<?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-10307926</id><updated>2011-11-22T23:38:06.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Love, and the Hell in Between</title><subtitle type='html'>Not your everyday typical, predictable, it's-too-good-it-ought-to-be-in-a-movie life. Not even close.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10307926.post-116697548820064436</id><published>2006-12-24T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:55:09.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;h2&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone!!!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;May God bless each and everyone of us. Have a great year-ender, and a greater year ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-116697548820064436?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/116697548820064436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=116697548820064436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/116697548820064436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/116697548820064436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!!'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-116134403456945829</id><published>2006-10-20T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:33:54.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PLDT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HATE PLDT SO MUCH!!!!! It's been more than a week since our DSL connection is down. I can't do my office projects and assigments at home because of that! And I have to go to office early so I can finish those things. Grrr!!! I hate them so much, I'm gonna ruin their reputation to every PLDT subscriber. Calling all PLDT subscribers!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Switch na kayo sa Globe o kaya sa Smart!! Bulok ang PLDT!! BULOK!!!&lt;/span&gt; What's worse is I can't play Ragnarok!! Boohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Earlier, we claimed our DLSU Alumni card. And WTF, my card is sooooooooooo fugly. It's not metallic green. Just plain green. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang skwater amf.&lt;/span&gt; The others' were metallic green, and mine was the only fugly green. I hate DLSUAA!!! Okay, maybe it's okay for now because I didn't really pay anything for that card... So I'm going to order another one and tell them I lost my first one. It only costs 150 bucks anyway... Grrrr.... Things aren't definitely going my way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm hating a lot of things/people/group of people lately... Hmm... Must be that time of the year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And yeah, I can't upload my graduation pictures because of stupid PLDT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now I can't remember the things that happened the past week... Sobness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-116134403456945829?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/116134403456945829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=116134403456945829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/116134403456945829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/116134403456945829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-pldt.html' title='I HATE PLDT!!'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-116091352469365580</id><published>2006-10-15T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:58:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woohoo!! I'm officially a college grad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't uploaded the pictures because I can't install the digicam driver. Sadness. Maybe next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm in a computer shop right now, because stupid PLDT DSL has gone haywire again. Yahoo! Mail Beta is ultimately laggy, it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, so Saturday morning was our graduation. Woke up at 5AM, took a bath, got dressed, and left for PICC with mom and dad. Kuya drove us there. Unfortunately, none of us knew where PICC was. Wahaha! So we got lost, and got delayed by maybe 20 minutes. I got there, and met with friends. Waited for others, programme started, and something yucky happened midway the programme. But I'm kinda lazy blogging about it, so just read it anywhere else (from my fellow graduates' blogs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It ended at around 12, and cam-whored a lot after! Haha! Unfortunately, others (read: ROSS GAZMIN!) left early, so I don't have a picture with them. I can't wait to upload them. Left after a gazillion hours of picture taking. Got home, slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woke up at around 530PM. We were going to have a family and relatives dinner at Luk Foo. Unfortunately, not all my relatives were there. Good thing Lorette and Danica made it, or else I would've been bored to my ass. Harhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we (Lorette, Danica and I) went to Starbucks after, and met with Julius. Stayed there for a while, chatted, then went to Lorette's house. And we did this paper requirement for Julius. Thank gahd I didn't pursue a nursing career in UP Manila (it was my first choice during college applications). They were doing this psychosomatic tree. (That was intended. A cheap attempt at humor) All the while watching the first season of One Tree Hill. Hahaha! I could watch OTH episodes the whole day. We left Lorette's house at around 5AM, because Julius had a flight to Bora at around 7AM. Got home, then slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's about it. Oh yeah. I almost cried because of Bro. Armin's speech. About truth. I swear. It was bullseye. It was as if the speech was made for me. And about my dilemma, if I should tell Six or not. Haha, grabe. He said something like, "the truth hurts," "it's like digging your own grave," and so much more, that really really tugged at my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And yeyy!! I didn't cry on grad day!! Hehehe! Hmm.. What else, what else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess that's about it. I'll just blog again if I remember something. Congrats to all graduates of batch 147! Fellow batchmates, congratulations! Happy job hunting! Hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;S22!! Block reunion slash advanced Christmas party on December 2, Saturday! Mark your calendars!! Other details and plans to follow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;High school friends!! Reunion on October 21! At Kareeza's house! Meeting place, Robinson's Manila, after lunch probably. Hang out for a while (Photohunt!!), then proceed to Kare's house at around 5 or 6PM! Text or leave a comment here if you can come or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-116091352469365580?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/116091352469365580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=116091352469365580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/116091352469365580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/116091352469365580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/10/graduate.html' title='Graduate!'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-116048459739982161</id><published>2006-10-10T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:49:57.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, Koj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A good friend of mine passed away today. And I can't even remember the last time I saw her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Karen Jane Molinyawe. She was popularly known as Kojen or Koj. She became my classmate only during the last year of our high school life. This is the part where I ate my words, and swallowed them whole. Before the school year started, we already heard how she behaves, and me and my friends didn't like what we heard. I instantly declared that I am going to make her life as hellish as possible, when we learned that she was going to be our classmate. This is the first time that I let the bitch in me get ahead of myself. I am never going to forgive myself for saying that. