<?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-7391516</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:11:25.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the blog episode 1</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-4069714918085728623</id><published>2008-08-11T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:31:11.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the good and the bad</title><content type='html'>finally after long weeks of waiting.. a sign showed up.. i received the email i was waiting for that felt like ive been waiting for years.. it isnt something to brag about since it isnt a job offer yet but it somehow gave the spark of hope inside me some sort of fireworks display deep inside. hehe. im just too excited. its just an interview. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;thank you ms alyssa roudebush for starting beijing olympics in my heart.. hehe:) i just wish whatever happens tomorrow will really really light up the olympic torch..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the other side of happiness..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;shiela, my bestfriend in college, had just had the worst thing that could ever happen to her.. she lost her dad..:( the dad whom she idolized for everything and even the people who had worked under him.. whom she adores for all the goodness he had showered her and her siblings.. the dad whom who has been there despite everything she has done.. the dad who accepted her wholeheartedly.. clearly without reservation.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;he died of a heart complication last 08/08/08.. for months he has been in and out of the hospital due to complications in the lungs.. he was a chain smoker.. his lungs probably has been through every possible complication.. it had water, air and cancer.. and finally emphysema.. but this did not stop him from fighting and so did shiela.. but as what most people would say, God has a different plan.. He took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Romeo Cruz&lt;/span&gt; not of the lung complication but with a heart attack to which he kept fighting.. He was revived three times, highly unusual.. but when his daughters finally decided to let him go.. he gave a thumbs up and smiled while saying "im tired".. and then he was gone..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tatay, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;our prayers are with you. we are certainly sure that you are at peace beside the Father.Your 65 years legacy here on earth will never be forgotten. Your goodness will carry on to your family's heritage.. to your future grandchildren and their children and their children's children.. Thank you for making the world a better place.. and thank you for giving us shiela..:)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-4069714918085728623?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4069714918085728623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=4069714918085728623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/4069714918085728623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/4069714918085728623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-and-bad.html' title='the good and the bad'/><author><name>waiZeL kApo0ch^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13304916822985305004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-113568191009931646</id><published>2005-12-27T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T03:11:50.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=22097"&gt;&lt;span size = "+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which famous movie kiss are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz5/22097/res1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size = "+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixteen Candles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are the Sixteen Candles kiss!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-113568191009931646?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113568191009931646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=113568191009931646' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/113568191009931646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz3/13545/res1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size = "+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gisele Bundchen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are nice, trendy, and love to have fun!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-113568158385894184?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113568158385894184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=113568158385894184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/113568158385894184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/113568158385894184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2005/12/angel-has-fallen.html' title='the angel has fallen...'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-113568038611683755</id><published>2005-12-27T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T02:46:26.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>come here hunny..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=17543"&gt;&lt;span size = "+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of drunk are you?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size = "+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relaxed Drunk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a lot of friends at partys. You just like to hang out and have a good time. You are also the one to help out when someone gets a little to drunk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-113568038611683755?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113568038611683755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=113568038611683755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/113568038611683755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/113568038611683755'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span size = "+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tequila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you hang out with to many mexicans, cut it down a bit chill with your own kind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-113567982223689621?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113567982223689621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=113567982223689621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/113567982223689621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/113567982223689621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2005/12/gimme-shot-will-ya.html' title='gimme a shot will ya?!'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-113567723589249969</id><published>2005-12-27T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:53:55.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KisS...YoUr...NuMbeR...OnE...TrEaT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=6770"&gt;&lt;span size = "+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What type of kisser are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/6770/res1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size = "+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romantic kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This kind of kisser will be a good husband or wife.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-113567723589249969?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113567723589249969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=113567723589249969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=8445"&gt;&lt;span size = "+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of eyes do you have? (with pictures)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/8445/res2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size = "+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have eden eyes.  Eden is the color of water.  Your eyes symbolize your great flexibility. You are a creative person.  You can think of many good ways to get your point across to people as you have very good communication abilities.  When someone feels down or is hurt, you have the remarkable ability to help them and heal them.  If you have too little going on in your life, you may be withdrawn and depressed, timid, manipulative, unreliable, stubborn, or suspicious. Some words to describe you:  peaceful, sincere, affectionate, tranquil, intuitive, trustworthy, pure, loyal, healing, and stable.   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-113567668577080163?