of tales from them that i can now write a book. they are the real gossip boys. not boy abunda. (lol) the worst one that i'll never forget was when i was on my way to makati from quezon city that usually takes 2 hours because of the traffic. it was the usual early morning to work except that i had a bad headache thanks to my heavy drunkenness the night before. so there i was, trying to get a nap when this taxi driver started talking about social issues that i entertained because it's normal talk and i don't want to be rude. then he suddenly shifted the topic to God and Jesus Christ dissing the belief of the catholic church. only to find out, he's a preacher of some religious orthodox as if i'm watching dating daan channel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taxi driver 1: ..ayon sa sinabi ni hesus kay juan na nakasaad sa bibliya, itayo mo ako ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simbahan at ano ang ginawa ng katoliko?... (blah..blah).. mali ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interpretasyon!!!.....(more blah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: (mute.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it made my headache worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;if there's the worst, there's also the best. as i was on my home from cubao that can only take around 30 minutes, i took a taxi. the taxi is old that you can smell the LPG from the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the driver is the typical, wearing a plain white shirt that you'll know if he has not taken a bath when you enter the vehicle. he was thin, semi-white haired probably in his 40s. okay so i was stereotyping the person. until i asked if he has change for my bill and said no because he just gassed up with lpg. then suddenly we're having a conversation expressing our opinions about gas prices, economic state, political functions, international warfare, capitalism, government top secrets and other social relevant issues. i was in awe with this taxi driver with his intellect. it's as if i was talking to my sociology or political science professor. only to find out, he was a leader activist during martial law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taxi driver 2: alam mo ba na ang oil natin eh hindi ini import? dyan lang yan galing sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;palawan. hindi lang sinasabi ng gobyerno pero matagal na yan panahon pa ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marcos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: talaga ho??? eh di sana mayaman na tayo kung tayo ang nag e-export ng oil!! lalo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na't wala ng oil mashado sa middle east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taxi driver 2: kung sa yaman lang, mayaman na sana tayo ngayon! eh wala eh,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nabubulsa       lang sa mga politiko.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: oo nga ho eh, na sa atin lahat ng natural resources....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taxi driver 2: oo nandito lahat... oil, semento, gold, tanso... eh anong ginagawa ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gobyerno? pinapa-manage sa mga dayuhan tapos sila makikinabang... (etc..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so on.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i asked if he's still active and he said he stopped. i even asked if he is or was a member of NPA. he said no!! he just said that some of his friends became members because they were wanted during martial law. so i guess he's lying that he was not. he has a superhero syndrome that when they age, they retire and live a civilian life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is one thing i'm really interested about and i haven't had that kind of conversation for quite sometime now. so i glad i did with a stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2044213830213037478?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2044213830213037478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2044213830213037478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2044213830213037478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2044213830213037478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversations-with-stranger.html' title='conversations with a stranger'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2905311452510443147</id><published>2009-05-16T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:56:28.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy me</title><content type='html'>being a hostess for almost two weeks will tire you out. it includes entertaining, accompanying and treating your guests wherever daily. i wasn't able to do my gym regimen for a week and i'm now resting from fatigue. i had no me-time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those past weeks, i became an instant mommy of 4 equally playful nieces and nephew. you have to feed, play and talk a lot to them. adolescent is the formative years so i learned to share wisdom even if questions of a 7 and a 9 yr old are endless that you would want to give up. i sleep beside a 4 yr old or a 2 yr old which cries at night. it's really fulfilling when they appreciate the stuff that you do for them and tells you that 'you're the coolest aunt ever.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i now understand even if i only experienced it for just a week. i don't have to give birth to realize the hardships of a mother. i salute the moms because it's the real hard work. i used to think that career and money are IT. or being able to purchase a vuitton or a louboutin will get me to ecstasy. i saw a glimpse of a different perspective in life that i didn't really bothered to look at. i'm glad i did coz it's now another option. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2905311452510443147?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2905311452510443147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2905311452510443147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2905311452510443147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2905311452510443147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommy-me.html' title='mommy me'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2721427335608506402</id><published>2009-05-11T10:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:41:12.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spotted: queen j</title><content type='html'>wow it's been awhile since i have written something! family stuff made me busy. i went back to my hometown in victorias city, negros occidental to see my grandmom aged 86 and had to attend the celebration of my two tito's birthday in bacolod. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SgeX6fL5o9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/7KVT5RgMvJo/s1600-h/newhaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SgeX6fL5o9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/7KVT5RgMvJo/s320/newhaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334399314703262674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so upper east sider with the party having a press release in the local paper and featured in the local lifestyle cable channel. this is IT. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2721427335608506402?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2721427335608506402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2721427335608506402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2721427335608506402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2721427335608506402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/05/spotted.html' title='spotted: queen j'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SgeX6fL5o9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/7KVT5RgMvJo/s72-c/newhaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-3705265860889709731</id><published>2009-04-20T10:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:04:15.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to become jovial</title><content type='html'>my day started so happy. :) good way to start off the week. i'll share my list on how to be merry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 simple ways on how to become jovial :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. have a goal on whatever. when you are nearing that goal, you are motivated ergo you feel instant gratification. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. embrace positive thoughts. it will be returned to you. read: law of attraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. grab the mic and sing your heart out. because it's fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. do something physical. like dance or workout or yeah. lol that happy feeling secreted hormone called endorphin is a fact. endorphin releases when under strenuous workouts done in a long duration such as running, swimming, boxing, aerobics, martial arts and other ball sports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. eat healthy. it's also a fact that what we eat determine our mood. so eat foods rich in omega-3 fats which can be found in salmon, sardines and tuna and other fish. also beans, spinach, berries, skim milk and eggs are happy foods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. have a spa. take 15 minute of your time in a sauna or steambath because it increases blood circulation and detoxifies the skin making you glow. then a massage relieves muscle pain and stress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with these, you'll be feeling great in no time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-3705265860889709731?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/3705265860889709731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=3705265860889709731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3705265860889709731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3705265860889709731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-become-jovial.html' title='how to become jovial'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-729527196084905967</id><published>2009-04-19T14:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:38:14.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after great pain a formal feeling comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;by emily dickinson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;After great pain a formal feeling comes--&lt;br /&gt;The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;&lt;br /&gt;The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday--or centuries before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The feet, mechanical, go round&lt;br /&gt;A wooden way&lt;br /&gt;Of ground, or air, or ought,&lt;br /&gt;Regardless grown,&lt;br /&gt;A quartz contentment, like a stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This is the hour of lead&lt;br /&gt;Remembered if outlived,&lt;br /&gt;As freezing persons recollect the snow--&lt;br /&gt;First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is never fair. you get what you don't want and when you get what you want, you will want more. it's human nature. and it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've always used reason over feelings. but there are certain moments when your feelings overpower reason. by letting feelings win makes me weak. when that happens, i'm doomed. it doesn't matter if i have the talent to move away so quickly.  i don't understand why it always have to be one sided. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stoicism made me live life. i've undergone different levels of  pain but when hurt comes i become cold and numb. that's the key. i haven't really let anyone reciprocate my feelings. it's a self-defense to vulnerability. as what emily said, when in pain, first you chill, then you'll feel a mental numbness or stupor, and finally you let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/InlRhewCLQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/InlRhewCLQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-729527196084905967?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/729527196084905967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=729527196084905967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/729527196084905967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/729527196084905967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-great-pain-formal-feeling-comes.html' title='after great pain a formal feeling comes'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-1755972071889294355</id><published>2009-04-17T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:58:45.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'm not superstitious but i love to read and follow horoscopes. but how weird what says about me today at astrolis.com....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You will be preparing for some upcoming time off by spending some time with a book on some kind of alternative medicine, holistic treatment, or searching the Internet for a good spa. You need to give yourself a treat and the time or money will soon free up for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the hell? i did had a good spa yesterday and yeah i'm reading earlier something about herbal teas for health reasons and yeah i'm preparing for a trip to see my relatives soon. damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-1755972071889294355?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/1755972071889294355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=1755972071889294355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1755972071889294355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1755972071889294355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/04/serendipity.html' title='serendipity'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-3436277654923163947</id><published>2009-04-17T00:08:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:35:59.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing link</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why does everything has to be a yin and yang? can it just stay to the favorable part? in the dawn, i'm ecstatic and in the dusk, i'm down poured. a single word made my day bad. read: gossip. who doesn't love to gossip but when it comes to you it feels bad. especially when you are not there to defend yourself. i felt defeated in a war i am not present to contend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's about my former unhealthy labor, code name vogue. they have accusations. my first point, i'm not stupid and never will be. as far as i know i did great and do what should be properly done. i can answer any shit hole instantly but i'm not physically there and they don't have the right to reach me so the end result is a big puzzle. second point, i'm the apprentice hence my superior should know more and should have been reliable. but that's not the case. let's not wash off our hands from responsibilities. and from what i heard madam superior has no reaction because m.s. wrote about all the negative feedback in paper black and white so she can be safe and it's not her group anymore. wow that's the leader! my third point, could they just stop pinpointing whoever just because the person left and is happily living with her own life? the sad thing is it's the culture. it's not as if it's the very first time with what happened to me. everyone goes through it. sad sad place. whatever is there, it's the responsibility of the person presently handling it because it's her job. period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i take good care of my reputation and won't ever enter a fight unfairly. there are certain people who are just plain rude and loves to pass blame to others when technically it's none of my business. i don't take the issues in my head because they are issues. it's like telling a news story with no confirmation from the subject. isn't that bogus? i'm the missing link to the whole scene and i'm untouchable. it's a done deal so live with that. i moved on already and i hope they do too. it bothered me how unhappy these people are. i just had to release this emotional distress so i can sleep sound and good. i hope they sleep well too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-3436277654923163947?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/3436277654923163947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=3436277654923163947&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3436277654923163947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3436277654923163947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-link.html' title='missing link'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-762082591034296694</id><published>2009-04-15T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:01:59.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to basics</title><content type='html'>whoever said that 'a picture can paint a thousand words' is a true wise man. in this technological era, photos can look as if it's not the authentic one. even my graduation picture is photoshopped with eternal youth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i give my standing ovation to french elle for putting celebs with no alteration. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeX2DQRjhaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/uICH-fLmTO4/s1600-h/mr_c66ac56b4dbc47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeX2DQRjhaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/uICH-fLmTO4/s320/mr_c66ac56b4dbc47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324932670204118434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;monica belluci with no make-up on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;they should have used the original one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeX2iHI3o2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/6Kr8oeg-JE8/s1600-h/madonna_photoshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeX2iHI3o2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/6Kr8oeg-JE8/s320/madonna_photoshop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324933200327713634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lola madonna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-762082591034296694?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/762082591034296694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=762082591034296694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/762082591034296694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/762082591034296694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-basics.html' title='back to basics'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeX2DQRjhaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/uICH-fLmTO4/s72-c/mr_c66ac56b4dbc47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-4304156694324103970</id><published>2009-04-13T13:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:24:41.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bring it on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;holiday is over. first day of work and my first triumph. i woke up really early at 6 am and jogged around the village for 40 minutes. it's a big deal for me!!! since for the past 2 weeks i woke up at noontime. hopefully i can keep going to reach my goal. so yeah, bring it! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ofaqYko87ZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ofaqYko87ZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved this movie when i was in high school when i did pep. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-4304156694324103970?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/4304156694324103970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=4304156694324103970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4304156694324103970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4304156694324103970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/04/bring-it-on.html' title='bring it on'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-744565926220819799</id><published>2009-04-12T01:13:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:02:24.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lady-in-waiting</title><content type='html'>funny personality quizzes are very common at facebook and i just love to answer and waste time on them. it's the surprise result that people wait for. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i took.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which shakespearean character would you be? &lt;/span&gt;drum roll.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeDUN1LLrwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/SkKimlrzIzM/s1600-h/702cleopatra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeDUN1LLrwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/SkKimlrzIzM/s320/702cleopatra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323488093629296386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, of whom was said, "Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety: other women cloy the appetites they feed; but she makes hungry where most she satisfies." -------- The original Samantha (of Sex in the City), your ability to seduce lies not only in your physical beauty, but the power of your will. You have no compunctions using your sexuality to attract those in power, not only for your own pleasure, but to protect your interests. But that does not mean your aren't capable of true love. Will your desires lead to ecstacy, or ultimate doom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fierce! fitting for a queen. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took this quiz inspired by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the tudors&lt;/span&gt;. just finished watching season 1 and i swear i'd love to go back in time if only the royal men look exactly like them. i so love their costumes and i am fascinated how it is being royal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ntQOSkd3j_I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ntQOSkd3j_I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeDXA9hVs0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/QLcFhPf3qhE/s1600-h/jonathanrhysmeyersbrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeDXA9hVs0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/QLcFhPf3qhE/s320/jonathanrhysmeyersbrown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323491171066295106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yum!!!! jonathan rhys meyers as king henry viii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeDWc1cGTpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bljtDnO5f3k/s1600-h/henrycavillcb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeDWc1cGTpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bljtDnO5f3k/s320/henrycavillcb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323490550421540498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;damn!!! henry cavill as charles brandon duke of suffolk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeDXgPC7dnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SjfYhL83vsg/s1600-h/6a00d8341c2f6353ef00e54f193ae58833-640wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeDXgPC7dnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SjfYhL83vsg/s320/6a00d8341c2f6353ef00e54f193ae58833-640wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323491708346529394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loveleeee!!!! pretty men is my weakness. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it won't be that hard to be a lady-in-waiting at court if they are your masters. hihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-744565926220819799?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/744565926220819799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=744565926220819799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/744565926220819799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/744565926220819799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/04/lady-in-waiting.html' title='lady-in-waiting'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeDUN1LLrwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/SkKimlrzIzM/s72-c/702cleopatra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-5069998824601755391</id><published>2009-04-11T20:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:05:13.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>optimism doesn't hurt</title><content type='html'>i used to be optimistic at all times until i worked in the real world. i've undergone despair, sorrow, anxiety and stress that was ancient to my little sheltered universe. and yes, i lost optimism. it's true what sociologists say that you adapt and acquire certain behavior in the group you are closely with. as for me, i have worked with the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anna wintours&lt;/span&gt; in the workplace and alas... it almost made me to be one. well i won't deny that i had the inner bitch in me but it triggered more there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeCWorFepEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bmlBRTs6w4A/s1600-h/anna-wintour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeCWorFepEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bmlBRTs6w4A/s320/anna-wintour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323420385056564290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; they say she's the alter ego of the devil wears prada's miranda priestly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;since i left code name vogue, life is very easy. i won't regret ever staying and leaving. i had things that i come to know that i am capable of doing. i come to know myself more. i always like pushing myself to the limit. and it really pushed me to the maximum but had to leave anyway. now, i'm focused to myself and my well-being. so i smile and think positive. maybe that's when i'll come to know real happiness. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-5069998824601755391?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/5069998824601755391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=5069998824601755391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5069998824601755391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5069998824601755391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/04/optimism-doesnt-hurt.html' title='optimism doesn&apos;t hurt'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SeCWorFepEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bmlBRTs6w4A/s72-c/anna-wintour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-262039275636544507</id><published>2009-04-09T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:24:05.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't get enough of cici</title><content type='html'>my inspiration in having a toned body. hehehe my gym trainer said i trimmed already.. around xx pounds more to lose. haha darn why is it so hard to stay fit? but i'm happy being a health buff now. can't wait to reach my goal! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciara and justin timberlake's love sex and magic.. hot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/bx7cF8T4F44&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/bx7cF8T4F44&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never ever.. this is my current theme song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/U9dg9hvDIzU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/U9dg9hvDIzU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-262039275636544507?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/262039275636544507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=262039275636544507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/262039275636544507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/262039275636544507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-get-enough-of-cici.html' title='can&apos;t get enough of cici'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-3458655544033706680</id><published>2009-04-07T20:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:54:37.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ally mcbeal</title><content type='html'>for the past few days, i just wanted to disappear for awhile by not being online and text up people because i felt depressed with this quarter-life crisis thing. then one afternoon, i screened over cable channels and got tuned at an old ally mcbeal episode then found myself laughing. i quickly searched for our dvd of full seasons and started to watch the first season. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a dvd addict and could could watch an entire season in one sitting. but ally mcbeal's has at least 23 episodes in one season as opposed to the normal 13 episodes in a season (according to my tv production prof). i watched some of the episodes back when i was in high school which was 10 years ago (damn i feel old!) but wasn't able to follow. it was a huge hit then before &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sex and the city&lt;/span&gt;. realizing now that the content is mature for me before that i can now relate to. ally is a 28 year old successful lawyer who is never contented with her life and her idealism to happiness is by having kids with the love of her life. throughout the 5 seasons, it presented the different views and levels of love, friendship, dating, and relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coincidentally, a friend of mine who is near her late 20s who is in a relationship told me that having one is not the key to happiness and i agreed. it's not the objective of happiness. it adds color to your life by bringing emotions of joy and pain. the true key to happiness is being content. ally is a clinically depressed woman with her funny hallucinations because she's never been contented with her life, in or out of a relationship. that's my nirvana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/G3IA5knUqQI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/G3IA5knUqQI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the childhood sweetheart of ally, billy whom she followed through law school and found him as her married co-worker. they became good friends but he passed away in season 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Jqa0vzdbe7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Jqa0vzdbe7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the funny john cage dance of barry white song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best season for me would be season 2. ally had closure why billy broke up with her in college and her friendship deepened with the rest of the characters. there are setbacks though in the latter seasons. there's no continuing story of some characters why they were gone and the last season is too fictional having a 10 year old daughter genetically through fertility project. i most liked the script and tone. their conversations are very witty and intellectual. in the end, she didn't get the love of her life to a man but to her daughter. she moved from boston to new york analogous to moving on with her life and hopeful with love. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-3458655544033706680?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/3458655544033706680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=3458655544033706680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3458655544033706680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3458655544033706680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/04/ally-mcbeal.html' title='ally mcbeal'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-262689808794464754</id><published>2009-03-29T14:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:33:13.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love your planet</title><content type='html'>my family cooperated with the Earth Hour that i didn't even know of that it was last night! but we did anyway closed our lights at home. it's supposed to make a stand against the effects of global warming. i am totally affected by it due to the weather change. it's supposed to be summer now and it keeps on pouring every afternoon for the past few days. so the effect on me is my dry cough which is grueling to my throat. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the official video from earthhour.org :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/1CRs-7lRlPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/1CRs-7lRlPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found at youtube on Earth Hour 2009 Philippines. the post result. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/TCjD-T5Pkps&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/TCjD-T5Pkps&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just feels good to be socially aware and show that you care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-262689808794464754?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/262689808794464754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=262689808794464754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/262689808794464754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/262689808794464754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-your-planet.html' title='love your planet'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-8786767357298514567</id><published>2009-03-28T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:29:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spot the difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sc3DbtI4NUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/d2sliA1T-H8/s1600-h/425.ad.KimKardashian.Cmplx.032609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sc3DbtI4NUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/d2sliA1T-H8/s320/425.ad.KimKardashian.Cmplx.032609.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318121615735141698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;complex magazine april/may 09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So what: I have a little cellulite. What curvy girl doesn't!? How many people do you think are photoshopped? It happens all the time! I'm proud of my body and my curves and this picture coming out is probably helpful for everyone to see that just because I am on the cover of a magazine doesn't mean I'm perfect." -- Kim Kardashian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;amen to that. it's not a little cellulite dear but i still commend you for your insights. i have a lot of that hahaha (fine i'm working hard on it!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-8786767357298514567?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/8786767357298514567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=8786767357298514567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8786767357298514567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8786767357298514567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/spot-difference.html' title='spot the difference'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sc3DbtI4NUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/d2sliA1T-H8/s72-c/425.ad.KimKardashian.Cmplx.032609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-1560791287492429359</id><published>2009-03-27T18:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:27:48.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinay dreamer</title><content type='html'>got this idea from my friend ana... as i was saying to another friend.. we just live once in a lifetime so you might as well set your goals high that even if you were not able to reach it, at least you will get something close to that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 things i should have before 30:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. own a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. million pesos savings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. poledancing expertise and stayed being fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. my own pad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. upgraded my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. a french speaking tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. cooked meals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. lived in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. own a designer wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. tied the knot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i recommend you to this as well regardless of your age now just replace the number. it's fun! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-1560791287492429359?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/1560791287492429359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=1560791287492429359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1560791287492429359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1560791287492429359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/pinay-dreamer.html' title='pinay dreamer'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2479513724611099379</id><published>2009-03-26T23:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:05:21.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my instant generation</title><content type='html'>have you even heard of 'generation y?' cool-sounding huh? next to the spice girls' pepsi jingle 'generation x.' as my intuitive self, i searched for it at wikipedia and says that this is the generation that were born from 1978 to 1995. it also described that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Generation Y are sometimes called the "Trophy Generation", or "Trophy Kids,"[15] a term that reflects the trend in competitive sports (as well as many other aspects of life) where "no one loses" and everyone gets a "Thanks for Participating" trophy. Although it seems that this educated, technologically advanced, success-driven generation would be ideal workers, corporate Human Resource (HR) departments are reporting the opposite"[15] Some employers are concerned that the members of Generation Y have too great expectations from the workplace and desire to shape their jobs to fit their lives rather than adapt their lives to the workplace.[16] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--  from wikipedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;true enough, as the youngest in the brood and having a huge generation gap, the members of my family thinks that my job duration is bad by not sticking for more than one year which is most common in my generation. they are not aware of this 'generation y' thing that we were brought up in school where teachers taught us to be successful when you want to even as a kid. as the budding of technology arises, everything is instant. instant messaging, instant call, instant oatmeal, instant noodles, instant sandwich from fastfood chains, instant search through typing without checking the library and everything else. ergo, my generation wants everything instant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's why most of us are frustrated when we can't get something right away because we're living in a world where everything is accessible. there are a lot of things that i want to do and still can't figure out which. there are so many doors to choose from. even in relationships and dating. we choose based on looks, personality, wit, etc. having a criteria and having so many options. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i wish i lived during the renaissance so i don't have a hard time choosing where everything is set on who to marry, what you will become in the society, what your leisure will be, etc. men and women through ages fought for change, rights and freedom. but at this point in time, i can feel the very con of too much liberty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2479513724611099379?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2479513724611099379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2479513724611099379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2479513724611099379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2479513724611099379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-instant-generation.html' title='my instant generation'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-5725131400788530068</id><published>2009-03-25T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:56:09.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snoop kitty</title><content type='html'>when it comes to privacy... when and how is enough? i know celebrities, politicians or whoever made the headline always cries for it and hated paparazzi. unless they wanted the attention like paris or those who would pay in hollywood for them to get photographed and be in the tabloids. and now it has evolved if you wanna be in-the-know. the thing i can't live without next to water, the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of stuff are going on since people really are individualists. lots of blogs and social networking popped like mushrooms. in my home for example all of us are online in real time having our own laptops or pc's and doesn't talk to one another. we just chat. sites like friendster, facebook, multiply, twitter or what-not can be a good and bad thing. i come to communicate again with long lost friends and acquaintances. i confess that i stalk people there and i'm sure some also do the same thing. but i don't like letting the whole world know what's going on with me. i need privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned to set my facebook account's privacy setting where whatever i type on my wall will not be published or other details. i'm relieved that i do have control over what to publish or not. i love to surf and read everything i see interesting. then came google map. like a scene in james bond where they would use the satellite feed to find a wanted man. then i came across wikimapia. i am amazed how i can view the globe in top view, again like a sci-fi/action film. i naturally searched to see my own home and how i'm surprised to know. someone tagged my house with a caption of my name. it's really really creepy even if that person doesn't mean harm but the thought that anyone can find my location is way scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sco7tx-XHYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wIAisnknXuE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sco7tx-XHYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wIAisnknXuE/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317127967759342978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something like this at wikimapia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's overboard that you can't even delete it. there's even a link for the 'deleted places' and you will still see the tags. some people even upload their pictures and know their locations. i don't mind if other people like it because it can be used for good then again for bad. tagging my house is snooping and i have a right to my privacy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-5725131400788530068?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/5725131400788530068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=5725131400788530068&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5725131400788530068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5725131400788530068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/snoop-kitty.html' title='snoop kitty'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sco7tx-XHYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wIAisnknXuE/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2055219135302191548</id><published>2009-03-22T17:07:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:22:02.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what crisis?</title><content type='html'>crisis. a word that is so common today. recession in a lot of first world countries is going on because of the affluent's high maintenance of their lifestyle like a king in a third world using maximum credit bills who doesn't pay on time. it's a domino effect since we live in a global village. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here in my third world, nothing exaggeratedly changed. except for those who work overseas or those who enslave themselves for multinational ones. last that i know of around november 2008 when i was still in advertising, studies shown that nearly 80% of 88 million people in the philippines are considered poor. meaning they are those who live in the provinces and slums. we are used to being poor and i thank God that at this time and age, poverty saved us from the rest of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my family's small business was affected by the asian economic crisis in 1997 since we import goods from hongkong who imports from japan. to the point that we are still struggling to come back to its prime. we roughly lost around php 17,000,000.00 ($ 6.8M). at that time, it was big. i was living a princess' life in an underdeveloped country until we're hit by the crisis. my dad provided me with everything and spoiled me from all the material luxuries and lifestyle a girl can have. then as the years progress, we never felt we lost that hard because my dad was a very jolly person. i never felt it. although we had to cut back on buying things and lessened our dining out and shopping. we grew up okay but i sometimes wonder what if that crisis never happened. could i had the chance to study abroad or yearly vacation overseas. hence, my parents did provide me well. of course, it's not all about the money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately i've been contemplating about a lot of stuff. am i actually in a quarter-life crisis? so i typed in at wikipedia and found a checklist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on emotional aspects... characteristics of quarter-life crisis may include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; feeling "not good enough" because one can't find a job that is at one's academic/intellectual level -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;frustration with relationships, the working world, and finding a suitable job or career --&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check, check,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;confusion of identity -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh i very much know myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;insecurity regarding the near future -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;insecurity concerning long-term plans, life goals -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;insecurity regarding present accomplishments -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nah im proud of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;re-evaluation of close interpersonal relationships -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check. you really don't know who are sincere versus the plastics until you really get to know them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;disappointment with one's job -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;uber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;nostalgia for university, college, high school or elementary school life -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check. maybe that's why i want to take my mba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;tendency to hold stronger opinions -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check. i'm just opinionated with almost everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;boredom with social interactions --&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ot with social interactions. i'm just way bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;loss of closeness to high school and college friends -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i stay in touch with very few selected ones. hi to my college friend maan who said she's an avid fan of this blog. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;financially-rooted stress (overwhelming college loans, unanticipatedly high cost of living, etc.) -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;loneliness --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check.....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;desire to have children --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;check. omg. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;a sense that everyone is, somehow, doing better than you --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't care about other people's business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i agree in 11 out of the 16 statements. so i am and i don't know the cure. i am praying that i'll get over this and pick up the little pieces for it to be whole again. to those who pretty much feels the same way, pat your shoulders from me, i know it'll be alright. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"if i was a rich girl.. no man can test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end cause i'd have all the money in the world if i was a wealthy girl.." -- gwen s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/9s1NJbL-DF/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/9s1NJbL-DF/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2055219135302191548?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2055219135302191548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2055219135302191548&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2055219135302191548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2055219135302191548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-crisis.html' title='what crisis?'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-7241885400621887274</id><published>2009-03-16T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:59:18.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love thyself</title><content type='html'>how far will one person go in the name of beauty? well one, you must have money. the sessions are quite expensive. i was offered a cheap liposuction but i never liked the idea to go under the knife and i'm afraid of not needles but the surgery. i'd rather pay for the pricey laser treatments than that. then again it's a matter of the moolah which i barely have. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have insecurities in my body, of course i'm a woman. but i don't feel bad about it. i wish it were like this or that but i'm okay with it. i eat sweets and other junk food and then make sure to burn it all in an hour of grueling sauna-like bicycling room. i'm stepping up the challenge to myself to do again the phase 1 of southbeach diet which i've been prolonging to do. it means no carbs for 2 weeks which will make me hot-tempered and hot-headed. it's going to be a detox and a withdrawal syndrome when you take away the sweets away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh sugar and starch, i have to avoid you for 2 weeks for me to achieve my goal. the anticipated result is for me not to crave for you. synonymous if i want to forget somebody. it just takes time. but i'm sure of the end result... hell great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-7241885400621887274?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/7241885400621887274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=7241885400621887274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7241885400621887274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7241885400621887274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-thyself.html' title='love thyself'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-7588867010618093659</id><published>2009-03-15T20:40:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:06:19.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wowphilippines'/><title type='text'>philippine islands</title><content type='html'>singing *it's getting hot in herrreee* from nelly's famed song years back. yes, it's getting hotter and hotter in my beloved country specially the months of april and may. people flock to the beaches and getting ready to show off their toned bodies. due to the more than 7000 islands in the philippines, there are so many places i still haven't seen since i grew up in the city. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most famous is boracay island in aklan because of it's white sand beaches and parties with clubs and bars at the stretch of the beachfront patterned after bora-bora, ibiza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sb0EcRiGK8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TWaDtm8A7bo/s1600-h/Red_Coconut_Beach_Hotel-Swimming_pool_view-main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sb0EcRiGK8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TWaDtm8A7bo/s320/Red_Coconut_Beach_Hotel-Swimming_pool_view-main.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313408019156315074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is where i last stayed and i loved it so much because it's beachfront&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are many beautiful places to go to and here is my top destination list that i have yet to see:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt; amanpulo resort at pamalican island, palawan --- it's part of the aman luxury resorts worldwide and rumored that tom cruise and other hollywood stars had been there. such an irony that locals have to pay in dollars and a lot cannot afford to step in this island. must be really heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sbz8IahoPGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lCOmwMUwqV4/s1600-h/amanpulo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sbz8IahoPGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lCOmwMUwqV4/s320/amanpulo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313398881879866466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amanpulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&gt;&gt; panglao island, bohol --- another white sand... i'd love to swim here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sbz-r3dvIqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Cn6scOTanIU/s1600-h/Eskaya.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sbz-r3dvIqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Cn6scOTanIU/s320/Eskaya.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313401689966846626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eskaya resort beachfront&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&gt;&gt; mactan island, cebu --- it is said that the europeans back in the 1500s first stepped here.. the legendary ferdinand magellan. so now it's known for it's luxury resorts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sb0DtFlGEXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nF8bKXR2BoU/s1600-h/CEBHIHI_Hilton_Cebu_Resort_and_Spa_home_right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sb0DtFlGEXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nF8bKXR2BoU/s320/CEBHIHI_Hilton_Cebu_Resort_and_Spa_home_right.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313407208493814130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the only hilton cebu resort and spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; camiguin island, mindanao --- i'd love to go back to camiguin. the last time i was here, i really appreciated mother nature for giving such lovely place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sb0ISS57ZpI/AAAAAAAAAW0/SP5-NQ0ypDY/s1600-h/33274488.Dscf0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sb0ISS57ZpI/AAAAAAAAAW0/SP5-NQ0ypDY/s320/33274488.Dscf0280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313412245772527250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is called the white island &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can only see it whenever it's low tide and back to the sea when it's high tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sb0Kg472BgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PQEQGFIXdSc/s1600-h/59186615_7c023804e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sb0Kg472BgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PQEQGFIXdSc/s320/59186615_7c023804e9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313414695522534914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;katibawasan falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i remember swimming here and it's so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for more visual pleasure check these out! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/YdBANriBrlw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/YdBANriBrlw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commercial shown in cnn 3 years back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/2FsBvXh3m2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/2FsBvXh3m2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wowphilippines 5-minute avp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i quote: "we're oriental and western too.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so true.. a melting pot of malay, chinese, american, spanish and japanese cultures. that's the filipino culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-7588867010618093659?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/7588867010618093659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=7588867010618093659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7588867010618093659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7588867010618093659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/philippine-islands.html' title='philippine islands'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sb0EcRiGK8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TWaDtm8A7bo/s72-c/Red_Coconut_Beach_Hotel-Swimming_pool_view-main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-6035575463344677617</id><published>2009-03-13T23:33:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:29:30.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>beauty special</title><content type='html'>as a young single woman who is still knowing herself, experiments with dating and struggles with her career, wonders... what really makes a woman happy and content? is it her status in life or having a love in her life or is it settling down and have a family? they say you must have both, the career and love. but what about those who just have one out of the two or none at all just because they opt to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i blame it not on the alcohol but on the hormones for being happy and sad. there are days when i feel i'm so glee about nothing and there are depressing days when sudden attacks of loneliness occur. one day, a friend sent me an e-book entitled, 'how to find your one true love' by bo sanchez who happened to be an ex-priest who got married. since i like to read self-help (because yes, i do need help! lol) and relationship books, i quickly started to read it. he said a lot of tips and advices and what i became most interested is the chapter entitled "be attractive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attraction secrets from a guy's point of view  (from 'how to find your one true love' by bo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sanchez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. feel you're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- it's true that whatever you project happens. so you might as well promote a positive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. don't hide your sexuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- it's human nature. just sing the song, i got it from my mama! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. be happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- it just means be contented with what God gave you and read: law of attraction. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. be friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- smile is the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. be humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- as what the lady on the radio said about her user-ex, "shempre di mo naman&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pwede sabihin sa lalake na mayaman ka!" ("of course you can't tell a guy you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more money than him!") hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. be affirming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- ergo, he must feel like a god hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. be modest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- don't look like a slut when you're walking at the mall lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. be yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- stay normal to your crush. if he likes you no ifs and buts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. be pretty as you can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- take time to go to salons, get your hair done or eyebrows...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just don't overdo it. it doesn't mean you have to be vain or narcissist, it's caring for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;personal beauty has been my quest since i was little. my family used to tease me that i looked like a duck ergo an ugly duckling. i was white as pale, thin and bony with huge lips, flat nose with no eyelids because of my asian chinky eyes. until i grew in my high school years literally and figuratively. i became way chubby as in fat but i didn't bother because i had always been confident. i think i was cute anyway. while my then friends were having boyfriends and having adventures, i didn't care at all. i just became conscious when i was already in college. grew my hair long, went to gym, went on dieting and my body coordinated by having curves and my face developed as well and alas, ugly duckling no more. i'm not glorifying myself because i've always believe that beauty is subjective and my point here is... beauty is something you work for and look after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dove real beauty campaign - evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was so awed when i first saw this two years ago and still am :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are days when women feel they are very pretty and very ugly. it's not insecurity from the models on the magazines who are made up by beauty experts or the surgically enhanced ones, it's just normal. i have no judgement for people who go to cosmetic clinics, if it boosts their confidence then why not? and the fact that they can pay! heck if i had the money i'd definitely go to one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a year ago, i totally forgot to take care of myself. i ate junk food whenever i was stressed which was most of time. i partied and not get enough sleep to forget about my grievances and so i can to let loose. i had a lot of excuses to exercise. it came to a point that my good friends honestly told me to keep off the weight and bad frenemies who talk behind my back gossip on me getting fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically, i neglected my well-being. it only sinked in when i saw a post-christmas picture of me tagged by a friend at facebook and hell shocked i was. so i told myself, i need to act fast. and now, i'm working on it although it's really a sacrifice and meant to change my lifestyle. but boy, i sure am glad i did made the choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-6035575463344677617?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/6035575463344677617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=6035575463344677617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6035575463344677617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6035575463344677617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-special.html' title='beauty special'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2402336949489505707</id><published>2009-03-12T14:47:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:50:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nail art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i remember my art appreciation professor asked us in one of her lectures, what is the difference of an art and an artist? it is always subjective. for me, it's art because it has design, color combination and can caught someone's eyes. ancient people have blotted ink on their skins to show manhood or what we call tattoos. women love painting their nails until nail art became commercially available. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what really caught my attention to this person who has "art" on the nails is, wait for it... a taxi driver. with a flower icon on all of his nails. i never thought he was a she until after. when i saw this driver with hands on the wheels with a dainty nails, it made a smile on my face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sbi_-nOFUuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jXLSPxTRvd0/s1600-h/nail-art10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sbi_-nOFUuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jXLSPxTRvd0/s320/nail-art10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312206842884346594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3d acrylic design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i go to salons to have one. what i usually do is the printed nail art where you place your hand to a nail printer (from cambodia) and voila, instant art! it's fast and less cheaper but a side of the nail can sometimes not be scanned so it leaves a space. just like when you are printing a paper. for an intricate art, it's better to have it done by a trained person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjC4WTtGjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0P1K4GgYfLQ/s1600-h/234982947_8b6f2da419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjC4WTtGjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0P1K4GgYfLQ/s320/234982947_8b6f2da419.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312210033800190514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjDO7udaDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HC5Vjfp2fSU/s1600-h/nail-art08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjDO7udaDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HC5Vjfp2fSU/s320/nail-art08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312210421801642034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with swarovski crystals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's so pretty... i'm in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw in the news just a month ago that in the middle east they are in need of 1,000 nail technicians since arab women are fully clothed only showing their eyes and hands. that's why my old threading lady is now there because arab women are addicted to eyebrow threading. since that's the part of their face that can be shown and attract men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it can be from the most simple streak to complex themed ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjEDYsIVJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/y2NIK9LkcIc/s1600-h/nail_art_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjEDYsIVJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/y2NIK9LkcIc/s320/nail_art_14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312211322929697938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;japanese inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjEDLIBlAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SReIwSjvi3Q/s1600-h/nail_art_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjEDLIBlAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SReIwSjvi3Q/s320/nail_art_13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312211319288599554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;garden theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjEDIopQbI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-elDjDaY7dw/s1600-h/nail_art_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjEDIopQbI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-elDjDaY7dw/s320/nail_art_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312211318620111282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;musician theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjEDBSXFzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JNVwighSLHY/s1600-h/nail_art_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SbjEDBSXFzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JNVwighSLHY/s320/nail_art_07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312211316647597874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orchid theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this one is overly decorated i guess for competition purposes. i have to get my nails done soon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2402336949489505707?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2402336949489505707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2402336949489505707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2402336949489505707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2402336949489505707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/nail-art.html' title='nail art'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sbi_-nOFUuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jXLSPxTRvd0/s72-c/nail-art10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-8979909011331124221</id><published>2009-03-04T22:30:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:53:27.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meryl streep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugh jackman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamma mia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zac efron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moulin rouge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanessa hudgens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anne hathaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicole kidman'/><title type='text'>act one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i love the movies. but before the technology was built for filmmaking, the artists can just do plays. after i took communication arts, i realized that it was really right for me. it honed my artistic knowledge and skills from writing, shooting, acting, editing, etc. which we all do in my course. i've done films, plays, documentaries and even broadcasted myself in radio and tv in the academe. i apply all the things that i've learned from school. it's a lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other day, i anticipated the oscar awards as i myself is marathoning the films casted this year. "the musical is back!" shouted by the debonaire host of the recent awards, hugh jackman. it's my first time to see him sing and dance, and boy he was good!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/IPgAQ_SW_Wk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/IPgAQ_SW_Wk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hugh's opening act commending the nominated films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he got a standing ovation. bravo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/FCjJ81WSNOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/FCjJ81WSNOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honoring the musicals in movies in this segment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that his roots is in the theater so i searched for him in youtube. apparently, he had a performance in the tony awards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/POmD7Ovje2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/POmD7Ovje2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the boy from oz perfomarce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's so gay here! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/VMVQGj2yJY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/VMVQGj2yJY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i have my fair share of doing the musicals! i portrayed as ursula in little mermaid the musical for my theater class's final exam. (yes that's how we do our finals, perform and deliver. :D) i changed my version of ursula as the seductive and pretty villain. hahahaha :P i got an A score and it was so fun to do! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my favorite musical is moulin rouge. all the elements are there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/eemEXNUTJQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/eemEXNUTJQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the break up song of christian and satine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i still feel like crying every time i watch this *sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the success of the movie, chanel no. 5 came up with a 2 minuter commercial ala-moulin rouge. it was reported that nicole didn't like to do it and she did it in the end only because baz directed the material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/yTO4FHf8MBs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/yTO4FHf8MBs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nicole kidman with the hot guy named rodrigo santoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i adore baz lurhmann! the man is a genius. the same director of romeo and juliet starring leo di caprio and claire danes whose dialogues are the poetry of shakespeare set in a more present time. who directed also the oscar performance, "the musical is back."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let's play spot the difference. haha check out this local tvc patterned from chanel no. 5 tvc. tsk tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/S0e1_p-Tnk4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/S0e1_p-Tnk4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;local superstar judy ann santos for fitrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does it ring a bell? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qVgsPmWw6HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qVgsPmWw6HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;local host/actress/ex-president's daughter kris aquino for casino femme alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is sooo obviously second-rate trying hard copycat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another musical i love.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/GoCZEmfnE-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/GoCZEmfnE-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the cell block tango in chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the women explaining how they got into jail. winne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the most fun of all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/VOlEsQxmKGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/VOlEsQxmKGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamma mia!!! the winner takes it all clip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meryl streep is really the best actress and it's a feel good movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;did i mention i love the musicals? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-8979909011331124221?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/8979909011331124221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=8979909011331124221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8979909011331124221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8979909011331124221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/act-one.html' title='act one'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2646723951285443220</id><published>2009-03-03T15:26:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:28:22.