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She didn't turn out to be so bad after all. We became friends. We even called each other "crush." Long story. We were seatmates during our physics class, we used to go to that mini store inside our school (I forgot how we called it) to buy Chocolait and snacks. We used to wash our faces together after CAT with our other friends. She was really a good person. Very sweet, caring and thoughtful. I can't believe that I misjudged her. She comprised 50% or more of the quotes and jokes in my phone, thanks to our being both subscribers to Sun Cellular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then only a few months ago, a never-heard-of (at least for me) disease hit her. I planned on many times to visit her, but I had no time. Gahd, I couldn't even make time for a friend, when she made all the time for me when I needed someone back in high school. Weeks passed, and she was still confined in the hospital. And I still didn't have time. I'm such a bad friend. Then she became okay, got out of the hospital, and still, I didn't have time to pay her a visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Earlier, while at work, Frytz asked me if I received a text from Mascian peeps. At first, I thought it was about the Alumni Reunion of MSHS. Then he said no. And that's when I had a grim feeling. I instantly fished my phone out of my bag, and read 4 messages. Two were from Joyce, and one was from Don. I nearly cried when I read their messages. She passed away. Frytz explained to me how. She became okay the week before (because after she got out, she was brought to the hospital again), but died of heart attack today. I didn't know what to say. It was unexpected. It was unthought of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't cry at that time. I spaced out. Went to oblivion. But when I was on my way home, alone on the bus, listening on my iPod, that was the time it really sinked (sunk?) in. Koj was gone. I never even got the chance to see her, to talk to her. I was trying so hard to stop myself from crying, because there were people beside me, but I failed. Tears flowed, I was trying so hard not to make a sound so as not to create a scene. I could barely breathe properly. Koj is gone. I never even got a chance to ask her for forgiveness. I fell asleep, crying, guilt eating my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Koj, wherever you are now, please forgive me. I'm sorry I wasn't able to visit you. I may have been hard on you at times, but I am never going to forget the time and friendship you shared with me. I treasure them, with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gahd, I'm crying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-116048459739982161?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/116048459739982161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=116048459739982161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/116048459739982161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/116048459739982161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/10/bye-koj.html' title='Bye, Koj'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-116006569079065851</id><published>2006-10-06T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:28:10.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Snatching Strategy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, it was new to me. Let me share. I experienced it, first hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was on my way home from work. I rode the bus from Buendia to Las Piñas, it was kinda full, so I sat at the way back, in front of the 6-seat seat, on the aisle seat of a 3-seat seat (bus riders would know what I mean). The bus was full already, so new comers had to stand up. I was listening on my sister's iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this guy who came, stood beside me. He was carrying a plastic full (not really full) of cartolina. Violet cartolina. And he was actually bluntly covering my face with the cartolina, to the point that what I could only see was violet, and my peripherals. Then there was this other guy, who kept on asking if there was still a seat beside me. Eh duh, it was pretty obvious that we were full already. And he was very insistent. I thought he was either drunk or high with drugs. Then I felt something on my left breast pocket in my polo. My cellphone was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fortunately, my company ID was there too. The stupid asshole grabbed my ID, instead of my phone. I instantly (more like involuntarily) touched my pocket with my right hand. Then I heard a "tsk." It had to be a pretty loud tsk, cos I was listening on the iPod and you know me when I listen to music. Then the two guys left the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And that's when things became clear to me. The guy carrying the cartolina was an accomplice. He deliberately covered my face with the cartolina so I wouldn't see his pal's hand grabbing my phone. It's really pretty hard to describe here. I'm hoping you get the idea, so you won't be a victim of this. Spread the word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, I admit that it was stupid of me to put my cellphone in my polo pocket. I usually put it in my pants, but my slacks pockets were shallow. But I was really fighting the urge to shout out to the guys, "Tanga ng kamay mo, magpractice ka pa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I wouldn't deny that I didn't feel scared. I was shocked, really, that's why I wasn't able to trash-talk them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In other news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have Erik Santos' version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Maging Sino Ka Man!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Yeyy!! Thanks Jhaphet for looking for it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-116006569079065851?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/116006569079065851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=116006569079065851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/116006569079065851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/116006569079065851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-snatching-strategy.html' title='New Snatching Strategy'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115997260771299435</id><published>2006-10-04T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:53:05.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That was meant. The spelling, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, been a long time since I have blogged. Heck, been a long time since I last used the computer! Screw that typhoon. Didn't have electricity till last Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I started work last Monday. Haha, can't believe that I'm gonna commute from Las Piñas to Ortigas for at least 3 years!! Hehe, I already bought a stored value card for the LRT and MRT yesterday. Anyway, we aren't doing that much yet. Just training, pretty much like reviewing OBJECTP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't really know what to say here. I blog-hopped before I wrote this, and I got jealous of the posts of my friends, hehehe. Gahd. So many of them have updated their blogs, ages ago. Which really proves that I haven't been surfing the net for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, I didn't really mind not having electricity during the typhoon days. But my cellphone had no signal!!! Gahddd!!! For 6 days!! Only now did my phone catch a signal at home. At Ortigas, I have a signal. Maybe the cellsites near Las Piñas went haywire. Sheesh. Thank God I have a signal now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I'm really really really missing a lot of people!! S22!! Where the hell are you?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Updates naman dyan&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; have my Sun number personalized. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm... Random thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. I can't wait for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maging Sino Ka Man.&lt;/span&gt; Really. Chin Chin Gutierrez' line, "Get out!" in the commercial is really really well delivered! I'm loving her already! Plus the theme song. I still have to download Erik's version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Once again, I'm becoming a movie-loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Pinoy Dream Academy. I can't believe that I'm watching it, after saying months ago that I wouldn't watch it. And gahd, they're allowed to talk about who they're voting??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. I have the biggest problem in my non-existent-so-called "love life." And I need&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your&lt;/span&gt; help, seriously. I hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;(the one I'm asking help from) are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Oh man. I can't even forget about 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Make that 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Harhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115997260771299435?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115997260771299435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115997260771299435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115997260771299435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115997260771299435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/10/hayatus.html' title='Hayatus'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115928497579887181</id><published>2006-09-26T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:36:15.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gahd. So many things have happened, I don't know where to begin. Let's begin from my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yeah, I woke up so early, maybe I was both excited and nervous. And yeah, I got lost around Glorietta. Haha! Whattaloser. I wasn't able to find 6750 right away, maybe I walked the whole round lot of Glorietta before I found it. And it was effing hot. And even if I got lost, I was the first one there. Haha! It was supposed to start at 9, but I was there at 830. They started at 10, because almost everyone was late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, P&amp;G talk. It was kinda boring at first (or maybe I'm just really sleepy from the lack of sleep the night before). And yeah, the test wasn't really hard, the time was really just insufficient. Looks like I failed anyway. They haven't contacted me, and it's been a week. Oh well, doesn't really matter (I'll explain in a while). After the talk, we went to Glorietta (of course) to bum around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to Timezone, didn't play though. They (Jerwin, Anco, JP, Allen, Bash, Lyka, Edel) did though. And then Edel, Lyka, Jerwin and I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dead or Alive.