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113567668577080163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=113567668577080163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/113567668577080163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/113567668577080163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2005/12/behind-these-eden-eyes.html' title='behind these eden eyes'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-113030343568034261</id><published>2005-10-25T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:11:18.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*kiss*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #fea7b6" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Purity Score: 83% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffced6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/kiss4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've hardly ever been kissed&lt;br /&gt;But the kisses you've given are very missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Kissing&lt;/a&gt; Purity Test&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/7391516-113030343568034261?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113030343568034261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=113030343568034261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/113030343568034261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/113030343568034261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2005/10/kiss.html' title='*kiss*'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-111864353629060148</id><published>2005-06-12T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:18:56.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my stars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="500" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" colspan="4" height="25" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|constellation" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_queen/blog/gURL_blog_logo.gif" border="0" alt="gURL.com" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,672438,00.html?par=gu|blog|constellation" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Constellation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|constellation" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;gURL.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_672768-4,00.html?par=gu|blog|constellation" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_constellation/blog/cygnus.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cygnus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does commitment come naturally to you? Are you willing to put yourself in difficult situations for friends? Are you known for your perseverance? Cygnus, the swan, may be your celestial alter ego.   &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_672768-4,00.html?par=gu|blog|constellation" target="_blank"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,672438,00.html?par=gu|blog|constellation" target="_blank"&gt;What constellation are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" colspan="4" height="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-111864353629060148?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-111660650152203578</id><published>2005-05-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:28:23.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*giggles* ;p</title><content type='html'>ok, like this week had been a breeze for me since jonna n i have been transfered to the butcher department(which i totally love despite the raw smell of meat).. hehe..now i can see less effin' a$s#0l3s and see more of my newest *ahem* hunny..hehehe...monday, from the beginning til the end i was SOOOOOOO kilig because i got to work with him and he offerd us sausages for breakfast which i politely and nicely declined (i lied to him and to chef peter pan, i told them that i ate @ home n i was still full but my last meal was actually last night @ freals) and then, he was beside me and told me that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"cguro nag-d-diet kayo noh?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;heehee:) and then just before going home he gave us sandwiches...i was soooooo kilig i think i was blushing all the time! as days passed we got to know more about each other. we joked around, laughed about chef pablo's antics and he asked us if we're tanggeras. i said yeah, and he was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"naku, dapat pla minsan mag-inuman tayo eh...kailan ba send-off nyo?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;waaahhhhh!!!! i really wish it could happen!!! waaaaahhhh!!!! and then friday came and dante treated us @ chili's in greenbelt1 and before going there, i was able to show him what i wore...heehee;p *blush* he invited us to join him @ dinner and we were sitting in one table!!! aaahhhhhh!!!! shet!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(take note, katabi ko pa talaga sha!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;when he was finished with his dinner he walked with us to the lower parking lot becuz he needed to make "batak"... so..fast forward to chili's...yeah..he was there...wearing black polo, jeans, and the uh, white clogs...gwapo pa din...hmm...hehe...oh basta, i'll get to the point, before going home, i kissed him sa cheek!!! wahhhhh!!!! ;p fun week....kilig....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-111660650152203578?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-111617048273501808</id><published>2005-05-15T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T08:25:38.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sons and daughters of the beach</title><content type='html'>ahh..whatalife...wish we could go on like this forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Aezel/My%20Documents/Aezel/piaosika/Bora2005/bora2005-00.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 355px;" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Aezel/My%20Documents/Aezel/piaosika/Bora2005/bora2005-14.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Aezel/My%20Documents/Aezel/piaosika/Bora2005/bora2005-03.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-111488069937728242</id><published>2005-04-30T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T08:13:31.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my very trumoiled life...</title><content type='html'>my last post was all about being hurt and feeling all the pain from someone that i really care about (up until now)...hmm..the past couple of months wasn't a breeze for me since i (and i suppose, all my friends who had their 1st practicum) had spent one whole term feeling tired, and exhausted (but happy if not for their cunningly and wittingly commedies thanks for that..) that there came times wherein i don't want to continue on with my so-called "life". i feel that i don't give much effort to please everybody and there never was a time wherein i did not feel so inferior around other people. i feel very small at all times..i dunno y, but sumhow i manage to mask my face and show the people that i am fine and i am happy with myself..hay..i just want a new life...sumtimes i wish  i am in another place (even another time) where no one knows me. a place wherein i can find solace..a place that can be my sanctuary..&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hah, san kaya yon noh?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and now im having my effin' practicum @ holiday inn.. one thing i can say about the ppol there... lots of assholes n bitches...hmp.. i just hope that i can finish my practicum there...i can't take it anymore...god, why should these people live? why do they have to be a bullshit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to other people? is it because they feel superior about themselves and they feel and think that they can get anything they want? well f**k them..i just wanna finish my effin' practicum, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;now na..as in now na!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-111488069937728242?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/111488069937728242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=111488069937728242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/111488069937728242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/111488069937728242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-very-trumoiled-life_30.html' title='my very trumoiled life...'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-110734780622458788</id><published>2005-02-02T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T04:36:46.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why should i feel this way?</title><content type='html'>sh*t...m feeling so down.. i really need someone to talk to...