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel wiesz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate beckinsale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patricia velasquez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angelina jolie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jennifer garner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uma thurman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xena'/><title type='text'>girl power</title><content type='html'>as a little girl, i have always been fascinated with the hot chicks kicking ass. they scream women empowerment and as a female viewer it feels good. growing up i value the rights of and for the women. and i'm glad that today it is somewhat evident. so for my viewing leisure, i loved those action-packed female characters in tv and the movies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first was the ever cute sailormoon/princess serenity who fights for love and justice.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1SlNQOlBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YXxksOwK2nk/s1600-h/moon002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1SlNQOlBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YXxksOwK2nk/s320/moon002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308990334906045458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the moon crystal power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then came the warrior princess....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SazjLstBUGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LbRbf8JPKT8/s1600-h/xena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SazjLstBUGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LbRbf8JPKT8/s320/xena.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308867850881028194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xena  (ang bruskong prinsesa hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me and my dad were followers every week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then portrayed by jennifer garner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa07j3lq6FI/AAAAAAAAATE/mGzqwelUNdo/s1600-h/230px-Sydney-bristow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa07j3lq6FI/AAAAAAAAATE/mGzqwelUNdo/s320/230px-Sydney-bristow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308965023143094354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as sydney bristow in alias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the spy agent chick who trots around the globe and disguises each mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yes she can speak any kind of language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1K3XzaiwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lSY6uti-AEE/s1600-h/2005_Elektra_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1K3XzaiwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lSY6uti-AEE/s320/2005_Elektra_007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308981850882607874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as elektra in daredevil and elektra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then found her a daredevil husband named ben affleck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the iconic wild-child turned humanitarian angelina jolie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1AuOd5kqI/AAAAAAAAATk/OCUKu4ckQN8/s1600-h/2003_the_cradle_of_life_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1AuOd5kqI/AAAAAAAAATk/OCUKu4ckQN8/s320/2003_the_cradle_of_life_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308970698641347234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as lara croft in tomb raider 1 &amp;amp; 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rumors say she's not going to do the next one since she's a mother now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa0_lSCQieI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ru1xmze7PzI/s1600-h/2005_mr_and_mrs_smith_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa0_lSCQieI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ru1xmze7PzI/s320/2005_mr_and_mrs_smith_014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308969445468703202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as jane in mr &amp;amp; mrs. smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that got brad pitt smitten :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1CL3q5M7I/AAAAAAAAATs/2gZ73V2oGJ0/s1600-h/2008_wanted_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1CL3q5M7I/AAAAAAAAATs/2gZ73V2oGJ0/s320/2008_wanted_006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308972307429536690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as fox in wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still looking glamorous in this frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her best line: "shoot the target."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;another fabulous actress who do villain and action flicks really well, uma thurman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1HQhd430I/AAAAAAAAAUE/I5j_i8rfibw/s1600-h/poison-ivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1HQhd430I/AAAAAAAAAUE/I5j_i8rfibw/s320/poison-ivy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308977884926893890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as the seductive poison ivy in batman and robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1HQN0vMJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1kfSMryGQK8/s1600-h/2003_kill_bill_wallpaper_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1HQN0vMJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1kfSMryGQK8/s320/2003_kill_bill_wallpaper_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308977879654019218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as an assassin called 'the bride' in kill bill volumes 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1HQHCuavI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Eth4cr27ymU/s1600-h/18660790_w434_h_q80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1HQHCuavI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Eth4cr27ymU/s320/18660790_w434_h_q80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308977877833640690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as g-girl in my super ex-girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she'll use her powers when she gets mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my favorite british heroine, kate beckinsale...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1PW1MKxJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9iWH1DpYt7Q/s1600-h/2003_underworld_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1PW1MKxJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9iWH1DpYt7Q/s320/2003_underworld_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308986789393515666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as selene in underworld series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;and my favorite fight scene of all time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1M8PJ-f_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/_DbRT9czfCw/s1600-h/the_mummy_returns_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1M8PJ-f_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/_DbRT9czfCw/s320/the_mummy_returns_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308984133483921394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;princess nefertiri and anck su namun in the mummy returns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's the ancient cat fight! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;all these characters have masculine side because they are strong and powerful but still in touch with their femininity needing a man to protect them. aww. *sniff* haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2646723951285443220?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2646723951285443220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2646723951285443220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2646723951285443220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2646723951285443220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-power.html' title='girl power'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/Sa1SlNQOlBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YXxksOwK2nk/s72-c/moon002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-5954046504835390241</id><published>2009-02-22T14:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:18:16.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>i'm just not that into you</title><content type='html'>when the book 'he's just not that into you' came out, i borrowed one and eventually bought one after. it made me realize that most women are just so clueless. hopeless romantics who decode every thing a guy does for them means something more or a giveaway signal. i was a victim hence i'm not a cynic because after reading it, it made my whole dating perspective in a different level. when you're out there in the field, it's good to have a strategy and not fall for the traps. my end point: just have fun and don't think about what-ifs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i watched the all-star cast movie and i found it good. since the book is just in a q&amp;amp;a format categorized in a more likely topic, the movie is about the intertwining characters' dating and romantic lives. i like justin long's character, alex, having the persona of the author in the book (greg behrendt) who advices this dumbfounded girl, gigi, on her dating life with men and tells her the scenario that "he's just not that into you." it's true what alex said that "you should think like me." each characters have different ending both happy and sad just like any other person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my advice is: think like a guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because if he likes you, trust me, he will ask you out." - greg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found a summarized list from therulesbook.com from a different author/dating coaches for all you women out there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Rules to Tell if He's Just Not That Into You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he doesn't make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he doesn't answer your online ad.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;e's not that into you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;if he doesn't call you or text you or e-mail you for a date.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he doesn't ask you out by Wednesday for Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he only wants to see you during the week.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he ends the date first.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he asks you to split the check.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he expects you to meet him half way or travel to him in a long-distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he cancels a date more than once.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he doesn't ask you to be exclusive after sex and/or a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he hits on your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he forgets your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he doesn't give you a romantic gift for Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he skips a week.&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he doesn't want to meet your parents and friends.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;if he doesn't want to spend New Year's eve with you.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he doesn't take you to his office holiday party.&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;if he doesn't write "love" on cards or hold your hand at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he breaks up with you.&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he talks about his ex.&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he doesn't want to have sex.&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he doesn't propose.&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he proposes but won't set a wedding date.&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he wants to vacation separately or spend a lot of time apart.&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; if he's married to someone else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, just to be fair for the men. i'm guilty with most of these on how to tell if she's just not that into you. from askmen.com:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;9 Signs She's Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. She says she's not ready for a relationship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. You're always the one calling her and/or she doesn't return your phone calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. She avoids eye contact and physical proximity&lt;br /&gt;4. She mentions other guys she finds attractive&lt;br /&gt;5. She tries to set you up with another woman&lt;br /&gt;6. She doesn't laugh at your jokes&lt;br /&gt;7. She is always vague about making plans&lt;br /&gt;8. She regularly cancels plans with you&lt;br /&gt;9. Her description of the perfect man sounds nothing like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at the end of the day, these are all just signs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-5954046504835390241?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/5954046504835390241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=5954046504835390241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5954046504835390241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5954046504835390241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='i&apos;m just not that into you'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-1500651152247435881</id><published>2009-02-21T21:11:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:22:26.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the devil wears prada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessions of a shopaholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anne hathaway'/><title type='text'>everyday is a runway</title><content type='html'>costume design is very important in a movie. yes, because it's visual and it says a lot on the personality and tonality of the character. just like how we normal people dress. we dress to impress a date or an interview or just to make a statement or when we want to feel confident. it's true what rebecca bloomwood said that 'shopping makes her feel alive and happy.' &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i read the books --- 'confessions of a shopaholic,' 'shopaholic takes manhattan' and 'shopaholic ties the knot' years back. the author is british so the setting and language is very uptown brit which i expected in the film. i was excited to watch the movie and see visually the style of a rebecca bloomwood. i was a bit disappointed that her clothes are too mix-and-match and too much color. the only british there was her love interest, luke. it's a combined confessions of a shopaholic takes manhattan. but isla fisher is really funny that made the movie fun and light. it's a chick literature so obviously it's a chick flick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAFldzoGsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yDoGwg4Wkrc/s1600-h/url-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAFldzoGsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yDoGwg4Wkrc/s320/url-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305246502256908994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAFlUAyaKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eM3ZocZqbkM/s1600-h/isla_fisher2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAFlUAyaKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eM3ZocZqbkM/s320/isla_fisher2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305246499627755682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAFk4PPyAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rHRfsi8VOHE/s1600-h/927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAFk4PPyAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rHRfsi8VOHE/s320/927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305246492172208130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAGIEtn3qI/AAAAAAAAARE/k2SxRXLeh40/s1600-h/isla-fisher-shopaholic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAGIEtn3qI/AAAAAAAAARE/k2SxRXLeh40/s320/isla-fisher-shopaholic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305247096816262818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i like each of the pieces but not as an outfit. comparing it to 'the devil wears prada,' andrea sach's fashion is still the winner! her style is classy, edgy and timeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaALDAlLAKI/AAAAAAAAARM/ycO-ldo2HaI/s1600-h/coat03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaALDAlLAKI/AAAAAAAAARM/ycO-ldo2HaI/s320/coat03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305252507365867682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaALZ9xkiNI/AAAAAAAAARU/kcDTZmrkwA4/s1600-h/FASHION+DEVIL+WEARS+PRADA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaALZ9xkiNI/AAAAAAAAARU/kcDTZmrkwA4/s320/FASHION+DEVIL+WEARS+PRADA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305252901749557458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAL6lQuXJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8EFIK8IHTe4/s1600-h/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAL6lQuXJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8EFIK8IHTe4/s320/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305253462105021586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAL6Z5hMqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PzCy5gaxnA0/s1600-h/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAL6Z5hMqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PzCy5gaxnA0/s320/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305253459054899874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAL6V2X9QI/AAAAAAAAARs/itFeQgL3TpQ/s1600-h/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAL6V2X9QI/AAAAAAAAARs/itFeQgL3TpQ/s320/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305253457967969538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAL6EZOYVI/AAAAAAAAARk/CoqjEbkTxHA/s1600-h/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAL6EZOYVI/AAAAAAAAARk/CoqjEbkTxHA/s320/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305253453282304338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAL6FP01xI/AAAAAAAAARc/tl8l1vMCpJg/s1600-h/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAL6FP01xI/AAAAAAAAARc/tl8l1vMCpJg/s320/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305253453511317266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAMuwMI33I/AAAAAAAAASU/UY5qE0OSYMA/s1600-h/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAMuwMI33I/AAAAAAAAASU/UY5qE0OSYMA/s320/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305254358391775090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAMuvMphbI/AAAAAAAAASM/vi9zcoloI4s/s1600-h/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAMuvMphbI/AAAAAAAAASM/vi9zcoloI4s/s320/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305254358125479346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAMus1UDdI/AAAAAAAAASE/q8MGHKTajY4/s1600-h/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAMus1UDdI/AAAAAAAAASE/q8MGHKTajY4/s320/AnneHathaway-TheDevilWearsPrada14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305254357490732498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAQGgNJwSI/AAAAAAAAASc/gDxm5CErqBM/s1600-h/replica+the+devil+wears+prada+chanel+necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAQGgNJwSI/AAAAAAAAASc/gDxm5CErqBM/s320/replica+the+devil+wears+prada+chanel+necklace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305258064952803618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaARc_5fVYI/AAAAAAAAASk/LZToedNll9k/s1600-h/the_devil_wears_prada4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaARc_5fVYI/AAAAAAAAASk/LZToedNll9k/s320/the_devil_wears_prada4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305259550929016194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine my awe while watching this movie. every outfit change is just so fabulous. i also read the book and it very much is close to it. i just want to ransack her wardrobe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-1500651152247435881?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/1500651152247435881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=1500651152247435881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1500651152247435881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1500651152247435881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/02/fashion-statement.html' title='everyday is a runway'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SaAFldzoGsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yDoGwg4Wkrc/s72-c/url-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2921023302211661672</id><published>2009-02-20T22:02:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:35:14.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guy&apos;s girl'/><title type='text'>guy's girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;according to urbandictionary.com, a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy's girl&lt;/span&gt; simply means..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That great girl who can just chill and be 'one of the guys'. She's into sports, beer, action flicks and doesn't give a damn what others think. However, unlike the tomboy, she has her gang of girl mates who she shops with and does girly stuff. When attractive, this girl is mysterious and elusive. Acts aloof and gives off the 'cool girl' aura, like she's very aware of both guys' and girls' worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never knew that there is such a term as this until recently. for sports, i love to do swimming, running, biking and boxing. i did try martial arts, football, baseball, volleyball and basketball.  i just don't understand nba unless maybe i'm an expectator at the court and would actually watch it. i'm allergic to beer so i take hard drinks instead i.e. vodka or tequila. i super love action flicks and yeah i don't give a s**t to what other people think of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just that growing up and hanging out with my brother was fun. we would fight over computer games and gameboy since there was no playstation yet. we'd play streetfighter, x-men and the like. we both liked dragonball, sailormoon then later the animes. my dad was my action flick buddy from james bond movies, godfather series to whatever hollywood film that spent millions of dollars for the exploding effect and the luxury cars that were crushed. when i was in school i was 'one of the boys' and it's totally fine because i wasn't a trashy girl. but that's the thing, i'm very girly too that the words fashion, shopping, pink, floral, pretty, sexy, salon, spa, arts are very dear to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i like to have fun with the company of the boys and the girls. not just them but the gay guys too coz they're really sweet, funny and lovable. it's just cool to be a guy's girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ7Bp60eNXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/46fdx4S31xs/s320/pink_gloves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304890336997160306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i regret not to buy you. i'll come find you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2921023302211661672?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2921023302211661672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2921023302211661672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2921023302211661672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2921023302211661672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/02/guys-girl.html' title='guy&apos;s girl'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ7Bp60eNXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/46fdx4S31xs/s72-c/pink_gloves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-3926403737125652690</id><published>2009-02-20T12:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:56:57.