&lt;/span&gt; It was okay. The plot isn't really that witty. Really under-developed, but the special effects and the sound effects were fantastic. Great cinematography as well. Met up with Karen, Jhaphet, and Don after. Didn't really hang out much since it's almost closing time. Went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And yeah, I almost got lost around EDSA. Hahaha. But I'm starting to develop my-- innate compass. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That was Wednesday (a week ago). Thursday, just bummed around the house. Gahd. The reason why I haven't blogged for the longest time (a week of not blogging is long for me), is because I've been too engrossed with pRO's new server, Thor. I've been playing the whole week. Hehe. Except Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday, went to Global 77 in Ortigas. Yeyy!! I got there on my own! Bus-LRT-MRT route. Got there an hour early. Yeah. Guess what. They already offered me a job! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I already accepted.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I will be working for Global 77, probably by next week. (That's why I really don't care anymore if P&amp;G and Accenture e-mail me or not). Mom said it's not good to turn down the first job offer, and I really wanted to work, and for them at that. But the requirements, gahd. They're so many, I haven't even started on one. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I was on my way home from Ortigas, Danica (high school friend) texted me and asked if I wanted to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Tucker Must Die&lt;/span&gt; with the gang. Sure, I said. Didn't even go home to change clothes (I was wearing my pink long sleeves. I was supposed to wear the green one, but I was wearing my red bag, so I didn't really wanna look like a walking Christmas tree).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;JTMD. It was okay. Haha. Sorry for this incoherent post. I'm typing so fast so I could play again. Hehehe. Report any typos immediately! Tucker's okay, really. It had those funny scenes and all. The plot's witty. Something not really new, but at least it isn't cliche like every movie that comes out nowadays. Good ending. 8/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There. Whew. Tomorrow, I'm gonna start doing those requirements. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey friends, haven't heard from you the longest time (Mascians, S22, etc). How's life? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115928497579887181?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115928497579887181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115928497579887181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115928497579887181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115928497579887181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/09/updates-updates.html' title='Updates Updates'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115876862857457693</id><published>2006-09-21T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T00:11:07.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna blog, but I'm really tired. So I'm just gonna list the things that happened today that I'll blog about tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- waking up so early, going to 6750 so early, and being the first one to be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- and oh yeah, getting lost in GLORIETTA&lt;br /&gt;- P&amp;amp;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- brain-cell killing exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Dead or Alive (movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- getting lost in EDSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115876862857457693?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115876862857457693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115876862857457693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115876862857457693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115876862857457693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115866666998305475</id><published>2006-09-19T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:51:09.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waaa!! I am so frustrated and naiinis. This High Wizard beat me to killing Tao Gunka!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaasar talaga!! Piso na lang buhay niya, I swear, tapos namatay pa ako?!?! Pakshet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha, okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di na makarelate yung iba.&lt;/span&gt; Change topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You may not believe this, but I had a dream about Six again last night. Weirddd. And the other day, I dreamt about Rup driving a car! Hahaha! Uyy premonition!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, 77 just called me today, and asked me to go to their office tomorrow. Ha! Too bad, I already have an appointment with P&amp;G. I was sooo holding back myself from saying, "Sorry, I have an appointment with P&amp;amp;G, because I've waited for two freakin weeks for you to call!" Hahaha but of course I didn't say that. I just said that I wasn't available tomorrow. So he asked me when. I said Friday, because Thursday is Thor day! Wahaha!! Hmmm so that's why they're releasing Thor on Thursday!! Hahaha! But of course I didn't say that I'm playing Ragnarok the whole day Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have to sleep early today for tomorrow. Wish me luck kiddos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115866666998305475?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115866666998305475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115866666998305475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115866666998305475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115866666998305475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/09/grrr.html' title='Grrr!!'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115857188241519264</id><published>2006-09-18T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:51:40.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here I was, yet again wasting my time in front of the computer, when suddenly, my cellphone rings. It was not registered in my phonebook, so I thought it was a company (Accenture perhaps).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I answered it, and to my surprise, it was-- FITNESS FIRST! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hayop ka Jamie!! Nirefer mo ko, tapos hindi mo man lang sa akin sinabi!!&lt;/span&gt; WAHAHAHA! Lech. So this guy gave me the sales pitch about Fitness First, where do I live, have I been to any Fitness First, blah blah. He asked me if I was available this afternoon so that he could tell me the programs available, blah blah blah. Of course I said no! Heck! And then he asked me when I would be available. I didn't know what to say, but my mouth just blurted out, "Next week." And then he said he'll follow up next week, blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT THE!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LANGYA KA JAMIE!! IKAW MAGBAYAD NG MEMBERSHIP KO!!&lt;/span&gt; =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday, my sister, mom, and I went to SM Southmall to buy stuffs. As it was the last day of the 3-day sale, the place was pouring with people. In an hour, my feet hurt already. I wasn't able to buy anything except a new pair of disposable contact lenses. Since it was sale, the shop gave me and my sister (she also bought a pair) a travelling pack for the contact lenses, complete with solutions and the lens container. Coolness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We also checked Globe's plans cos my sister was planning on getting a new phone. N70. But she couldn't afford it yet, so we checked the other shops. And I saw this fantastic brochure of my most loved cellphone (for now), N93. Gaahddd. I'm falling more in love with it everytime I read it. Harhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then my sister and I went to mass at around 645. The priest was utterly boring. I think I fell asleep during the homily, for about 5 minutes. That was really the first time I fell asleep on a homily. Maybe I was tired from all that walking, or he really is boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boring boring boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;After-Post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeyy!! I cleaned up my table! Or rather, arranged the junk, not really getting rid of junk :)) You can just imagine how bored I am, resorting to cleaning my table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BTW, I have a few gadgets that are gathering dust. Maybe you wanna buy them lolss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Creative WebCam -&lt;/span&gt; the one I won during the University's Foundation Day, or whatever it was called. Barely used. Includes a CD installer, guide book, the box, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Nokia Wireless Headset - &lt;/span&gt;the one I won on Nokia's Nokia 6260 online contest. Barely barely used. Note, this was a South East Asian contest, and I was one of the 5 (or 10) that won a wireless headset. Includes a CD installer, the booklet, the box, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Portable USB Keyboard -&lt;/span&gt; the one I won during 77's seminar-talk thinggy. Jhaphet, since you have a job already, maybe you wanna buy this :) NOT USED! Includes the booklet thinggy and the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Sony Optical Mouse -&lt;/span&gt; no, I didn't win this on any contest. Hehehe. This is the one that Jed found in Gox Lobby. I'm not using it. Jed, I'll return it to you when we see each other (although tell me in advance so I can bring it, lols) No booklet thinggy, no box. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There. Whew. There were a lot of papers, cds, and whatevers on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115857188241519264?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115857188241519264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115857188241519264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115857188241519264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115857188241519264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/09/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115842669958810753</id><published>2006-09-17T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:12:09.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maging Sino Ka Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Presenting ABS-CBN's new soap opera, Maging Sino Ka Man. (Magpromote daw ba? lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LY0l1b16Ibk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LY0l1b16Ibk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNILibA2o0w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNILibA2o0w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can someone find me the mp3 of Erik Santos' version of Maging Sino Ka Man? Hehehe! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115842669958810753?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115842669958810753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115842669958810753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115842669958810753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115842669958810753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/09/maging-sino-ka-man.html' title='Maging Sino Ka Man'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115836535031007518</id><published>2006-09-16T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T08:09:10.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gahhdd. I went to bed last night (or more correctly, earlier) at 1AM, but I was staring into oblivion for light years, or at least it felt like it. I think it was around 3 already that I fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I had the weirdest dream. I was at SM Southmall, so early in the morning, when Six texts me, and asks me to buy medicine. I replied something like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hello di pa kaya bukas ang Mercury Drug dito."&lt;/span&gt; (But in reality, there is no Mercury Drug at SM Southmall [or is there??]) Anyway, Six texts back and says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sige naaaa..."&lt;/span&gt; Ahahaha! And then I meet Jesse Ann and Bernadette (high school friends that I haven't seen for the longest times) which is really weird because they don't live anywhere near SM Southmall, plus the time, it was way early in my dream. What's the weirdest thing is I forgot why I was at SM Southmall. Hahaha! And my dream was so... clear. Like I was really in it. I amaze myself because I remember most of my dreams, contrary to what people say that dreams are easily forgotten once you wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I do hope that the dream means nothing, and that Six is okay... Not seeing Six for the past 2 weeks is actually helping me get over... But with dreams like this... How can I really get over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank God for this dream because I woke up early today. For the past days, I woke up at past 12 noon. Hahaha! I hope this will cure my insomnia. I'm sleepy, but I must not fall asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115836535031007518?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115836535031007518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115836535031007518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115836535031007518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115836535031007518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/09/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115830381295725750</id><published>2006-09-15T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:03:32.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MVP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waaaa!!! After almost 4 years of playing Ragnarok Online, at last, I became an MVP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n267/dumblydorrr/screenFenrir024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n267/dumblydorrr/screenFenrir024.jpg" border="0" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weeeee!!! Hahaha!! Excuse my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;kababawan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This is the first time, in all of my RO life, to kill a boss monster and become the MVP. Gahddd. It feels great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115830381295725750?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115830381295725750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115830381295725750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115830381295725750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115830381295725750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/09/mvp.html' title='MVP'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115808032585043708</id><published>2006-09-12T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:58:46.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I was bored off my ass, so sue me. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, seriously, I really wanted to watch this movie as well, and thank God that my mom wanted to watch it too, so I got a free movie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm surprised with myself actually. Lately (maybe for the past two or three years), I've been watching Filipino movies. Back in high school, I don't think we watched any Filipino movie at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, it was okay. Definitely a break from my monotonous, and not to mention, uber boring lifestyle since classes ended. Argh. It wasn't that predictable unlike the other Filipino movies. Except of course for the fact that I was able to guess yet again that Will (Sam Milby) was really the one looking for his parents. Sheesh. Sometimes, I hate my psychic me. It spoils things for me. Harhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I suddenly felt lazy blogging. Hehehe. That ends today's update :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115808032585043708?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115808032585043708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115808032585043708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115808032585043708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115808032585043708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-are-one.html' title='You Are The One'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115730284232265751</id><published>2006-09-04T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:03:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KJ Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nooooo!!! I can't come with S22 peeps to Fontana!! *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot, it's my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; inaanak's&lt;/span&gt; birthday on 9. Graaarr. Mom didn't allow me to go. I have some serious convincing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I really can't come. I forgot that I have a job interview on 8. Sigh. Oh well. Next time, S22 peeps, next time. :(( :(( :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115730284232265751?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115730284232265751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115730284232265751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115730284232265751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115730284232265751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/09/kj-alert.html' title='KJ Alert'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115718711425441893</id><published>2006-09-02T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T16:51:54.