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i feel that the world has betrayed me&lt;/span&gt;.. i feel so alone..i didn't even realized that tears are flowing down my cheeks while im writing this.. oh my god, what the heck am i going to do..im so depressed..sometimes i wish i just don't exist, to ease the pain that im feeling right now..i think my heart will explode with all the emotions inside..putcha, why do i have to feel? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;can't i just be numb for the rest of my life?&lt;/span&gt; God, please help me..i don't know who else to turn to..sobrang bigat ng pakiramdam ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-110734780622458788?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/110734780622458788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>anyone got v's?!</title><content type='html'>putcha ang sakit....sobra....tanga ka tlga aezel...ano ba nangyayari sayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-110717453560629217?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/110717453560629217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=110717453560629217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110717453560629217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110717453560629217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2005/01/anyone-got-vs.html' title='anyone got v&apos;s?!'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-110450696914328043</id><published>2004-12-31T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T04:35:37.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking forward for this scene in my life...:)</title><content type='html'> ain't this the sweetest thang?! ;)&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AEZELA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-110450696914328043?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-110425439948288309</id><published>2004-12-28T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T09:20:15.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight, ill b yah naughty guurrll...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naughty Girl by Beyonce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/naughty-girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Tonight I'll be your naughty girlI'm callin all my girlsWe're gonna turn this party outI know you want my body"&lt;br /&gt;2004 was your year! You felt sexy as hell - and it showed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; 2004 Hit Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-110425439948288309?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/110425439948288309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=110425439948288309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110425439948288309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110425439948288309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/12/tonight-ill-b-yah-naughty-guurrll.html' title='tonight, ill b yah naughty guurrll...'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-110425405554259617</id><published>2004-12-28T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T09:15:12.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wer's mah gift?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Nice This Year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/nice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're an uber-perfect person who is on the top of Santa's list.You probably didn't even *think* any naughty thoughts this year.Unless you're a Mormon, you've probably been a little too good.Is that extra candy cane worth being a sweetheart for 365 days straight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Were&lt;/a&gt; You Naughty or Nice This Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-110425405554259617?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/110425405554259617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=110425405554259617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110425405554259617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110425405554259617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/12/wers-mah-gift.html' title='wer&apos;s mah gift?!'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-110226536736042918</id><published>2004-12-05T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T08:49:27.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Closing Cycles"</title><content type='html'>this was emailed to me by chingkit..ha, so true..can relate..tsk,tsk..to all the women (martyrs)out there... u better read this...worthy of your time...here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;strong&gt;  "Closing Cycles" &lt;/strong&gt;by Paolo Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;leave in the past the moments of life that have finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What has passed will not return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts--and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that is only poisoning you, nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person--nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Closing cycles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that no longer fits your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop being who you were, and change into who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-110226536736042918?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/110226536736042918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=110226536736042918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110226536736042918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110226536736042918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/12/closing-cycles.html' title='&quot;Closing Cycles&quot;'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-110087810802330328</id><published>2004-11-19T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T08:41:31.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ecclectic groupies...;p</title><content type='html'>oh my freakin gosh, we placed third for christmas culinary catering challenge at the recently concluded 11th yhe and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;damn we were good, heck no, we were great!!!&lt;/span&gt; all of my teamates including me, of course, worked so hard to produce a competitive set-up, cooking and service. for the past few weeks we have had sleepless and stressful nights just to come up with something good for the ccc and i say, it was so worth it!! my divisoria and sm trips with aza and jonna will be a memorable one, (aza, jonna..guysz, alam nyo na yon..;p) and one moer thing, our other friends (tine's group) got the second place so all of us are so happy na we got in and won in this competition.. i dunno..wat can we say..its in the genes pare..hehe..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;isa lang masasabi ko..."in the end, its all worth it! mabuhay ang mga ecclisiasticos!!yahoo!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-110087810802330328?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/110087810802330328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=110087810802330328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110087810802330328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110087810802330328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/11/ecclectic-groupiesp.html' title='the ecclectic groupies...;p'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-110078300221058215</id><published>2004-11-18T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T05:03:22.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>theme song namen ni God...:)</title><content type='html'>theme song namen ni GOd..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Long As It Matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I find something&lt;br /&gt;That two can take&lt;br /&gt;Without stumbling as we&lt;br /&gt;Walk into our future's wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm like a broken record &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That you can play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Repeating as if it matters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything I want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all right&lt;br /&gt;As long as it matters&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're here with me now&lt;br /&gt;Forget that time&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing we touch and see&lt;br /&gt;All this is fine&lt;br /&gt;Even as it crashes down on me&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking around&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that I could want&lt;br /&gt;More than to tell you&lt;br /&gt;There's no more than we've already got&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all right&lt;br /&gt;As long as it matters&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're here with me now...