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shu uemura'/><title type='text'>pat that lashes, shu style</title><content type='html'>my latest vanity addiction. the lashes. a colleague had been telling me to get my lashes done a year ago at salon de excellente in timog ave. near gma (oh yeah, i have lots of local star sightings having primped up when i'm there hehe) for their eyelash extensions. so as a birthday treat to myself, i tried it and i'm so happy. it made my chinky eyes look big but it was really long. my traditional mother wanted me to take it out but i had it cut instead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other day, i went to shu uemura rockwell and checked out the lash bar. :D it's quite pricey for a one time use worth 2k but it's really really pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4t9FbLB-I/AAAAAAAAANU/3N-rWqnEbGA/s1600-h/TLB_MainA268x306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4t9FbLB-I/AAAAAAAAANU/3N-rWqnEbGA/s320/TLB_MainA268x306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304727938540439522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;premium black gown (i so want to try this hehe) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4t9H_wzfI/AAAAAAAAANM/AUKiXf3DrRM/s1600-h/1134_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4t9H_wzfI/AAAAAAAAANM/AUKiXf3DrRM/s320/1134_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304727939230780914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; dazzling sapphire diamante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4t9GpMrcI/AAAAAAAAANE/sR1NTsACIzA/s1600-h/1140_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4t9GpMrcI/AAAAAAAAANE/sR1NTsACIzA/s320/1140_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304727938867703234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;illumi-decor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4viK7HMrI/AAAAAAAAANk/2OgLtBtFukY/s1600-h/Dazzling-Black-Diamante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4viK7HMrI/AAAAAAAAANk/2OgLtBtFukY/s320/Dazzling-Black-Diamante.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304729675183370930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dazzling black diamante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4vh8qsnqI/AAAAAAAAANc/hnT12hylaEA/s1600-h/902_sm_ClassicDiamante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4vh8qsnqI/AAAAAAAAANc/hnT12hylaEA/s320/902_sm_ClassicDiamante.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304729671356423842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dazzling diamante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a collaboration of dutch fashion designers viktor &amp;amp; rolf for shu uemura called the 'couture collection.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4wW6ziuTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1aSF0KAtIHI/s1600-h/1133_lg_sq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4wW6ziuTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1aSF0KAtIHI/s320/1133_lg_sq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304730581389719858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wing couture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4wW-Ou34I/AAAAAAAAAN0/yfdOAHAd3RI/s1600-h/1132_lg_sq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4wW-Ou34I/AAAAAAAAAN0/yfdOAHAd3RI/s320/1132_lg_sq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304730582309068674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rhombus couture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4wWufY7lI/AAAAAAAAANs/mpZEfHOYrI4/s1600-h/1131_lg_sq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4wWufY7lI/AAAAAAAAANs/mpZEfHOYrI4/s320/1131_lg_sq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304730578083966546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;swirl couture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;til my next costume party... :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-3926403737125652690?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/3926403737125652690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=3926403737125652690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3926403737125652690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3926403737125652690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/02/pat-that-lashes-shu-style.html' title='pat that lashes, shu style'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4t9FbLB-I/AAAAAAAAANU/3N-rWqnEbGA/s72-c/TLB_MainA268x306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-7054766338991984145</id><published>2009-02-20T09:32:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:34:52.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blake lively'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serena van der woodsen'/><title type='text'>it's serena!</title><content type='html'>spotted. blake lively as the cover of this month's vogue. i like serena this second season compared to the previous one. she's now empowered and bringing her queen 'tude back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4LyXPw5zI/AAAAAAAAAME/yfZhj57x9eU/s1600-h/blake-lively-serena-van-der-woodsen-gossip-girl-february-vogue-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4LyXPw5zI/AAAAAAAAAME/yfZhj57x9eU/s320/blake-lively-serena-van-der-woodsen-gossip-girl-february-vogue-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304690370950522674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vogue us feb 09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4QpHaflsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZRq0jlxtw_w/s1600-h/02m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4QpHaflsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZRq0jlxtw_w/s320/02m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304695709639874242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lovely oscar dela renta dress and jimmy choo heels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4NeHgoeHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/r3ji1YJeDYc/s1600-h/0113091342_M_Lively_Blake_Vogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4NeHgoeHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/r3ji1YJeDYc/s320/0113091342_M_Lively_Blake_Vogue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304692222152177778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;michael kors' little black swimsuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4LyOgpb0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QyXqwyZVqQE/s1600-h/01m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4LyOgpb0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QyXqwyZVqQE/s320/01m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304690368605417282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the boss. i love this ralph lauren jumpsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who's more shining now b? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-7054766338991984145?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/7054766338991984145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=7054766338991984145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7054766338991984145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7054766338991984145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-serena.html' title='it&apos;s serena!'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4LyXPw5zI/AAAAAAAAAME/yfZhj57x9eU/s72-c/blake-lively-serena-van-der-woodsen-gossip-girl-february-vogue-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2382713994458166075</id><published>2009-02-20T08:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:23:50.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megan fox'/><title type='text'>foxy tranny?</title><content type='html'>do you honestly believe that this gorgeous woman used to be a man? i've seen her movies from the mean girl in the confessions of a teenage drama queen to transformers lady love. megan fox reportedly joked during a red carpet golden globe interview that she's a tranny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“I am pretty sure I am a doppelgänger for Alan Alda. I’m a tranny. I’m a man. I’m so painfully insecure. I’m on the verge of vomiting now. I am so horrified that I am here, and embarrassed. I’m scared.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh please. she's ridiculously the fantasy of every man i know and yet she's still insecure. i think it's just some publicity stunt and a form of analogy how bad she thinks she is. if ever she really is a tranny, sorry boys. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4BWhSr-mI/AAAAAAAAALc/hMay8Mlv_Uo/s1600-h/normal_CosmoGirl_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4BWhSr-mI/AAAAAAAAALc/hMay8Mlv_Uo/s320/normal_CosmoGirl_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304678897494522466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cosmo girl 08 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4DTb64D9I/AAAAAAAAALs/1QvdpWZX6L8/s1600-h/Allure_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4DTb64D9I/AAAAAAAAALs/1QvdpWZX6L8/s320/Allure_008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304681043536121810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;allure 08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(the only fashion editorial i liked. her face is more of a men's mag material. she must stick to seducing men, not women.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2382713994458166075?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2382713994458166075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2382713994458166075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2382713994458166075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2382713994458166075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/02/foxy-tranny.html' title='foxy tranny?'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ4BWhSr-mI/AAAAAAAAALc/hMay8Mlv_Uo/s72-c/normal_CosmoGirl_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-4308835477061439649</id><published>2009-02-19T23:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:17:16.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><title type='text'>the lady is a vamp</title><content type='html'>i adore lady gaga. at last, there's a breakthrough in the pop scene. she's talented, can sing and write, designs her own clothes and stuff and a visionary. she's pretty, really confident with her own body and sexuality. her songs have club vibe that makes me want to dance every time i hear it. i just simply lovett! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ19ZcfQFQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BxF0m7frtP4/s1600-h/e39dd8f2-740e-4d8f-9b7f-9c0bf2fb9431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ19ZcfQFQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BxF0m7frtP4/s320/e39dd8f2-740e-4d8f-9b7f-9c0bf2fb9431.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304533812209784066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only she can pull that head dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ2AQufas4I/AAAAAAAAALM/uvxnHyOQl0A/s1600-h/dfb7915d-2ebc-4f5e-af09-44dc40737fa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ2AQufas4I/AAAAAAAAALM/uvxnHyOQl0A/s320/dfb7915d-2ebc-4f5e-af09-44dc40737fa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304536960958378882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;super light blonde works on her and the lashes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ2A_WFxCFI/AAAAAAAAALU/SAYxPFoY8Mw/s1600-h/Lady-Gaga-music-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ2A_WFxCFI/AAAAAAAAALU/SAYxPFoY8Mw/s320/Lady-Gaga-music-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304537761862191186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her signature blue lightning symbol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-4308835477061439649?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/4308835477061439649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=4308835477061439649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4308835477061439649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4308835477061439649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/02/lady-is-vamp.html' title='the lady is a vamp'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZ19ZcfQFQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BxF0m7frtP4/s72-c/e39dd8f2-740e-4d8f-9b7f-9c0bf2fb9431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-6215820414453206705</id><published>2009-02-18T04:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:10:41.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victoria beckham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spice girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posh'/><title type='text'>poshness</title><content type='html'>"I love women. I like them as friends, as interesting people to speak with. But I love gay men. I always say it. Inside me there is a gay man who wants to come out!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well said victoria. i feel the same way too. :) &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.qtgurldriven.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZthgAoKCIkAADQK@TY1/Victoria-Beckham-covers-Russian-Vogue-February-2009-Picture10.jpg?et=w2%2CQsBcSJofoYIe%2B9PA5oA&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;russian vogue feb 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.qtgurldriven.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZthdAoKCIkAADo9EcY1/Victoria-Beckham-does-Russian-Vogue-February-2009-Picture10.jpg?et=%2BMPBT3EiQcyUneNAdPuv4g&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love this mrs. officer look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.qtgurldriven.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZthZQoKCIkAACwd76U1/Victoria-Beckham-on-Russian-Vogue-February-2009-Picture6.jpg?et=qYZdjYCmHcmGQOAKjdDkqw&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so posh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but she looked way better circa 1997 during the spice world tour. i was such a huge spice girls fan that i bought the tapes and original metallic colored cds, watched the movie 'spice world' and was about to watch their concert when rumored to have a stop here last year but was canceled. i just hope when they do a concert again they're not yet spice grannies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.qtgurldriven.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZto4goKCIkAAFApNJs1/spice-blog.jpg?et=MI8GrdqzAKrAncQtgLFSEg&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girl power ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-6215820414453206705?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/6215820414453206705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=6215820414453206705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6215820414453206705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6215820414453206705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/02/poshness.html' title='poshness'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-8275119896900707939</id><published>2009-02-16T10:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:55:55.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transgender'/><title type='text'>bebe gandanghari</title><content type='html'>She's everywhere. From the time i saw his err.. her interview and ramp at startalk to blogs of fashionistas, celebrity gossip's and everyday people's. She's now becoming a pop culture because he was then a hunk actor, girls swooning over and even married a beautiful young actress. He's the first ever popular transvestite in the country which used to be a taboo. It helped that he was pretty (figuratively and technically) celebrated back in the day. And now the advertising industry who goes with the flow with trends and should do everything with a bang uses her as the host in the creative guild's Kidlat Awards. Good manager or pr person who handles him.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jlT15n6I5g&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2jlT15n6I5g&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-8275119896900707939?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/8275119896900707939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=8275119896900707939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8275119896900707939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8275119896900707939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/02/bebe-gandanghari.html' title='bebe gandanghari'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-143024044255942098</id><published>2009-02-09T21:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:00:52.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink sisters'/><title type='text'>the pink sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i so love pink. pink is the color of a woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was told that there's a near convent at my office where you can give special intentions and they will pray for you. so i went in times of feeling hopelessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the chapel is so peaceful and serene. i was delighted to see the nuns wearing pink and that's what they are known for, "the pink sisters." i wasn't able to talk to them and see their lovely gardens because it's lunchtime when i went there. mom and ate told me that they are very nice and accommodating. i'll sure go back and visit them at st. joseph's convent, dona hemady corner 11th street, new manila, qc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZAwv0S9cVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6LVh0wePPBY/s1600-h/pink+sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZAwv0S9cVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6LVh0wePPBY/s320/pink+sisters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300790359465226578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;photo from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://asksistermarymartha.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://asksistermarymartha.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-143024044255942098?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/143024044255942098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=143024044255942098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/143024044255942098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/143024044255942098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-sisters.html' title='the pink sisters'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SZAwv0S9cVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6LVh0wePPBY/s72-c/pink+sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-4853687862327492810</id><published>2009-02-02T11:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:24:20.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bmw'/><title type='text'>BMW films</title><content type='html'>BMW had a campaign which they created short films instead of commercials that was shown in their website. An innovative way to tap their market using award-winning directors globally and hollywood actors in the 8 shorts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every episode has a different plot which stars Clive Owen as 'the driver' in all short films. The feel is serious and action-packed. Indulge yourself in these 8 short series with less than 10 minutes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episode 1: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directed by: John Frankenheimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Featured the BMW 7 series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vo5cZhfsP2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vo5cZhfsP2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episode 2: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chosen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directed by: Ang Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Featured the BMW 5 series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AaV0c5kvYbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AaV0c5kvYbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episode 3: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directed by: Wong Kar-Wai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also starring: Forest Whitaker and Adriana Lima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Featured the BMW 3 series and Z3 roadster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBCDc7yonyE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBCDc7yonyE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episode 4: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directed by: Guy Ritchie&lt;/div&gt;Also starring: Madonna&lt;div&gt;Featured BMW M5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7i2m7W1CR3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7i2m7W1CR3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episode 5: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Powder Keg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directed by: Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also Starring: Stellan Skarsgard and Lois Smith&lt;div&gt;Featured BMW X5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3uUzK-NNTeM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3uUzK-NNTeM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episode 6: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hostage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directed by: John Woo&lt;/div&gt;Also starring: Maury Chaykin and Kathryn Morris&lt;div&gt;Featured BMW Z4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" border="0" class="gl_italic" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7hFX48fY5k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7hFX48fY5k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episode 7: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ticker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directed by: Joe Carnahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also starring: Don Cheadle&lt;div&gt;Featured BMW Z4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfjOK-6c4Lk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfjOK-6c4Lk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episode 8: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beat the Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directed by: Tony Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also starring: James Brown, Gary Oldman, Danny Trejo and Marilyn Manson&lt;div&gt;Featured BMW Z4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADzTu2NM8Lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADzTu2NM8Lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-4853687862327492810?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/4853687862327492810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=4853687862327492810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4853687862327492810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4853687862327492810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/02/bmw-films.html' title='BMW films'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-6574755376008052153</id><published>2009-01-20T23:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:47:28.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ddb phils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcdonald&apos;s'/><title type='text'>first love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFOQORGU-Pw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFOQORGU-Pw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Credits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creative Team:&lt;br /&gt;GADC (McDo Clients) : Margot Torres / Christina Lao / Mel Montemayor&lt;br /&gt;Creatives : Teeny Gonzales - ECD-Copy / Argem Vinuya - Sr. Art Director&lt;br /&gt;Accounts : Tey San Diego / Wella Balagtas / Lester Obice&lt;br /&gt;Producer : Irene Chingcuangco&lt;br /&gt;Director : Stephen Ngo&lt;br /&gt;Prod House : Provill / Sound Design&lt;br /&gt;Caster : Enrich Munchua&lt;br /&gt;Musical Work : "Ang Huling El Bimbo" by Ely Buendia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's almost midnight and there's a delivered mcdonald's. i am pretty much hungry from my workout and so tempted but no. i have to fight the temptation. as i am controlling my food intake, i swore not to eat fastfoods. but this really witty commercial caught my eyes on its first sunday break. as an ex-member of the advertising community, i may say that this will win them an award. they did their strategic planning well that targets the yuppies in our generation who are the consumer of this fastfood chain. creative-wise, it has no branding in the copy/script but all logos/location is obviously branded. it's soft sell. the commercial jingle used is "huling el bimbo" by the 90s beatles of  the country, eraserheads. basically the song itself is catchy and popular that relates to the unrequited love concept. kudos to the team. i'm lovin it! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-6574755376008052153?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/6574755376008052153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=6574755376008052153&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6574755376008052153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6574755376008052153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-love.html' title='first love'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-6310922380090603057</id><published>2009-01-20T21:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:40:13.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><title type='text'>push it</title><content type='html'>okay.. patience is a virtue but i need to push it. i've been working my ass off in the gym for almost two weeks now but it seems like it's not enough. my trainer told me the effect will take after two months but i think it's too long. a co-gym member has been doing all the classes offered and after two weeks she lost it. mine is half of what she lost since i only took the half of the total package. makes sense. well for now all i can do is stay focused and know what to do next time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-6310922380090603057?