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Overrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Almost. Dammit, I still haven't finished my SAship. SFA might hold my clearance, harhar! I'm deadmeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, got our course cards last Thursday. I pretty much guessed my grades correctly. Then S22 peeps and I went to Mall of Asia to eat at Chef d' Angelo. Yummyyyy. Mica, Lex, and I shared food. We bought onion strips, chicken fettuccini, and German chocolate cheesecake! Damn! The cheesecake was soooo good! And we each spent only 120 bucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday. I was supposed to go to school to continue my SA, but my head ached when I got up in the morning, probably because of lack of sleep. And almost forgot that my high school friends (Danica, Lorette, Julius) were planning to watch The Devil Wears Prada at night. So it was around 8 when I prepared, and left at around 845. The traffic was heavy! The movie starts at 930PM, and I got at SM Southmall at around 915. Then this stupid guard wouldn't let me in, blah blah blah. But I told him that my friends already bought me a ticket (which was true), so eventually he let me in. Blah blah, we were able to watch the beginning of the movie, even if we were 5 minutes late (when we got in, they were playing the National Anthem).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Devil Wears Prada. It was okay. Meryl Streep (= p to Jed!) was excellent! Gahd! Pure evil! Especially that scene where she saw Andrea (Anne Hathaway) on the stairs at her pad, when she wasn't supposed to be seen. Man! You should've seen the look on her face. Purely terrifying. Hehehe. Anyway, yeah, the movie is okay. I say okay, because it isn't that great for me. There were a few (almost none) laugh-out-loud worthy scene, even if this obnoxious guy kept on laughing so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blah blah. Sorry, I wasn't really in the mood to blog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pinilit ko lang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Harhar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115718711425441893?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115718711425441893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115718711425441893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115718711425441893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115718711425441893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-overrr.html' title='It&apos;s Overrr'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115695784879991280</id><published>2006-08-31T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T01:10:48.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>77 Global Services</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Grabe!! Kakaririn ko na tong kompanyang ito!! Wahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, let's start with how my day started. I woke up at 8 (I was planning on waking up at 6 so I could start my SAship at 8, but unfortunately I wasn't able to wake up, duh), so I got there at 10 and worked till 12. Went up to SC office to meet with Jhaphet, went to Starbs Taft to meet with Karen, then went to Century Park Hotel where the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77 Global Services&lt;/span&gt; Talk was going to be held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We got there a few minutes past 1, and we were the first ones to be there. Ewww! So we signed up, then they had this raffle thing. The prizes were: 128MB flash disk, 256MB flash disk, wireless mouse, and a portable USB keyboard. Jhaphet and I signed up for the keyboard, then Karen signed up for the mouse. John Ross and his gang (Karl, Lloyd, Renz Eullo, Arun, TJ Mendoza, TJ Lumang, Kenley, Arun, sorry if I forgot someone) were just right behind us. So we went in first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Others came too. Amiel, Justin, Michael, Anson, Jeff, Wren, Antet, Derrick, Lyka, Lulu, Marlon, and a couple of upperclassmen. Yeah, we were a bit few, but it was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grabe,&lt;/span&gt; the recruiting peeps were so jolly!! As in! They were really really okay, they weren't intimidating or anything. Of course, the pure talk part was kinda boring (I was sooo sleepy, not to mention hungry, and we all know that that is a bad combination especially when you're listening to a talk). Then came the question and answer portion. So we basically asked basic questions. Harhar! You know, how many were they going to accept, etc. Then they served food!! Yummy! Baked White Macaroni (hahaha), some finger food breads, and a mango thingy dessert. Hehehe. The food was great. I was actually able to satisfy my hunger earlier, even if the food didn't seem that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raffle time!! Derrick won the 128MB, Marlon the 256MB, Kenley the mouse, and for the keyboard... YOURS TRULY!!! MWAHAHAHA!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WON THE PORTABLE USB KEYBOARD!!&lt;/span&gt; WAHAHAHA!! Jhaphet was so bitter at me! =p He really wanted the keyboard. Hehehe. Of course, he needs it more than I do, since his laptop keyboard is really off-beat. Karen was bitter at Kenley too! Hahaha! It's because Kenley didn't really sign-up for the mouse raffle, he was supposedly on the 256MB flashdisk raffle. Hehehe. And he won the mouse! Harhar! I was with 2 bitter people. Harhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then they interviewed us, one-on-one. We were assigned to different people, and I was assigned to Ann (at least that's what I remember from the calling card she gave me). She was the jolliest person for me and I was really glad that I was assigned to her, even if initially I was assigned to another person. Anyway, we didn't really talk much about work and all. She just asked me how I found the talk they gave and all. Blah blah. She explained that there is a 3-year contract if we work with them (before that talk, I wasn't okay with a contractual type of work, but afterwards, what they have to offer appealed to me, so I said that yeah it's okay with me). She asked me if I had any questions. Blah blah. Just send to her my resume. Blah blah. And that's it. I think we were on the same wavelength, being jolly and all. Harhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yeah, that's practically what happened today. Harhar I'm so happy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, it's course card day tomorrow. Hope I get good grades. My expected grades:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;INSTORY - 2.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GAMEDES - 2.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LITERA1 - 2.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We got a 4.0 for THESIS already! Yey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So it's just the SA that I'm worrying about. Sheesh. I'll finish by Friday. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115695784879991280?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115695784879991280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115695784879991280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115695784879991280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115695784879991280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/08/77-global-services.html' title='77 Global Services'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115668293411800291</id><published>2006-08-27T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:20:01.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="247" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/tz-JI-SaCck"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/tz-JI-SaCck" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="247" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video from the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115668293411800291?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115668293411800291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115668293411800291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115668293411800291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115668293411800291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-support_27.html' title='Life Support'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115658234738358962</id><published>2006-08-26T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T16:52:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treb's Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last Thursday, me and S22 blockmates, and some non-S22 peeps went to Mall of Asia, to go ice skating. Unfortunately, I was finishing something for thesis, so I wasn't able to join them on the ice. When I got there, they were already finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The good news is, thank God I wasn't able to skate. Hehe. They really didn't enjoy it. So we just walked around for a while. Blah blah blah (sorry I'm not really in the mood to blog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then we ate at Chef d' Angelo's. It was my first time to eat there, and I really thought that it was uber expensive there. It wasn't! Gahd. It was way better than TOSH (price-wise and servings-wise). I really really enjoyed their Chicken Fettuccini. Super yummy. And heavy on the stomach. Gahd, I was full in minutes. The pieces of chicken were scrumptious. I didn't like the mushroom much though. But still, I'd definitely eat there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And lo! Yesterday, Me, Karen and Don went to Robinson's Place Manila and ate there. Hehehe. I ordered, this time, Oven Baked Ziti. I liked the Fettuccini better. Hehe. But it was good too. And I also ordered Bacon and Cheese something Chowder. Hehe. Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I'm still not done with our Mall of Asia adventures. Hehe. After eating, we went to the seaside part of Mall of Asia. Me, Mica, Lex, Jamie, and Rommel. I love it there!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grabe.&lt;/span&gt; Super windy, and the smell isn't that bad. The view, amazing. Of course, it was dark by that time, and you couldn't really see anything in the ocean, except for the lights from ferries and buildings from afar. I could've stayed there forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mica was playing Lex' harmonica. Haha! Laugh trip! We just stayed there for an hour maybe, talking and laughing a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then we went home. Or THEY went home. When they were able to ride their respective rides home, I went to mine. There were only a few people in the van, and the driver was waiting for it to be full. And it was super hot inside!! The AC wasn't on, so I decided to just go back later, and besides, I badly needed to charge my phone, so I looked for a charging station or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I asked the customer service and they were able to tell me where I could possibly charge my phone. I went there (it was kinda far from the transpo station), and asked for my phone to be charged. Unfortunately, NONE of their Nokia chargers worked on mine (I know right?? Nokia chargers are supposed to be universal for all Nokia phones, and yet none worked on mine), so I headed back to the station. But I got lost!!! Hahahaha!! I walked around for thirty minutes, and when I got back, the van already left! It was around 10 already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I rode on another van, and I was the only person there! Gahhhhd. I waited for an hour. Or maybe more. Thank God the iPod still has some energy (or charge or whatever). I was singing Life Support and Finale B for all the time I was waiting. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Speaking of Life Support and Finale B, I am sooo addicted to these songs lately. It's all I'm playing now in Media Player. And Seasons of Love. I'm posting the lyrics in a while. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So there, I reached home at almost 12. And the deadline for our GAMEDES paper was 12!! Imagine. I was able to pass it, 3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na. Grabe.&lt;/span&gt; For two consecutive days, I'm so sleep-deprived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This entry is so messy, jumping from topic to topic. Hehehe. So I'll leave it at that. And now, here's the lyrics of my LSS song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE SUPPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rent OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Look - I Find Some Of What You Teach Suspect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because I'm Used To Relying On Intellect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I Try To Open Up To What I Don't Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because Reason Says I Should Have Died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Three Years Ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's only us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's only this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All life is yours to miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No Other Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No Other Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Day But Today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115658234738358962?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115658234738358962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115658234738358962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115658234738358962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115658234738358962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/08/trebs-day-out.html' title='Treb&apos;s Day Out'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115617617484977540</id><published>2006-08-21T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:00:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senti Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;College's almost over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy. Back then, I was so excited to graduate from college so that I could get a job and earn and all. But now... I dunno... The prospect of being apart from people is depressing.&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; EspeciallythispersonIdontknowifIlleverseeyou againYoullforeverbeapictureinmycellphoneandamemoryinmyheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sigh* Hope our (S22 blockmates) day out tomorrow would make things easier to let go, and forget. Make me happy, friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, friends, I'm bringing a dedication notebook tomorrow (actually I'm still gonna buy tomorrow, hehehe), please do see me so that you could write on it. You know who you are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's raining again. *sigh* I hate the rain. It makes me feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115617617484977540?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115617617484977540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115617617484977540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115617617484977540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115617617484977540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/08/senti-mode.html' title='Senti Mode'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115600367203924968</id><published>2006-08-19T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T00:07:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Ex-Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow. This past week was one of the best weeks I've had this term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was John Ross' birthday last 15. They passed their thesis defense (okay, so it isn't about me, but they're my friends and I'm happy for them), then Ross treated me, Don, Karen, Jerwin, Frytz, Loyvin, Michael, Kester to Yellow Cab and to Grill's J (not sure about the name though) last 17. Kes wasn't there (at YC) first, and he just followed when we were in Grill's. We all shared 2 buckets of SMB Light (each containing 6). Don drank 2 bottles like water. Harhar! Course Karen didn't drink, and Jerwin drank only one. Then Karen, Don, and Jerwin went back to Gox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ross ordered another bucket, and Frytz bought another one too. So we drank like 4 each. Yeah, I was pretty much light-headed already. At least I could still think, and go to the CR. Harhar. We also bought different "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulutans&lt;/span&gt;" like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sisig&lt;/span&gt;, onion rings, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chicharong bulaklak&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tokwa't baboy&lt;/span&gt;. Then Gelo came, and he bought another bucket. Sheesh. Ross, Michael, Loyvin and I were leaving, so Loyvin and I just shared one bottle. Birthday boy was pretty much-- light-headed too. Hehehe. Then we left Frytz, Kes, and Gelo there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ross rode a cab, then the three of us proceeded to Taft. Loy and I were riding a bus together on the other side of Taft, so we said our goodbyes to Michael. We got on a bus within minutes, thank God, as I really was sleepy (I haven't had a wink of sleep from the night before because I finished our INSTORY visual presentation), not to mention really really light-headed. I couldn't close my eyes when we were on the bus, because my mind was really floating to oblivion, and my head ached more, so I really really tried hard not to close my eyes. And within minutes, I needed to go to the bathroom again. I was tempted to ask Loyvin for us to get down so I could pee, but I held it in, even if I knew that it would take much longer for us to reach home, plus he was asleep. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Something happened here, but I ain't gonna tell. Harhar!