&lt;br /&gt;Forget that our time is almost up I'll be all right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-110078300221058215?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/110078300221058215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=110078300221058215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110078300221058215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/110078300221058215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/11/theme-song-namen-ni-god.html' title='theme song namen ni God...:)'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109958794801245103</id><published>2004-11-04T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T09:05:48.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay nako...*sigh*</title><content type='html'>thank God the day is so over!!! I was the executive chef for seacoo2 and after almost seven hours of two excruciating labs, standing all the time, i was a total mess!!from hair to face to chef's attire...hay nako...u can't even imagine what palnet i came from..hehe...thanks to my trusty and loyal and loving friends i was able to go through it without being a total wreck..yeah, i admit that i was a total mess and that i was not that organized especially with big stuff like these but hey..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;what are friends for&lt;/span&gt;...:)  in the end, (i think) everybody, even chef nick approved of my recipes... but there's thid one really, really, really mean girl who's been yacking shit, complaining stuff, "how do you do this" (take note: in a very irritiating way),  "can you get me this and that", we don't have sponge can you get one at the 6th floor." WTF! i just came down and you want me to go down again and get yer sponge?! grr!!! i hate chicories...pain in the neck...hmpf!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at around 1:30 pm- all of us were at the 6th floor at our lockers changing, when all of a sudden, prince charming came, holding a slice of chocolate cake that he baked..everyone was so eager to taste it but me..(hay nako...kunyari ayaw..hehe) i just continued changing..and then, china, who was holding the cake told me, in a very loud and clear voice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"aezy!!! tikman mo ung cake ni *toot*!!"&lt;/span&gt; i told her &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"o sige, nga!!"&lt;/span&gt;. i was about to get a pinch when suddenly tboy the man, went to china grabbing the container of the cake and tasted it..i told to myself.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;."ok lang, pag may natira, eh di lucky.."&lt;/span&gt; so there i was, in front of my locker still changing when all of a sudden, shiela, smiling, came next to me whispering something. i didn't understood what she said so she pulled me away from the crowd and the told me, in a clear soft voice,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;uy, c *toot* pinatitira ung last piece for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; shhhiiitttttt!!!!!!!!!!:) my heart was rushing and total bliss came over me..hay...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sarap talaga ng chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt;...;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109958794801245103?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109958794801245103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109958794801245103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109958794801245103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109958794801245103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/11/hay-nakosigh.html' title='hay nako...*sigh*'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109892762473935826</id><published>2004-10-27T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:40:24.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>level 5...hella bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Fifth Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's" Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109892762473935826?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109892762473935826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109892762473935826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892762473935826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892762473935826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/level-5hella-bad.html' title='level 5...hella bad...'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109892703518826434</id><published>2004-10-27T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:30:35.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F it I don't Want U Back</title><content type='html'>F it I Don't Want You Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh oh Ooh hooh&lt;br /&gt;No No No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I dont, know why,&lt;br /&gt;I liked you so much&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all, of my trust&lt;br /&gt;I told you, I loved you,&lt;br /&gt; now thats all down the drain&lt;br /&gt;Ya put me through pain,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let u know that I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what I said&lt;br /&gt;it dont mean shit now&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those kisses, it didnt mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you ho, I dont want you back&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you ho, I dont want you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought, you could&lt;br /&gt;Keep this shit from me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ya burnt bitch, I heard the story&lt;br /&gt;Ya played me, ya even gave him head&lt;br /&gt;Now ya askin for me back&lt;br /&gt;Ya just another hag, look elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;Cuz ya done with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you ho, I dont want you back&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you ho, I dont want you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh ohUh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh ohUh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh ohUh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh ohUh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya questioned, did I care&lt;br /&gt;You could ask anyone,&lt;br /&gt;I even said Ya were my great one&lt;br /&gt;Now its, over, but I do admit im sad&lt;br /&gt;It hurt real bad, I cant sweat that, cuz I loved a ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you ho, I dont want you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh ohUh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh ohUh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh ohUh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh ohUh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109892703518826434?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109892703518826434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109892703518826434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892703518826434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892703518826434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/f-it-i-dont-want-u-back.html' title='F it I don&apos;t Want U Back'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109892539261505577</id><published>2004-10-27T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:03:24.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha! im ravennn!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Raven" src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Riptide/1068089465_SeanRaven2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most like Raven. Quiet and usually soft&lt;br /&gt;spoken, you don't like crowds and can be&lt;br /&gt;slightly gothic. You try to repress your&lt;br /&gt;emotions for one reason or another but one of&lt;br /&gt;your most powerful emotions is your anger. Your&lt;br /&gt;temper sometimes gets the best of you and when&lt;br /&gt;that happens those in your way would wish they&lt;br /&gt;weren't. You seem somewhat creepy to others and&lt;br /&gt;you earn a few odd stares but who cares? You&lt;br /&gt;aren't an outdoors person and avoid venturing&lt;br /&gt;outside when you can. You are generally the&lt;br /&gt;smart one and maybe not by trying to, the most&lt;br /&gt;cynical and sarcastic of the bunch which can be&lt;br /&gt;good or bad. You don't like anyone invading&lt;br /&gt;your privacy and you don't seem to be all that&lt;br /&gt;social. But for what it's worth you can be&lt;br /&gt;quite handy in a tough situation. You are drawn&lt;br /&gt;to the darkness or night most of the time. You&lt;br /&gt;appear mysterious and/or potentially dangerous&lt;br /&gt;at times and not everyone trusts you right&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Riptide/quizzes/Which%20Teen%20Titans%20Character%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Which Teen Titans Character Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109892539261505577?