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/6310922380090603057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=6310922380090603057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6310922380090603057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6310922380090603057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/01/push-it.html' title='push it'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2267330991600822488</id><published>2009-01-09T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:52:08.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate housewives'/><title type='text'>domestic diva</title><content type='html'>it's a friday and i'm home! no, i'm not sick or anything i just opted to stay-in. i'm sure mother is so happy to see her daughter at the house early in the evening not early in the morning. i guess it's going to be like this in the coming months. i don't miss my signature cosmopolitan drink or penetrating in a crowded full of smog club. i'll see my friends still but lie low. as the countdown of my birthday arises, i'm slowly regretting stuff that i should have not done before. for example, if only i minimized the social drinking and shopping sprees for the past year i could have saved a lot. but doing this is sacrificing my social life. oh well balance is the answer... so what's next? i think i should start cooking healthy food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWdwhIzfv6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QicUjZu7F_Q/s1600-h/desperate-housewives-wister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWdwhIzfv6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QicUjZu7F_Q/s320/desperate-housewives-wister.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289320001971404706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon-to-be desperate housewife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2267330991600822488?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2267330991600822488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2267330991600822488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2267330991600822488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2267330991600822488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/01/domestic-diva.html' title='domestic diva'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWdwhIzfv6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QicUjZu7F_Q/s72-c/desperate-housewives-wister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-8501087682336499925</id><published>2009-01-07T20:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:03:14.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmo hunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blind item'/><title type='text'>let's get physical</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zOm4vTKV6C4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zOm4vTKV6C4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;olivia newton john music video in the 80s hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm hell tired. back to shaping up and toning. good to see my old friends at the gym as the staff were happy and surprised to see me again after 4 yrs of hiatus. as the social butterfly as i am, i've gained a new gym buddy on my first day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well well... there's this cosmo bachelor hunk who's always a teleserye sidekick in one of the hearty networks that went in with an entourage...  a bodyguard/personal trainer and a glamoured pet.. este chick with high heels who follows him whichever area he was. i think this hunk is not really a hunk since i come across to his semi-naked photos that looked soooo dainty. is showbiz really that hard to penetrate that he had to have holiday greeting posters in the city or he just truly loves himself? alas, he has an upcoming movie again as one-of-the-hunks. so i guess business is still is good, you're still pretty err handsome my dear. poor souls as they live in their own world where they are the unreachable stars. i won't be surprised if this is another p.p. or s.m. so who wants be the town's next top politician? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you love me xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gossip girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-8501087682336499925?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/8501087682336499925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=8501087682336499925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8501087682336499925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8501087682336499925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-get-physical.html' title='let&apos;s get physical'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-6940791295458626994</id><published>2009-01-06T22:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:02:27.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jericho rosales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mark meily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anne curtis'/><title type='text'>blast from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWNxSprQNeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hjjjTTnorEQ/s1600-h/3076878866_a661b20bb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWNxSprQNeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hjjjTTnorEQ/s320/3076878866_a661b20bb0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288194952701949410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw the movie "baler" by mark meily. thank god for metro manila film festival for choosing it as the best picture because it is. the script is witty. the storyline is simple with grace. great performance of all-star cast actors especially the comic dialogues of leo martinez. anne curtis graduated from her teeny bopper t.g.i.s. show in this movie. while echo is still the actor celebrity that he is, feeling 'gwapo' and all which he is, smokin hot even but acting-wise is okay. cinematography is good also having a colored-sepia feel. the production design of the soldiers is well portrayed. it's a good remembrance of your history subject with a twist of romeo and juliet plot line. filipino values were very much present like the fiesta culture and being hospitable even to the enemies. one thing i noticed right from the first shot was the kissing scene. i don't think the maria claras before were that public with their affection in their "tagpuan" or meeting place. unless the town's population at that time was so few that no one can really see them. it's just surprising because filipinas are conservative in nature but the film depicted a twenty first century modern filipina. a film is always the director's interpretation and as a viewer that is my take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting my best friend faith from high school after 2 years was great. we changed physically with more curves to love and with brains to boost. but we are still that once 5th grader who likes to talk about boys, dreams and future. catching up was long and the topics are still the same. since i was out in the circulation for sometime, it really is a blast from the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-6940791295458626994?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/6940791295458626994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=6940791295458626994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6940791295458626994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/6940791295458626994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/01/blast-from-past.html' title='blast from the past'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWNxSprQNeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hjjjTTnorEQ/s72-c/3076878866_a661b20bb0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-4979709069961584641</id><published>2009-01-05T17:50:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:40:30.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubao x'/><title type='text'>a gloomy day at seattle, cubao</title><content type='html'>first monday of the year to see the streets of cubao. my new turf. it's that old dirty streets that are full of jeepneys. it is best known for the coliseum of the aranetas for it is the place-to-be every season of uaap, which i never witnessed ever. it's now the home of budding artists in the country to showcase and sell their creativity in art galleries/shops at cubao-x (shorter for expo). my new mall is gateway which used to be greenbelt when my former office was meters away from it. it's also the center for connecting cities and mrt. it used to be the old cbd (central business district) in the 80s according to my dad, until new business districts sprung like mushrooms over the years. i used to be so picky on my work environment. i preferred makati cbd because of it's posh ambience and it's accessibility to hangout places and clubs. but i discerned that no matter how opulent it is, at the end of the day i'm still a meager thriving laborer. oh life is good as i am having a cup of hot white chocolate mocha at starbucks with my trusty mac. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out these artsy-fartsy shops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWIPrLCLkiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qlzV_qYtH7M/s1600-h/2993965445_c2cf1675de_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWIPrLCLkiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qlzV_qYtH7M/s320/2993965445_c2cf1675de_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287806146857112098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;remy's thrift shop @ cubao-x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtltc9rwpmy/swiprbpdqti/aaaaaaaaaiy/qh0i8mjkivs/s1600-h/2981384172_1222038fef_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWIPrBpdQTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qH0i8mjkiVs/s320/2981384172_1222038fef_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287806144337494322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;karma vintage furniture shop @ cubao-x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtltc9rwpmy/swiprbpdqti/aaaaaaaaaiy/qh0i8mjkivs/s1600-h/2981384172_1222038fef_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWISTAJkpZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b_Y8yM4rRH8/s1600-h/2946896124_a111081d89_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWISTAJkpZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b_Y8yM4rRH8/s320/2946896124_a111081d89_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287809030153348498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;inhabit exhibit @ pablo gallery, cubao-x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://projectmanila.com/blog/?cat=34"&gt;projectmanila.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-4979709069961584641?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/4979709069961584641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=4979709069961584641&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4979709069961584641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/4979709069961584641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/01/gloomy-day-at-seattle-cubao.html' title='a gloomy day at seattle, cubao'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWIPrLCLkiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qlzV_qYtH7M/s72-c/2993965445_c2cf1675de_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2816691635423227625</id><published>2009-01-04T21:22:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:57:09.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saint-tropez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santorini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rio de janeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ibiza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french riviera'/><title type='text'>dream islands</title><content type='html'>i love to travel and see places. learning new cultures and adapting to the people is my thing. trying out their lifestyle is fun too. i should have worked for a travel show or channel. i wish to become a jetsetter one day and when that time comes, my top 5 island destinations abroad are: &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. ibiza, spain - it is an island in spain known for their beach parties and clubs. house music started there. boracay is also patterned there. my cousin told me ten minutes away from the island when she was in the boat, she could hear the pumping music already at noontime! great place to unwind and party crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWDFNGmxTOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Zwqw2DEg6TE/s1600-h/ibiza_005p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWDFNGmxTOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Zwqw2DEg6TE/s320/ibiza_005p.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287442791435160802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ibiza harbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. santorini, greece - one of the best islands in the world according to travel shows. it's nice to be with a loved one when you're here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWDENkM3CNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4AzWTAZT6yc/s320/Fira_Santorini,_Greece.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287441699867920594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;santorini landscape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. saint-tropez, french riviera - known for their rich and famous guests and their luxurious yachts. i would love to be a paparazzi for a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWDHrNCN3mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lK6u7YzwH0I/s1600-h/saint_tropez_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWDHrNCN3mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lK6u7YzwH0I/s320/saint_tropez_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287445507580223074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saint-tropez harbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. rio de janeiro, brazil -  i'd like to see not just the brazilian men but the lovely white beaches here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWDKYxkJooI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DgqwfXmgF5g/s1600-h/Corcovado_Overlooking_Rio_de_Janeiro_Brazil_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWDKYxkJooI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DgqwfXmgF5g/s320/Corcovado_Overlooking_Rio_de_Janeiro_Brazil_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287448489503597186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rio de janeiro landscape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. fiji, oceania - breathtaking clear blue waters and less city feel. great place to go to your honeymoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWDN9RxsE6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/u6ExEF3XGac/s1600-h/8480-3-fiji_island_-_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWDN9RxsE6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/u6ExEF3XGac/s320/8480-3-fiji_island_-_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287452415160488866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiji waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay, daydreaming and vacation is over. back to reality baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2816691635423227625?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2816691635423227625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2816691635423227625&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2816691635423227625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2816691635423227625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/01/islands.html' title='dream islands'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SWDFNGmxTOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Zwqw2DEg6TE/s72-c/ibiza_005p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-3142346098416900421</id><published>2009-01-03T19:20:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:15:45.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladyboys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><title type='text'>manila ladyboys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;the philippines is being known again aside from the pacquiao fights, the lyrics of britney's song, the dance numbers of the inmates or oprah's discovery of charice pempengco. at first, i thought they were the ladyboys of thailand. but no, our very own. these gay pageants are very ordinary as it is becoming a common thing. society now has become aware and slowly accepting gay love. they are fighting for their rights in congress and i think it's just. they are people too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SV9SAJvijdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OeOkamIaQ_4/s1600-h/27188_1_468.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SV9SAJvijdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OeOkamIaQ_4/s320/27188_1_468.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287034650125045202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"All of these bikini-clad beauties used to be men. When they have a better body than you, as a woman, it gets pretty darn depressing." -  featured in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trendhunter.com/trends/trans-fixing-beauty-pagent-2008-amazing-beauties-philippines-contest-update"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;trendhunter.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; entitled 'transgender pageantry'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've never been a racist or sexist. it's all good, as long as the person is not doing harm to anybody and being true to himself. i'm just drawn to being close to one instantly and vice versa to easily befriend me. i just hope those closeted queens just be happy and come out. i know some who would even have girlfriends or wives to front. i pity those clueless women. i hope i won't experience love with a brokeback man. all i can say is, let's just all be gay (read: happy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-3142346098416900421?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/3142346098416900421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=3142346098416900421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3142346098416900421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/3142346098416900421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/01/manila-ladyboys.html' title='manila ladyboys'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SV9SAJvijdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OeOkamIaQ_4/s72-c/27188_1_468.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-5917010518635121106</id><published>2009-01-01T14:36:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:07:41.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>i'm not a party girl, a party woman</title><content type='html'>it's january!!! 21 days before my 23rd birthday. damn, i feel old. true, i'm older, wiser and more mature (haha). i have now the sense of responsibility. :P my 22nd year is wild. for my 23rd, it'll be tamer, of course there must be change. i'll just shock everyone. bwahaha i have no idea yet what i'm gonna do for my special day. usually it's a dinner with the family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll never forget my 18th birthday. months before it, i told my parents i don't want to wear a fluffy gown and have the conventional debutante coming out to the world party. i want a unique one. so i pitched my idea. i wanted it to be like an event. i'd like to see family and friends in a custom styled party by me. i wanted it in a venue hall at a hotel or a club depending on the theme. the themes playing on my mind were 'the white party,' 'the balinese-oriental party' and 'the glam party.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the white party, obviously people will just have to wear white ala people in the hamptons, the hall will be white from the curtains, table skirts, flowers, table pieces, etcetera. 7 course meal of american cuisine will be served. i'll be wearing a lacy white dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SV1ot-0ZU3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HF4stxtpwD4/s1600-h/groupshot_320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SV1ot-0ZU3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HF4stxtpwD4/s320/groupshot_320x240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286496676768994162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the white party at the hamptons look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the balinese-oriental party, everything asian, there will be no chairs but cocktail tables and full of cushions and flowing fabrics. cocktails and asian cuisine is served. i'll have at least 2 costume changes. one in kimono and my party dress. guests are required to wear something oriental. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVx-iv0FfqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n6CsK8NP6LY/s1600-h/OTHERS_45533_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVx-iv0FfqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n6CsK8NP6LY/s320/OTHERS_45533_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286239198041702050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the balinese vibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the glam party, it's like the vanity fair oscar party. people should be wearing formal attire. the venue here is in a club/bar. the color will be everything red. i would be wearing a gold dress. love it! i can't decide which one because they were all just fabulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVx-xBGM8wI/AAAAAAAAAGA/yPnjNnC0T7k/s1600-h/wi_cotillard_080225_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVx-xBGM8wI/AAAAAAAAAGA/yPnjNnC0T7k/s320/wi_cotillard_080225_ssh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286239443199259394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;french actress marion cotillard at the vanity fair oscar party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was in my most strict diet and fitness routine and the sexiest in my life for it. the planning stage was perfect. until when i opened up the idea to my mom. having a traditional conservative parents is tough. in advertising jargon, "binaril ako ng kliyente" meaning they dismissed the idea. i was so sad and cried. so i had another idea and pitched. i talked to my dad and said, "dad, if you and mom doesn't want my custom styled party, i'll just ask for my own car."  after a month around september, we picked up my new baby at the toyota branch and drove it home. i was the happiest girl. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that i never had a party of my own. i just went to all the cool parties in town when i started to work. it was damn great to be in advertising in your early 20s. the parties were just crazy. it went to the saturation point that i feel i'm retired from it. vip access was so easy because of my then work. i was always dressed up coz i'll never know til that day which party will i be. love it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm now taking it slow... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-5917010518635121106?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/5917010518635121106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=5917010518635121106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5917010518635121106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/5917010518635121106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-party-girl-party-woman-p.html' title='i&apos;m not a party girl, a party woman'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SV1ot-0ZU3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/HF4stxtpwD4/s72-c/groupshot_320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2347849244644608826</id><published>2008-12-31T18:10:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:43:24.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nkotb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanye west'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shontelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ne-yo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ludacris'/><title type='text'>my top 10 songs of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;it's hours before 2009! this blog entry is inspired from&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://juddstamaria.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;judd's top 10 sports events of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; the lyrics of these songs related somehow in my past year. my top 10 songs of 2008 (in random order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;1. love lockdown by kanye west. i used this in my early blog entitled, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;do you remember your first? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;it's a song for someone i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/szUrnEBzx_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/szUrnEBzx_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Im not lovin you, the way I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What I had to do, had to run from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Im in love with you, but the vibe is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And that haunted me, all the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;2. heartless by kanye west. another one from my recent blog... it's my song for me. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the night, I hear 'em talk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the coldest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul to a woman so heartless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh.. How could you be so heartless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. go girl by ciara. i love cici she's so hot! and t-pain. i'm your go girl. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgLmgyySxRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgLmgyySxRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Go-Girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm the energizer PlayBoy bunny, I keep going and going &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And you know it, that's why they call me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Go-Girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. just dance by lady gaga. my inspiration for my blog title. :) i love her super blonde hair! reminded me of my clubbing days in 2008! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D06CihM-YYg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D06CihM-YYg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's going on on the floor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love this record baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But I can’t see straight anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Keep it cool, what's the name of this club? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't remember but it's alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;5. if i were a  boy by beyonce. it says it all. those damn boys. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If I were a boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think I could understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How it feels to love a girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I swear I'd be a better man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. single by new kids on the block. they must be now the 'daddies on the block". hahaha but hey, they're hot! and yeah, i'm single since birth. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbjcxX2KWRY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbjcxX2KWRY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pretty mama, if you're single, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Single... You don't gotta be alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So while the DJ plays this single,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Single... Just pretend that I'm your man tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. miss independent by ne-yo. i simply am. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cause she walk like a boss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Talk like a boss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Manicure nails just set the pedicure off &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She's fly effortlessly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. one more drink by ludacris feat. t-pain. damn! bring it on!! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSjMjmNk5UI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSjMjmNk5UI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[T-Pain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If I take one more drink,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm gonna end up f**kin' youuu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is that what you wanna do shawty?,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If I take one more drink,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm gonna end up f**kin' youuu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. that's what you get by paramore. love em! my song for well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And why do we like to hurt, so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. t-shirt remix by shontelle and the dream. i love the dream. i don't have anyone's shirt though. i like it, it's sweet. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nothing feels right when I'm not with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Taking them off cause I feel a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Trying to dress up when I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ima step out of this lingerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Curl up in a ball with something Hanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In that I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;With nothing but your t-shirt on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2347849244644608826?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2347849244644608826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2347849244644608826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2347849244644608826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2347849244644608826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-top-10-songs-of-2008.html' title='my top 10 songs of 2008'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2715813439109340366</id><published>2008-12-31T08:51:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:02:19.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanye west'/><title type='text'>heartless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what exactly is a 'special friend?' you care about this person. you're not friends because you do things what lovers do but you're not together. you're not just cuddy buddies either because you date. you have the hots for each other but don't want to be involved with one another. definitely no commitment, the only commitment required is staying true and honest with each other. probably you love each other but you're not just 'in love' to one another. you both date other people. the question is, how long will that kind of relationship last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met my almost ideal guy. it's so ideal that he's not the one. he has the looks, a major player, he's smart, he's not superficial, he's generous, he has big dreams, he's a gentleman and spontaneous but he's not serious to me or to any of his women. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EOtG5PImuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EOtG5PImuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a positive note: kanye is talking about a heartless woman. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2715813439109340366?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2715813439109340366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2715813439109340366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2715813439109340366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2715813439109340366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2008/12/special-friend.html' title='heartless'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-7969184610116958349</id><published>2008-12-30T23:20:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:08:51.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sense and style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macbook air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailor moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hk disneyland'/><title type='text'>season ender</title><content type='html'>it's 40 minutes before midnight until the last day of the year. i can't sleep. ideas flow over my mind. i have to write. so i stood up from my bed. sat in the dining table and started to type. i came up with this random list of the 2008 highlights of my life. some were happy while some are sad. some made me reminisce the past. so no further ado, here it goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; back to writing&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loved to write. i only discovered this hobby and/or skill when i was already in college. i was required to do it all from feature writing, sports writing, formal essays, ethical views, film critiques, scriptwriting, copy ads, press releases to movie reviews and more. i liked every single of it. i had no idea why i took communication arts. i had zero concept of advertising, pr or integrated marketing communications. all i knew was that i can be a broadcaster with that course because that's always the impression. i just liked english back in high school over other subjects. i didn't like to compute complicated formulas or theories or knowing if juan's brother is twice as old as pablo's older brother jose. so i took the course. i enjoyed my junior and senior year because i noticed i nailed essay exams rather than those boring objective types. the pressure to comprehend a difficult complex question and answer in a most simple way was fun for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enlightenment struck me when my philosophy professor who requires a weekly paper that serves as a take home exam commented. the book was "fundamentals of ethics" and had a summary questionnaires at the last part. every end of the questions were to give real life situations of the given philosophy or topic. that was really a good training to think deep. so this philo prof after he checks the papers, he calls the students one-by-one to give back the piece of literature for a private reading of the scores. one day, he called me and while handing my paper he said, "i like the way you write" and i said "thank you, sir." i was surprised because we were not chums in the first place and he never called me during class for recitations while almost all from the class were. all along i thought he's the prof who would not know my name if i see him in the corridors. but my scores from him were good. from then on he was my favorite. fine it's biased but he was the first person to commend me on that. and that was absolutely nirvana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a year ago, i was supposedly going to be a writer for a fashion magazine after my first year stint from media. i passed the writing test and fashion knowledge test. it was not easy. the questions were like, "what's the latest trend?" / "what did gucci presented this year?" / "what can you say about marc jacob's fashion?" / "describe supermodel petra nemcova in three words." etcetera. good thing i was up-to-date. the interview with the editor-in-chief was stressful. he really knows fashion and i can't make things up. i was on my way to signing the contract but compensation is important to me as well. at that time, i can't afford to have that job. i can't ask for financial help from my parents anymore. i have to stand up on my own and they don't also tolerate such. it was my dream to be a fashion writer but reality sinked in. though i didn't regret it, i learned a lot from experiences this year. we'll never know maybe i'll still do my dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVswNbN5CuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JZyQOmR4BHI/s1600-h/cover-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVswNbN5CuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JZyQOmR4BHI/s320/cover-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285871594851863266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thanks to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://senseandstyle.net.ph/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sense &amp;amp; style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; writer friends, nicole and mark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for hooking me up :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; back to childhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the past month i'm doing things i did in my younger days. i went back to hongkong with mom, my first time there was 12 years ago. a lot has changed, the people and the place. we went to disneyland and see the characters live. and then my favorite holiday--opening gifts during christmas. and then the ultimate, for the past 2 days i was marathon-ing my once favorite anime, sailor moon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVxA7Lzw2mI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yLrbCnZh70g/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVxA7Lzw2mI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yLrbCnZh70g/s320/DSC01079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286171448152480354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;the tour group in hongkong disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVxA7Hj6KHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RfLJlhi4frw/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVxA7Hj6KHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RfLJlhi4frw/s320/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286171447012239474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;inside the cable car with mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVxA66ATC2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_RFOcN3PPRo/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVxA66ATC2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_RFOcN3PPRo/s320/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286171443373214562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;going up the mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVxA6s2U-vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mCaDpBcuM80/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVxA6s2U-vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mCaDpBcuM80/s320/DSC00876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286171439841737458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;in the avenue of stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVtJt1puDRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HfYZD6yt4AM/s1600-h/SailorMoonR-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVtJt1puDRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HfYZD6yt4AM/s320/SailorMoonR-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285899639494413586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;usagi and mamuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; on love and friendships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i gained real friends and user-friends as well. i had a really good friend until alcohol messed up. we can't be the way we were. i regret that. i learned how to control my emotions and think rationally at all times. i got the lamest excuses from the few men i dated. it's a learning experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; on career&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got what i wanted and then completely moved on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; the winner takes it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, how could i forget my grand prize raffle item from &lt;a href="http://www.tv5.com.ph/home.html"&gt;tv5&lt;/a&gt; launch event last july 24, 2008 at smx convention center. i went there harassed from work not knowing i'll win my beloved macbook air. the lovely simone cheng of hbo was the host and called my name. i screamed and all of my friends did. i was the envy of the whole populace that night to the point that people were congratulating me til the next event, the next day. it was crazy. it was the best and successful event for 2008 in media. they even had the group 'lifehouse' perform before their concert in araneta. i love it soo much. thank you &lt;a href="http://www.tv5.com.ph/home.html"&gt;tv5&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVs6VktmNKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5aAXcYCBIkc/s1600-h/winners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVs6VktmNKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5aAXcYCBIkc/s320/winners.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285882729955996834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mitch, beck, la winner, yule, lalaine, rhonna, jay-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come o ye 2009, bring me good fortune, love, health and luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-7969184610116958349?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/7969184610116958349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=7969184610116958349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7969184610116958349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/7969184610116958349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2008/12/season-ender.html' title='season ender'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVswNbN5CuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JZyQOmR4BHI/s72-c/cover-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2351189630509647104</id><published>2008-12-27T22:25:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:42:52.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semi-vegetarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>wanted: hotness in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;everybody as in everybody is telling me to lose the fat. i'm thankful that some people care even if it's the freaking truth that hurts. sometimes i just want to have an invisible cloak so they won't notice me. i came to the point where i don't fucking care if i gain weight. but in this part of the world i am moving in, sad as it is, is an issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i watched the movie, "my mom's new boyfriend" earlier starring meg ryan. she's an obese lady and is depressed with her single motherhood life. her son, henry, an fbi agent, will be away for work. so at the airport after seeing her son leave, she sat on the floor weeping with food all over her and when she's going to drink her cup, a man thrown a coin at her thinking she's a beggar. it sinked in to her that she needs change. after 3 yrs, when henry came back, her mom is hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so back to me, how the hell am i going back to my once upon a time 36-26-36 vitals? i shouldn't view it as a struggle. it's going to be hard work, discipline and determination.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVsQiyfQfAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yB7hUXyHOxo/s1600-h/Betty+Boop+throw-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVsQiyfQfAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yB7hUXyHOxo/s320/Betty+Boop+throw-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285836777503882242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;here's the thing. for 2009, i need to change my lifestyle. get up early, go to aerobics class or run the treadmill for at least 30 minutes, do at least 100 crunches a day, then add weight-lifting for at least thrice a week. for sure i'll feel better and happier. my problem is, i just love to eat. i enjoy food too much. it's not gluttony but i just simply love good food. i should psych myself that instead of dining out, i should dine in to save money. this means lessen the alcohol, night outs and sleep early. i can't order my favorite cocktail drink anymore. shift to red wine or kurant (gin and tonic). go semi-vegetarian meaning i can eat anything except red meat. shift from white rice to wheat bread. etcetera. i know the works. i'm just too lazy. so focus on the goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;doing the groceries earlier with the low-fat items in my cart is a big step. congrats to step 1. step 2 is implementing all that idea and step 3 is maintenance. i once became a southbeach follower that i made my own recipes til i got fed up. i didn't stick with step 3. why does it seem so difficult? someone told me to have an eye candy so i can be inspired. but i disagreed. i'm not doing this for anyone but for myself. i owe it to me. i'm the type of woman who just loves challenge. so 2009, game on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2351189630509647104?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2351189630509647104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2351189630509647104&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2351189630509647104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2351189630509647104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2008/12/wanted-hotness-in-2009.html' title='wanted: hotness in 2009'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVsQiyfQfAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yB7hUXyHOxo/s72-c/Betty+Boop+throw-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-1467861569901071306</id><published>2008-12-26T18:29:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:59:18.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentsu indio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hinge inquirer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zenithoptimedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindshare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universal mccann'/><title type='text'>backtrack 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;another year is on its way. time flies, really. i remember the year 2007 exactly the same day, i didn't know what was ahead of me. i resigned from a brief 2-month stint in a company and i wanted to go back to my first job which is media. at that time, i wanted to go back to my former work because the people were just so nice. but in reality, it's not that easy. i left and i can't just go back because i wanted to. so scrap that idea. the next step was to still be in the industry. i was interviewed in one of the biggest and competitor of my former but didn't like their terms. i was again interviewed to a smaller one but was waiting for a call. then suddenly got a referral from a former officemate to my present job a month ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it was new year's and it only took 2 weeks to process my application. i thought to myself, am i that qualified or they just really need manpower due to the fast procedure. i think it was both. haha who will not forget the infamous question of the then head of the group... "if you're an animal, what animal are you?" shocked as i was i said pointblank, "i'm a tiger, smooth but fierce." the terms were okay. i was not another trainee and the salary package is at par. so i got hired the day before my birth date, january 21, 2008. it helped that i have friends from college there but the atmosphere was just different. every organization has its own culture so i had to adapt. i was like a foreign specie in a new habitat. it was really a big adjustment on the first month but the coming months i liked it. i liked my job. i had full responsibility as a media buyer. i now understand my job because in my former i had the great opportunity to learn the fundamentals but lacked the application. i was able to apply all that there. i then knew how to go around if ever there's a "sabit." the job description entails to be an investment banker, stock broker and an accountant all in one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was really working. i was not anymore keen on parties, events, giveaways, raffles and vip treatments which i used to. i felt i got matured at work. even my behavior changed. my account demands to be the best that you can. i was so into work because it demands me to be. it's endless. i went multi-tasking to the highest level. it's like i was this whole different person when i was at work. serious, competitive, bossy, sometimes bitchy, negotiator... it's great that i was able to experience all those. it molded me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there were cons as well if there were pros. it's the usual day-to-day agency life. you wake up, go to work with people you didn't choose. do client calls, have some PR with old and new suppliers, deal with finance people, answer e-mails, prepare lots of reports and clerical work for your superior to check. then have lunch with people you consider friends while others gossip about other people. it's like show business in a lesser captive audience and you're actually in the system ala matrix. and like in any corporate fashion, politics is simply clamorous. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's now clear to me that i have experienced it, what my eccentric professor in art appreciation back in college was lecturing.&lt;/span&gt;) then after the break, you go back to work again. in the evening, i was overtime most of the days. well i go out after work but that was only once or twice a week. then travel home for an hour and sleep for 4-5 hrs a day. the cycle goes. i didn't see much of my family. that's why it was an issue to my mom. i was tired as hell. mom wanted me to just pause and think it over. that's when i decided to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVTkGLrqVWI/AAAAAAAAADw/Kvm8n_iHo3k/s1600-h/matrix3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVTkGLrqVWI/AAAAAAAAADw/Kvm8n_iHo3k/s320/matrix3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284099057678701922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;are you in the matrix?