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well. At last, I reached my get-off point, said goodbye to Loyvin, and got off the bus. As soon as I got off, I did something that I swore I'd never do. I went to a grassy area, and peed. Harhar! So sue me. I couldn't hold it any longer. It was a first for me. And yeah, I'm swearing now that I'll never do it again. I peed for like three minutes. Walked home, reached home, took off my shoes, and slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up at 4AM. Texted the guys (since we told each other that we would text each other as soon as we got home, but no one did) why they didn't text, then went back to sleep. Woke up at 11 or 12, ate, took a bath, went back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday, August 18. Nothing much really happened. Don, Karen, Jhaphet and I ate at KFC for dinner, then went to Starbucks to hang out. Hahaha, we had a lot of funny things to talk about. Mostly disgusting stuffs, especially when you're eating a chocolate Belgian waffle. Harhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got home at 12, used the computer till 2, then slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday, August 19. Woke up at 7AM for our last GAMEDES class, last class of the term, last class for college. Awwww. Yep. I'm graduating. We're graduating. Wooohoo!! Anyway, I got to school at 845 cos we were supposed to meet for our presentation of our game. It went well, I guess. Class ended at 12. Ate at Venue with Rup, Lani, Z, Sue, Anjo, James, Rommel, Jamie. Went to Microsmith for Rup's group's DOTA game. Unfortunately, they lost. Blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Around 330PM, Jerwin, Karen, Don, Joyce, Jhaphet and I went to Glorietta to watch a movie. We watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Super Ex-Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. It was cool! A great movie. I liked it. Really funny and original. Though there was one thing about the movie that I didn't like that much, but I won't spoil it for you guys who wanna watch it. I'd recommend the movie though. Really worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Around 6 (I think) we went to that place with a man-made pond, and cam-whored. Harhar! Don and Joyce left, so we headed to Cafe Bola (?) to eat. Karen treated us (Jerwin, Jhaphet, Me)! Yeyyy!! I barely spent money today since Jerwin had a debt to me months ago when we watched Superman Returns, so he paid for my movie today. Then Karen treated us dinner. Coolness. We cam-whored there again. Harhar! Just check my Multiply site later, when Jhaphet uploads it and I steal them. Harhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here I am now, waiting for something good to happen next. S22 blockmates and I are planning a day out this coming Tuesday. We're probably gonna go and ice skate, then watch a movie (but they might be watching Super Ex). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is definitely a great end to my college years. Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115600367203924968?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115600367203924968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115600367203924968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115600367203924968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115600367203924968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-super-ex-week.html' title='My Super Ex-Week'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115557398775487506</id><published>2006-08-15T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:46:27.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy PC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uh huh. This PC is hopeless. It keeps on booting on its own. I seriously hafta reformat. And I hope I have money to buy that combo drive. Thank God school's almost over-- SCHOOL'S ALMOST OVERRRRR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uh huh. Just INSTORY and a few thesis things to do, and I'm done. At last. After 10 long terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I can't wait to eat at TOSH later. Hehehe. That chix and shroom is calling my name. Gahd :p~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115557398775487506?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115557398775487506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115557398775487506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115557398775487506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115557398775487506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/08/crappy-pc.html' title='Crappy PC'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115538835950207892</id><published>2006-08-12T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:59:15.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Bad Luck Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uh huh. Wednesday, August 9. I was supposed to go to the hospital to visit a friend, when my stomach started aching. So I went home instead. As soon as I got off the bus, I vomitted (sorry to those who are eating). I decided to walk home since the line for the tricycle was wrong, and in case I felt like vomitting again, I could, even if my stomach was really aching. And when I was like ten meters away from home, I vomitted again. Ugh. Talk about-- yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, dressed, then went to bed. My stomach was really really aching, almost like the pain I felt when I had the appendicitis. I was really writhing in pain. Around 9PM, I couldn't take it anymore. My mom decided to bring me to the hospital. Uh huh. Twice in three months, I was rushed to the hospital. I feel weak. I feel like my health is really... waning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They "injected" five times. One in my upper right arm (Placyl, to prevent vomitting. Apparently it didn't work because after I drank the antacid they asked me to drink, I vomitted it after 2 minutes), one in my upper left arm (Buscopan, for the stomach pain. I was really wondering why they didn't give me that right away. They had to hear me moan like hell first, before they gave it to me. Jerks. Hehehe. Oh by the way, I'm still thankful for Medical Center of Manila for saving my life twice, almost in a row), one in my middle right arm (blood sample for the blood test. However, the klutzy medical personnel wasn't able to extract any blood, I think he injected wrongly), one in the middle left arm (this is where he was able to get a blood, although he had to move the needle around to hit a vein. Yeah, the needle was already inside my skin, and he was moving it around as if looking for something to hit. Geez), and one in my right hand, the IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I've had a lot injections in the past three months, that I almost felt nothing. Or maybe it's the stomach pain. They took my x-ray as well. Thank God I didn't have to be confined. We had our LITERA1 play the next day. We were discharged from the hospital around 330AM. Got home, slept. I woke up better than the day before. But I had to go to school for the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I sound like I'm rushing. I'm in a computer shop now, because the PC at home is freakin broken. Uh huh. It goes on and on. Wish it will stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gotta go. They're almost closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Sorry if there are typos and grammatical lapses. I'm really in a rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115538835950207892?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115538835950207892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115538835950207892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115538835950207892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115538835950207892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-bad-luck-goes-on.html' title='And the Bad Luck Goes On'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115479112848876789</id><published>2006-08-05T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:18:48.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must... Sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rocards.de/images/monster/Zombie.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Gahd. Last Thursday-- err make that Friday early morning, I slept at 7AM, to finish those test results. Woke up at 12. Then Saturday early morning, I slept at 4AM, to finish that game design document. I feel soooo sleepy. And I feel like this zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn my money tomorrow. I can't remember the last time I bought myself clothes. Plus I have to pay my cellphone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115479112848876789?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115479112848876789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115479112848876789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115479112848876789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115479112848876789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/08/must-sleep.html' title='Must... Sleep...'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115470604510860911</id><published>2006-08-04T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:40:45.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm the 6000th visitor in my blog. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow. That &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken and Mushroom Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Old Spaghetti House&lt;/span&gt; was exquisite. Very very delicious. It seems not stomach-filling, but it is. The sauce was heavy. Maybe I'll eat there tomorrow again. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll continue this later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115470604510860911?