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109892539261505577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109892539261505577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892539261505577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892539261505577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/ha-im-ravennn.html' title='ha! im ravennn!!!!!'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109892497542632233</id><published>2004-10-27T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T17:56:25.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pirates!!! yeba!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="potc" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/m.a.d./1071430996_en10106390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pirates of the caribbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/m.a.d./quizzes/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20!!**_WHAT_MOVIE_R_U_FROM_**!!with%20Pics/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;!!**_WHAT_MOVIE_R_U_FROM_**!!with Pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109892497542632233?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109892497542632233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109892497542632233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892497542632233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892497542632233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/pirates-yeba.html' title='pirates!!! yeba!!'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109892465959467566</id><published>2004-10-27T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T17:51:20.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dark magic..friggin kewl..;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="DarkMagic" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nyrata/1073912122_neressquiz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark magician. You love the dark because of it's&lt;br /&gt;beauty and just the life that no-one else sees.&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious, calm, quiet... But that doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean you're not friendly! &lt;p&gt;Please rate ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nyrata/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20dark%20person%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What kind of dark person are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109892465959467566?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109892465959467566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109892465959467566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892465959467566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892465959467566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/dark-magicfriggin-kewl.html' title='dark magic..friggin kewl..;)'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109892454561181382</id><published>2004-10-27T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T17:49:31.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="xcn" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1093305047_eenkawaii2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a Spring. You usually are very close-knit&lt;br /&gt;with your friends and value everyone freidnship&lt;br /&gt;you have. You're a real people person and&lt;br /&gt;everyone loves how friendly you are. You're&lt;br /&gt;good with encouraging people but usually don't&lt;br /&gt;like to be the center of attention. You are a&lt;br /&gt;social butterfly and probably are in several&lt;br /&gt;circles of friends but it's just because you're&lt;br /&gt;well liked and you make people comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;You're both fun and wise but you are very&lt;br /&gt;realistic about life.(If you can't see tje&lt;br /&gt;pics, go to my homepage and look near the&lt;br /&gt;bottom and find your result)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/carmabell/quizzes/What%20season%20are%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What season are you? (pics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109892454561181382?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109892454561181382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109892454561181382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892454561181382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892454561181382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/spring.html' title='spring'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109892374021589356</id><published>2004-10-27T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T17:36:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choc'lit!!! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="cho" src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jonester/1070930029_schocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're chocolate. You're the old soul type, people&lt;br /&gt;feel that they have known you their entire&lt;br /&gt;life. Many often open up to you for they view&lt;br /&gt;you as thoughtful and trustworthy. Although&lt;br /&gt;people trust you, you have a hard time trusting&lt;br /&gt;them. You prefer to keep your feelings bottled&lt;br /&gt;up inside, or display them very quietly. It is&lt;br /&gt;alright to open up every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jonester/quizzes/Which%20kind%20of%20candy%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Which kind of candy are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109892374021589356?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109892374021589356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109892374021589356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892374021589356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109892374021589356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/choclit.html' title='choc&apos;lit!!! ;)'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109777046022119474</id><published>2004-10-14T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T00:23:06.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>traces...</title><content type='html'>10-14-04...i can't think straight...my mind goes with the wind, my body feels weak but my heart beats strong. so strong and yet so fragile at the same time..the sight of you makes me whole and crushed at the same moment. i don't know what you've done to me but i feel like we're a thousand years apart. *shit* do you know that i hat you? i hate you so much becauase of all the things you do..i hate you because youre so kind..i hate you bcos youre such a gentleman..i hate you bcos your hair is the one thing i so wanted to touch..i hate you bcos i see a lot of your potential when it comes to handling relationships..i hate you because you are perfect..and most of all, I HATE YOU BECAUSE I CAN"T HATE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;The silence of a falling star&lt;br /&gt;Lights up a purple haze&lt;br /&gt;and as I wonder where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109777046022119474?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109777046022119474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109777046022119474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109777046022119474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109777046022119474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/traces.html' title='traces...'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109748360396604089</id><published>2004-10-11T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T01:33:32.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEN!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="fgjdfj" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1091455046_reenangel3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a "Green Angel". You're one personwho is extremely protective of people aroundyou (especially your friends) and you'd end upas a gaudian angel. You're stronger than mostand aren't ashamed to show it. People know howtough you are and don't dare to mess with youwhen you get mad. You're real close with yourfriends and couldn't live wihout them so evenin heaven, you want to help them. You knowthey'd want you as a gaudian angel and you'dlove to be able to ensure safety of yourfriends for yourself because you're on of those"If you want something done right, do ityourself" kind of person. (If you can't see&lt;br /&gt;tje pics, go to my homepage and look near the&lt;br /&gt;bottom and find your result)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/carmabell/quizzes/What%20Color%20Angel%20are%20You?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Color Angel are You? (PICTURES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109748360396604089?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109748360396604089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109748360396604089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109748360396604089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109748360396604089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/green.html' title='GREEN!!!!!'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109748332804899288</id><published>2004-10-11T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T01:29:02.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="sdhg" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1096574153_allyourown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is all your own! You don't like to be&lt;br /&gt;the same as everyone else and find that being&lt;br /&gt;unique makes you more attractive. The normal&lt;br /&gt;trends just don't fit you and things are just&lt;br /&gt;more fun when they're upside down. You love to&lt;br /&gt;be the one that turns heads with individuality&lt;br /&gt;and spunkiness. You're kind of beauty, I would&lt;br /&gt;say, could be characterized by your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not a physical trait, it&lt;br /&gt;deffinately shows on you. Rock on!(If you can't&lt;br /&gt;see tje pics, go to my homepage and look near&lt;br /&gt;the bottom and find your result)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/carmabell/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Beauty%20should%20you%20have?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What kind of Beauty should you have? (girl) (PICS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109748332804899288?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109748332804899288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109748332804899288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109748332804899288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109748332804899288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-of-me.html' title='all of me'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109711779128830278</id><published>2004-10-06T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T19:56:31.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twins forever...:)</title><content type='html'>The social butterfly of the Zodiac has lots of friends. In fact, the Twins should have twice as many as any other Sign. One side of a Gemini will want to go hang-gliding and run around outside, while the other is keen on sitting cozily at home and playing a board game. Their friends need to be as diverse as they are in order to keep up, or they just need to know when to let Gemini go free. The Twins can bond well with lots of different kinds of groups. If they get bored with one set of people, they always have a few more groups that will be more interesting -- for awhile. Gemini is a sociable creature who enjoys having friends. If you can match their pace and mercurial temperament, you and your friend will have a blast. The best way to develop a bond with a Gemini is to make an intellectual connection. Interested in exploring anything at all? Take along your Gemini pal and enjoy the new perspective they give to even the most ordinary situations. If you can match wits with this one, they'll respect your intellect and work to develop this worthwhile friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend Bets: Aries, Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o-ha!! san pa u?!;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109711779128830278?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109711779128830278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109711779128830278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109711779128830278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109711779128830278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/twins-forever.html' title='twins forever...:)'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109540911541719749</id><published>2004-09-17T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T01:18:35.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im carrie:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/sex.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shes-crafty.net/images/carrie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/sex.html"&gt;Which Sex and the City Player Are You?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109540911541719749?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109540911541719749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109540911541719749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109540911541719749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109540911541719749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-carrie.html' title='im carrie:)'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109263261919042928</id><published>2004-08-15T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T03:29:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Carmel guy</title><content type='html'>august 06, 2004 - rainy friday morning, i have a 6pm class for that day but i was up early because i have to go to razel's house to help her with YHE. it's 7:oo in the morning and i was riding in the car with my mom and we just dropped my sister to school. its the first friday of the month and my mom usually attends the morning mass. we were supposed to hear mass in Sacred Heart but we passed by Mount Carmel church so my mom suggested we go there instead. upon enterning, my mom told me to go ahead and choose a bench at the center near the front so we can get a good view of the altar. i walked slowly looking for a nice bench and i found 1 right at the center. while my mom went back to the car to check my brother, i sat down and prayed while the mass hasn't started yet...a few minutes...then all of a sudden, this really cute guy sat at the far left of the bench where i was sitting and knelt down and started praying... i told myself "shit... and gwapo.." and then my mom came.. so the mass started na but i kept thinking about that guy sitting at the far left..  i thought to myself, "grabe, i wish i was sitting closer to this guy para when the time comes for Our Father we can hold hands..hehe" pero there's something really different with this guy that caught my attention.. he was really praying and so serious that my heart melted kasi not all guys are like him so i was so impressed with him. with his nice looks and good soul, he'll be a pretty good catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guess what... i saw him again praying at the same bench where my mom and i sat before. SAME TIME, SAME PLACE... not only that, i've been to Mt. carmel a couple of times after that and everytime i visit, i always see him down to his knees talking to God... wala lang.. i just wish a loy of guys will have time for their spiritual activites..hehe..yan, tapos na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109263261919042928?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109263261919042928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109263261919042928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109263261919042928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109263261919042928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/08/mt-carmel-guy.html' title='Mt. Carmel guy'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109166274544738960</id><published>2004-08-04T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T21:43:22.