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the nice thing being in an advertising agency is its less corporate vibe. in media, it is corporate but not too corporate as our client's where it has to be power dressing or too less corporate and laid back like in a creative agency where creatives can simply wear anything. we can wear jeans but not shirts and flip flops. dresses too. it fits my personality really. i sure am going to miss the corporate drama, the fast lane life, the unplanned gimmicks of work friends, the streets of makati, new acquaintances, my pool of networks and my totally different life. i risked a career to be with the family business. i loved the fun, hectic and chaotic agency life. we'll never know what may happen in the coming years. i'm not saying i'm finally done with it. for now i am staying put to where i'm supposed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-1467861569901071306?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/1467861569901071306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=1467861569901071306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1467861569901071306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1467861569901071306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2008/12/backtrack-2008.html' title='backtrack 2008'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVTkGLrqVWI/AAAAAAAAADw/Kvm8n_iHo3k/s72-c/matrix3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-1668763019476171346</id><published>2008-12-26T00:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:07:45.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideal'/><title type='text'>ideal somebody</title><content type='html'>okay, the title is "ideal" and according to dictionary.reference.com, it means 'a conception of something in its perfection.' but since there's no such thing as the word 'perfect,' i know no one is exactly this. i base my checklist from experience in meeting, knowing and dating men. holler to single ladies! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. looks - who doesn't prefer a good looking one? that person might be blind. i don't mind if he's tisoy, chinito or moreno. as long as he is neat and knows how to carry himself. nate of gossip girl is the epitome of the alpha male. but it's deceiving most of the time. and please there's no such person as nice. all have hidden bones in the closet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. game - men loves to play. they are competitive in nature. that's why men are into sports not as much as women do. the goal is to score. so be the defensive player. know when he will be able to score. i used to play and i'm done with it. i want the real score. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. intellect - i love good conversations about anything. it doesn't hurt if he's well-read and well-bred. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. superficiality - there's this one phrase or comment that i'm keeping to myself that when i hear a guy tell me that, i'll fall in love instantly. it's something to do with not being superficial which most men are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. generosity - i like men who are just generous. money can't buy love but it's the thought of getting someone this or that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. dream - a person with no dream is dead-end. but that dream must have a goal for it to be implemented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. honesty - i simply am that's why i don't need crappy bullshit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. gentleman - i am fascinated how is it to live in the renaissance era where men practiced chivalry. but it's the 21st century now, i guess that tradition really died a long time ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. serious - it doesn't mean there's no fun anymore. it's more of the intentions to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  spontaneous - in every aspect of the relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if u happen to know this somebody, i would like to meet him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-1668763019476171346?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/1668763019476171346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=1668763019476171346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1668763019476171346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/1668763019476171346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2008/12/ideal-somebody.html' title='ideal somebody'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-8811460063301232371</id><published>2008-12-25T12:02:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:05:09.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kikay stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks planner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the body shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guess'/><title type='text'>thanks santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i just love this time of the year. aside from the intricate decorations in the christmas tree that i'm excited to do, i love the gift-giving spirit. as a kid, i never believed in santa claus. i always knew my parents were the ones buying the things i want for christmas. i knew that the fat old bearded lovable man was a faux. but what the hell, he brings goodness to the world and who am i to complain? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i find joy in giving gifts, wrapping it in a nice piece of paper or cloth to the point that i feel i'm becoming an apprentice for martha stewart (i used to watch that one time special and see the cast bitch around other people just to be her "apprentice"). does this mean i like domestication? true, sometimes it's just nice to stay at home and do crafts. sometimes. later in life i think i'm going to love stay-at-home when i tire being a bachelorette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVOESppHCLI/AAAAAAAAADg/j34O1haNmoo/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVOESppHCLI/AAAAAAAAADg/j34O1haNmoo/s320/logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283712243786516658" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVsKOySwK8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/p_kSV0f0snA/s1600-h/the_bachelorette-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVsKOySwK8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/p_kSV0f0snA/s320/the_bachelorette-show.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285829836784282562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i enjoy when people smile and appreciate my present whenever they open it. but the best of it all are the gifts i receive because i have the best ROI (read: return of investment) hahaha! i guess it really is like that when you're the youngest in the family. i remember when i was younger, i'm super excited to open the gifts because i knew mine was the most expensive one because i had the cheapest gifts for them. hahaha for this year, i got a red starbucks planner from bro, body shop make-up from sis, guess accessories from mom and a lil something from friends like purse, bag, earrings, bracelets. love it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVMXlNhPMpI/AAAAAAAAADA/yXYfU7-VAsI/s1600-h/pr_lip_gloss_dot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVMXlNhPMpI/AAAAAAAAADA/yXYfU7-VAsI/s320/pr_lip_gloss_dot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283592715887391378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;born lippy strawberry lip balm, the body shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVMXlNltP9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZmhEIzgfczQ/s1600-h/pd_powder_puff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVMXlNltP9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZmhEIzgfczQ/s320/pd_powder_puff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283592715906138066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sparkle and shimmer powder puff, the body shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVMXlHULp2I/AAAAAAAAACw/cI-Owjfo5zE/s1600-h/pd_eye_palette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVMXlHULp2I/AAAAAAAAACw/cI-Owjfo5zE/s320/pd_eye_palette.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283592714222020450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sparkle eye palette, the body shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i got the one on the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVMXkxpL9jI/AAAAAAAAACo/QYwASKfAjzM/s1600-h/image1xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVMXkxpL9jI/AAAAAAAAACo/QYwASKfAjzM/s320/image1xl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283592708404540978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guess charm bracelet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i got one similar to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as our tradition at home, we give candies and cookies to the less fortunate kids who knocks at our door every christmas day. :) i feel like a kid again. don't you love the spirit of christmas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-8811460063301232371?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/8811460063301232371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=8811460063301232371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8811460063301232371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/8811460063301232371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2008/12/gifts.html' title='thanks santa'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVOESppHCLI/AAAAAAAAADg/j34O1haNmoo/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-298086596201876073</id><published>2008-12-24T19:42:00.044+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:04:26.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bistro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metrowalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee bean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greenhills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serendra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pier one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sofreh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe ysabel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boni high street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tabu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hossein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piedra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe breton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maxus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='il ponticello'/><title type='text'>me and the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's the season again of gift-giving, parties, simbang gabi, reunions and balikbayans. my cousin susan came from sydney so it is my job to entertain and accompany her to all the cool hangout place in the metro. this week long fete started on a wednesday night when she came in town.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wednesday. she stayed at greenhills so i told her to meet me at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coffee bean and tea leaf, promenade&lt;/span&gt;. we had our coffee and looong chit chat that took for 6 hrs including our wine drinking at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sofreh&lt;/span&gt;, a cozy persian restaurant we saw at g-strip. since i'm not really a greenhills-savvy kinda gal i called up my friend noel, who lives there and asked for a good place to have wine. he said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chivs&lt;/span&gt; is a cool place but when we went there the place was empty at 6 in the evening, obviously. so we went instead to sofreh. i recommend to have a date there with all the cushions and stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVJyuydtNdI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z-yOxyTFKQo/s1600-h/shisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVJyuydtNdI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z-yOxyTFKQo/s320/shisha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283411461004932562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;we're supposed to smoke shisha at sofreh but the we didn't like the flavors available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;then failed to find one the next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVJE3XIAc8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/HyO1Cd3U4-w/s1600-h/cimg5575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVJE3XIAc8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/HyO1Cd3U4-w/s320/cimg5575.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283361030750106562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sofreh, greenhills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday night. i literally went around. went to taytay, rizal in the afternoon for a client service. after my off from work around 5, i went to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; robinson's galleria&lt;/span&gt; to do some xmas shopping. then went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;metrowalk&lt;/span&gt; with my bestfriend oscar. he had dinner at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bacolod chicken inasa&lt;/span&gt;l while i was waiting for a text from my girlfriends. after an hour, i went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bargo, home depot, ortigas&lt;/span&gt; for our xmas dinner. i got my twilight book from grace! i am curious to read this book because the question in my head right now is that: is this another harry potter cult for kids or is the writing really that good that girls are so awed in reading it? i'll found out and tell my review soon. after our xmas dinner, we went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; then around 12-ish i dropped by my former office at gamboa st., makati to pick up some of my stuff then went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bistro bar, palanca st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, makati&lt;/span&gt; to see my former officemates judd and tina. then went ahead to see my cuz outside &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tabu, salcedo st.&lt;/span&gt; (because they don't know how to go around the streets of makati) to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;il ponticello, valero st.&lt;/span&gt; i didn't enjoy much at that time due to my exhaustion. then off home i went around 4am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday night. picked up cuz from greenhills then we went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bonifacio high street&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serendra&lt;/span&gt;. we were looking for a persian resto for shisha so we entered &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hossein, serendra&lt;/span&gt; but the waiter told us to go to the strip for it. we went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hossein, fort strip&lt;/span&gt; but there were no people! so we ended up with our cosmopolitan at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mint bar&lt;/span&gt;. we checked out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pier one&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piedra &lt;/span&gt;and it was full. all bars were occupied with xmas parties. then we were tired so she slept at our house, in my room. we had a good night sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday. we woke up around 11am. after brunch, we watched the first episode of 'how i met your mother' because i told her she should watch the hilarious show and since we could never understand men, she'll know a little on how they think after watching it. hehe we met up with ate debbie at trinoma for lunch at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cafe breton&lt;/span&gt;. i ordered a caffe mocha, i love mocha flavored coffee. then walked the whole day until our feet tired out. we pigged out at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tokyo tokyo &lt;/span&gt;for dinner. we went home around 9pm and continued to watch how i met until we slept. it was fun. can't wait for season 4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVJE3E9DD5I/AAAAAAAAACA/P-Z1BQbebt0/s1600-h/how_i_met_your_mother_s1_box222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVJE3E9DD5I/AAAAAAAAACA/P-Z1BQbebt0/s320/how_i_met_your_mother_s1_box222.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283361025872301970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i so love himym!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday. tito vic picked her up. i rested thank God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday. she had a qt with her man. and as for me, i went home and slept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuesday night. i was driving at edsa after dropping my mom at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trinoma &lt;/span&gt;which is way up north. i was on my way to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;greenbelt&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxusglobal.com/"&gt;maxus&lt;/a&gt;' xmas party&lt;/span&gt; when she called and insisted that we have to meet. i was reluctant at first but what can i do? she's leaving on thursday. i turned right to greenhills and we had dinner at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafeysabel.com/"&gt;cafe ysabel&lt;/a&gt; at p. guevarra st., san juan&lt;/span&gt;. it's this posh baroque style restaurant near shaw blvd. i had a norweigian salmon steak which is around 488 bucks and it was hell good. from the kitchen of chef gene gonzales. his daughter and one of the owners, giannina, is a friend of my cousin's bf alvin whom i went out on a gimmick with a couple of times. it's another fabulous fine dining date place because of its seclusion in the city. their interior is a fusion of an old spanish home meets the palace of versailles. then around 9pm i left so i can go to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red box.&lt;/span&gt; it was nice to see peeps from my old agency. i really felt their kindness and warmth. i also had goodies and giveaways like the shell ferrari keychains! i heart maxus --- the most creative media agency. i grew up there and literally had my baby milestones in media. (emo! haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVJE28NR4dI/AAAAAAAAAB4/g5IWhvAp9bY/s1600-h/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVJE28NR4dI/AAAAAAAAAB4/g5IWhvAp9bY/s320/front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283361023524463058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafeysabel.com/"&gt;cafe ysabel&lt;/a&gt;, san juan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVJ38OkOXEI/AAAAAAAAACg/X90TC4jnLNo/s1600-h/IMG-1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVJ38OkOXEI/AAAAAAAAACg/X90TC4jnLNo/s320/IMG-1292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283417189444901954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we were at the 25th floor, philamlife tower, paseo de roxas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxusglobal.com/"&gt;MAXUS&lt;/a&gt;, june 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i'm sick from all the week's fete. haha til my next city adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-298086596201876073?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.cafeysabel.com/' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.maxusglobal.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/298086596201876073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=298086596201876073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/298086596201876073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/298086596201876073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-season.html' title='me and the city'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVJyuydtNdI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z-yOxyTFKQo/s72-c/shisha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-9171629861745749539</id><published>2008-12-15T22:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:07:21.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love lockdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanye west'/><title type='text'>do you remember your first?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm not loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;way i wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;what i had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;had to run away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but the vibe is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and that haunted me all the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i clearly do. whether it be my first day in college, in driving, in setting foot to a club, in my first major presentation to a client or whatever.  it was my first day at my new work where there is no formal training and the most important investment i have to lay down is love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i grew up with the brainchild of my father as we are almost of the same age. he would always take me there on weekends and when i was already in college, he required me to have a summer job there. but the stubborn as i was, i opted to seek elsewhere after graduation. realization sinked in. i had no love for it before but now i do. my father was a visionary and his vision was right for me to take over. time can really tell that this is the right time. if only i could see him now. i know he is watching. so help me God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-9171629861745749539?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/9171629861745749539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=9171629861745749539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/9171629861745749539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/9171629861745749539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-remember-your-first.html' title='do you remember your first?'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012567466405192637.post-2837196785914799669</id><published>2008-12-15T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:53:31.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss liberty'/><title type='text'>miss liberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVOdvKdF6yI/AAAAAAAAADo/vKt8bEEGpuw/s1600-h/160px-Truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVOdvKdF6yI/AAAAAAAAADo/vKt8bEEGpuw/s320/160px-Truth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283740221421513506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Truth" (1870) by French painter, Jules Joseph Lefebvre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a new phase in my pseudo-cinemaesque life so i decided to go back to blogging. for this year, i learned some, i lose some, i gained some. all some. i fell and tripped and then got back on my feet. i swam until i can no longer breathe but got through the land but it wasn't paradise alright... it was just an oasis in the sea. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i expected my labor stint to be this long or short. i played the part like an actress in her award winning mise-en-scene. but i guess it is relative in people to always look for something rewarding. nevertheless, i have no regrets for the experiences i've done. i just don't get some works of God. then again, i have no complaints and only good vibes to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on being a woman, i am physically and mentally. emotionally, that i have to check. haha it is true on the saying, "you'll have it when you least expect it." running into someone never in my wildest imagination is an attest to that. i always thought i am that vulnerable that's why i have this strong facade. but i learned the power of control. that everything is under one's control. liberating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcome to this chapter of mine entitled "miss liberty."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012567466405192637-2837196785914799669?l=queenliberty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/2837196785914799669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6012567466405192637&amp;postID=2837196785914799669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2837196785914799669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012567466405192637/posts/default/2837196785914799669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenliberty.blogspot.com/2008/12/miss-liberty.html' title='miss liberty'/><author><name>j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18337279931830314095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SnWm-exUpsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/83WPaM7euAU/S220/labanda6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTltC9rWPMY/SVOdvKdF6yI/AAAAAAAAADo/vKt8bEEGpuw/s72-c/160px-Truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