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Soon Is Now</title><content type='html'>How Soon Is Now&lt;br /&gt;Love Spit Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the son&lt;br /&gt;and the heir&lt;br /&gt;of a shynessthat is criminally vulgar&lt;br /&gt;I am the son and heir&lt;br /&gt;of nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;how can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the sonand the heir&lt;br /&gt;of a shyness&lt;br /&gt;that is criminally vulgar&lt;br /&gt;I am the son and heir&lt;br /&gt;of nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;how can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a club if you'd like to go&lt;br /&gt;you could meet someone who really loves you&lt;br /&gt;so you go and you stand on your own&lt;br /&gt;and you leave on your own&lt;br /&gt;and you go home and you cry and you want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you say it's gonna happen now&lt;br /&gt;when exactly do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;see i've already waited too long&lt;br /&gt;and all my hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109045496684430562</id><published>2004-07-21T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T17:15:57.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too lost in you</title><content type='html'>"Too Lost In You" &lt;br /&gt;SUGABABES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look into my eyes &lt;br /&gt;I go out of my mind &lt;br /&gt;I can't see anything &lt;br /&gt;Cos this love's got me blind &lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself &lt;br /&gt;I can't break the spell &lt;br /&gt;I can't even try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over my head &lt;br /&gt;You got under my skin &lt;br /&gt;I got no strength at all &lt;br /&gt;In the state that I'm in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my knees are weak &lt;br /&gt;And my mouth can't speak &lt;br /&gt;Fell too far this time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]Baby, I'm too lost in you &lt;br /&gt;Caught in you &lt;br /&gt;Lost in everything about you &lt;br /&gt;So deep, I can't sleepI can't think &lt;br /&gt;I just think about the things that you do (you do) &lt;br /&gt;I'm too lost in you(Too lost in you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;Well you whispered to me &lt;br /&gt;And I shiver inside &lt;br /&gt;You undo me and move me &lt;br /&gt;In ways undefined &lt;br /&gt;And you're all I see &lt;br /&gt;And you're all I need &lt;br /&gt;Help me baby (help me baby) &lt;br /&gt;Help me baby (help me now) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm slipping away &lt;br /&gt;Like the sand to the tide &lt;br /&gt;Flawing into your arms &lt;br /&gt;Falling into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;If you get too near &lt;br /&gt;I might disappear &lt;br /&gt;I might lose my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm too lost in you &lt;br /&gt;Caught in you &lt;br /&gt;Lost in everything about you &lt;br /&gt;So deep, I can't sleepI can't think &lt;br /&gt;I just think about the things that you do (you do) &lt;br /&gt;I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;(Too lost in you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy in love for you baby &lt;br /&gt;(I can't eat and I can't sleep) &lt;br /&gt;I'm going down like a stone in the sea &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, no one can rescue me&lt;br /&gt;(No one can rescue me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, my baby&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;Caught in you&lt;br /&gt;Lost in everything about you&lt;br /&gt;So deep, I can't sleepI can't think&lt;br /&gt;I just think about the things that you do (you do)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in you&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in you&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in everything about you&lt;br /&gt;So deep (so deep), &lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't think&lt;br /&gt;I just think about the things that you do (you do)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lost in you&lt;br /&gt;(Too lost in you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109045496684430562?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109045496684430562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109045496684430562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109045496684430562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109045496684430562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/07/too-lost-in-you.html' title='too lost in you'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-109029725370848895</id><published>2004-07-19T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T02:31:42.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from 13th_sun's live journal to z' blogger</title><content type='html'>yah, i took the test too....=) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My inner child is ten years old! &lt;br /&gt;The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost in a good book, or giggling with my best friend, I live in a world apart, one full of adventure and wonder and other stuff adults don't understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-109029725370848895?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109029725370848895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=109029725370848895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109029725370848895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/109029725370848895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/07/from-13thsuns-live-journal-to-z.html' title='from 13th_sun&apos;s live journal to z&apos; blogger'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-108996468377950901</id><published>2004-07-16T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T00:58:03.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with so much regret...and love</title><content type='html'>dear someone,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;hi..its been a while since i last saw you. in fact, i miss you so much and i can't think of anything but you. i don't know what happened but i feel that you're so far away from me.. i always have this regret of not being able to tell you things..things that you should have known when (i think) you still felt something for me..god, i really hate myself for not being able to tell it to you.&amp;nbsp; every damn night i think of you wishing that things were clear between us..you know..before you went away..before you moved out..i hated you for not telling me that you were moving out. i was really hurt with what you did. i know i don't have the power or the right to be mad at you but you are the only person who made me feel special. you made me feel different. you showed care for me and i liked that. i use to remember those late-night talks we used to have during vacation and how you get scared of the "kulog" and me finding it very cute kasi ang tanda mo na and still you get scared of kulog.*smiles*. and i remember this one time when we were sitting under the famous&amp;nbsp;post along a street when all of a sudden you held my hand so tight, but not the painful tight, the kind of i-don't-want-to-let-go-of-you-type and you whispered to yourself "minsan minahal kita" *sigh*..then there's this one time when you called me up and you asked me to come out of my house and meet you at the park cos no one would want to come out and i am the only one you know who won't give you a no, so, when we sat across each other at the benches you told me special things like "when i graduate, i want a good job and i want a family with 3,4,5 kids.." and i smile at you knowing how you want your future to be good so your dreams will come true. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;hay..if i continue writing all the things that we shared..all the times that we had together.. it will crush my heart cos i kills me everytime i remember. every single moment we have together.. i kills me..slowly..if you can only read this..you know who you are..and i will wait..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;before i end this, i want to quote something i found from his profile..this just made me cry..and smile at the same time: "i live in the world of reality but i dream of a world of pure fantasy...i see things in a manner i want to see them though in reality things doesnt want me to see it as it is...i love to eat...smiling is my favorite muscle exercise...it gives the feeling of relaxation...i'm a person who see things more in a conventional way...i'm a person who loves my family than anything in the world..."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;with so much regret..and love,&lt;br /&gt;z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-108996468377950901?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/108996468377950901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=108996468377950901' title='1 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/&gt;by: razel&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;hey hello!&lt;br /&gt;u said it without hesitation..&lt;br /&gt;oh hi!i said which much pretention..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;nice to see you!&lt;br /&gt;with a sparkle in your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;and you too!&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to go now..&lt;br /&gt;that's all u have left &lt;br /&gt;well then ciao!..&lt;br /&gt;saying it with much regret&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;a last chance..&lt;br /&gt;before going astray..&lt;br /&gt;a last glance..&lt;br /&gt;when you finally walked away..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;were you created to torment me?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'd never figure it out.. &lt;br /&gt;i know it can never be..&lt;br /&gt;but i know someday i'll be able to speak out..&lt;br /&gt;that you were once there..when i was asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-108967656878164673</id><published>2004-07-12T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T00:02:34.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the havana syndrome</title><content type='html'>Havana - capital and largest city of Cuba; located in western Cuba; one of the oldest cities in the Americas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay.. i am so happy cos last sunday i was able to see again, for the second time, my favorite movie for the moment,which i've been raving about for the last few months, dirty dancing 2 havana nights.=) grabe, it was so beautiful, the setting was great, the characters played their roles very well and the movie, i have to say, have got the best sexy-sensual-stimulating dance moves and music with the perfect time and place cos it took place during the late 1950's in havana,cuba and i must say that it is one of the best sexy-sensual (call it whatever u want) movies and the best part is, its not "bastos". yes, the dancing and the music shows the viewers a somewhat "hot" and "stimulating" feeling but for me, it is the most beautiful way of showing love,passion,sexiness and all. sana, to all those who read my blog, (especially to razel, who's the only person reading my blogs) try watching it, alone, para mas ma-feel mo yung movie para you guys can experience what i experienced wen i saw the movie. basta this movie can really turn me on as in not the bastos type "on" but the (again, for the nth time) sexy-sensual-sophisticated-hot-i-also-want-to-dance-and-feel-like-that-turn-on.. yun lang!!=) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-108967656878164673?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-108961259935850330</id><published>2004-07-11T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:09:59.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Two-Sided Poem</title><content type='html'>I saw her today.&lt;br /&gt;I saw him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked okay.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while.&lt;br /&gt;He looked so fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept looking at me and I wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't look at me in the eye and I wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me how I was and i told her about my new girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if I had a boyfriend, and I told him I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretended like I cared.&lt;br /&gt;I pretended like I didn't cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked different than she used to.&lt;br /&gt;He looked better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a friendly hug good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;We held each other one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went surfing.&lt;br /&gt;And then I went home and cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-108961259935850330?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/108961259935850330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=108961259935850330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/108961259935850330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/108961259935850330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/07/two-sided-poem.html' title='A Two-Sided Poem'/><author><name>z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750582543196942327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-108917865529067581</id><published>2004-07-06T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T22:37:35.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zero-seven-zero-seven-zero-four</title><content type='html'>it has been a year since my friend and i were sent to the discipline office for unruly behaviour. well...its kind of my fault actually cos i told my friend that my crush and i held hands for a couple of seconds and both of us went kilig so not trying to make attention, the officer caught us and got our ids..hehe..07-07..the day i always wait for..this morning when i went outside my house i saw one of the most beautiful cloud formation with the happiest looking colors in it.=) i dunno why but i just like the number seven so i kinda associated it with luck and happiness..today, o7-07-04, a lot of good thigns happened not just to me but to other people as well. let me enumerate them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       - i woke up on the right side of the bed eventhough i slept so late and woke up so early (i only had 2 hours of sleep after reviewing for the midterms)&lt;br /&gt;       - it didn't take me long to wait for a ride to school&lt;br /&gt;       - the fx i rode this morning was the first fx (in my history of riding fx) to play good music as in really good music plus i got a bonus cos it played my favorite song, officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;       - my teacher in professional cooking, announced that he and his wife is having a baby and he found that out just this morning before going to school that's why he's so happy&lt;br /&gt;       - i went to a computer shop to have my assignment printed and the guy who worked there used computer no. 07 when he printed my assignment&lt;br /&gt;       - a nun smiled at me across the street&lt;br /&gt;       - today razel and i laughed so hard with me being teary-eyed again while laughing because of chicken and herbie..i can't even remeber the last time i felt that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... what a good day..i started it good and i just hope that it will end the same way..=) oh, before ending this blog, i just hope that after this, something good will happen to me and to my..uh-you-don-t-need-to-know-his-name-cos-you-already-know-who-i-am-talking-about.=) yun lang=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d191/bettaasuncion/welah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391516.post-108840013349159501</id><published>2004-06-27T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T22:22:13.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the big fish</title><content type='html'>last Sunday, my family and i went to my tita's crib to celebrate my tito's birthday..haha...guess what we did...THE USUSAL DVD MARATHON..i think we watched like 5movies and one of 'em was the big fish and somehow i related to the movie because (if u guys haven't seen it yet..well, the story's about a father and son relationship and there's a gap between them which was why they rarely talk to each other and the rest as they say is history... basta watch it nalang:p) as of this moment, me and my dad are not in good terms...he rarely talks to me and vice versa so there..wala lang, i just want you guys to know na i related to the movie...;) its a beautiful movie and i suggest that if you wanna watch it, watch it with someone close to your heart or better, watch it together with your dad para emotional diba..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-108840013349159501?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/108840013349159501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=108840013349159501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/108840013349159501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/108840013349159501'/><link rel='alternate' 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say.. i am deranged....=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391516-108788366068592448?l=yummymoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/feeds/108788366068592448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391516&amp;postID=108788366068592448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/108788366068592448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391516/posts/default/108788366068592448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yummymoi.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-am-deranged_21.html' title='i am 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