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115470604510860911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115470604510860911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115470604510860911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115470604510860911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/08/tosh.html' title='TOSH'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115462390078345063</id><published>2006-08-04T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:51:40.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bad Luck Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah. A day after my mom's birthday, she lost her wallet. Coin purse to be exact. Only, it didn't contain only coins, but some bills as well. Uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so maybe that really isn't that big of a deal compared to our other problems (re: previous post), but still, it counts as bad luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And to think we watched Sukob yesterday. *shivers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Speaking of movies, Sukob is ONLY my 9th movie of the year!!! How much of a loser can I get?? Gahd. I can't believe it. So far, I've only watched (including the people I watched the movie with):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mano Po 4: Ako Legal Wife&lt;/span&gt; - Jamie, Lex, Rommel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Underworld 2&lt;/span&gt; - JV, Svet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zathura&lt;/span&gt; - Don, Joyce, JV, Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/span&gt; - JV, MJ, Svet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; - Don, Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over The Hedge&lt;/span&gt; - Jamie, Rommel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X-Men 3: The Last Stand&lt;/span&gt; - Anjo, James, Jamie, Jed, Noel, Rommel, Rup, Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superman Returns&lt;/span&gt; - Don, Jerwin, Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sukob&lt;/span&gt; - Mica, Mico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uh huh. What a loser. Movies I missed that I shouldn't have missed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scary Movie 4&lt;/span&gt; (even if I heard that it's not that good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest&lt;/span&gt; (I am sooooooo so regretful that I wasn't able to watch this. Is it still showing?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/span&gt; (Looks cool, it's a chick flick. Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lake House&lt;/span&gt; (The plot seems good. Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock, love flick. I'm a sucker for these.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties&lt;/span&gt; (For laughs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission Impossible III&lt;/span&gt; (Uh huh. That scene where a car explodes and Tom Cruise flies. Haha. Now I wasn't able to see that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Actually, 2 and 3 are still showing. Who wants to watch Pirates with me?? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;(Gahd, I've seen the trailer of this months ago.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt; (I heard that Meryl Streep is excellent here, and so is Anne Hathaway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Super Ex-Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; (Uma Thurman. Nothing. Haha. I liked her in... Prime.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Spiderman 3&lt;/span&gt; (Haha! May 2007! Goodluck!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; (July 13, 2007! Haha! Goodluck!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmmm.. Can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115462390078345063?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115462390078345063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115462390078345063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115462390078345063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115462390078345063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-luck-goes-on.html' title='The Bad Luck Goes On'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115436740699701243</id><published>2006-08-01T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:36:47.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Pull My Plug...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh God. This has to be the crappiest, unluckiest year of my life. Of our lives. The Guevarra-Sese Clan. And the year hasn't even started on its fourth quarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First, I was confined for a week and operated on. Then my father's brother died. Then our dog Fluffy died, and on that same day, my sister got robbed. And now, my grandmother's sister is in the hospital. I've never been through such ordeal in my life. All in two months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I still don't have a poem for the poetry recital tomorrow. No wait, make that today. 15 hours left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;... and I'll pull yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115436740699701243?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115436740699701243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115436740699701243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115436740699701243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115436740699701243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-pull-my-plug.html' title='You Pull My Plug...'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115383996024760271</id><published>2006-07-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:06:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latter Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arlene, I'm hating you!! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grabe.&lt;/span&gt; Had an exciting conversation with my block bestfriend yesterday. Hahaha. Even if-- well. Don't worry Arlene, I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; not to hope. Of course. What was I thinking. But I'm still wondering. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why didn't you tell me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anywayyyyyyy, classes resume tomorrow, and it's my pictorial for the yearbook. Gahd. I'm still feeling lazy. Plus I don't have a poem yet for the poetry recital, plus we haven't practiced for the drama festival either, equals dum dum dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep early today. So I'll look refreshed tomorrow. Harhar. Bon nuit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115383996024760271?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115383996024760271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115383996024760271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115383996024760271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115383996024760271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/07/latter-days.html' title='Latter Days'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115367109931326906</id><published>2006-07-24T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:11:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smirks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hihihihi. I've never felt this-- giddy and excited and-- in God-knows-when. Hahaha. That surely made my day. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yep. It's raining again. That cold and alone feeling settles back once more. Haha, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;really made my day. Or night, since it's night already. Whatever. I don't really care. Haha. You should see this goofy smile on my face. Hahahaha. Like Mikey's when-- yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Loved that episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt; earlier on Studio 23. Especially the last scene, the ladies playing poker, Betty taunting Bree, and Bree fighting back. Exquisite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*sigh* If &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; only knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115367109931326906?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115367109931326906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115367109931326906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115367109931326906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115367109931326906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/07/smirks.html' title='Smirks'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115358334918186011</id><published>2006-07-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:49:09.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Dogs and Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just one dog, actually.&lt;/span&gt; Damn, Sis! I could've lived without reading your blog! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I noticed that my sister updated her blog, so I checked it out. Oh yeah, she got holdupped(?) yesterday. Yeah. Effing morons (my sister said they were five or six, and they pointed a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balisong&lt;/span&gt; at her) stole her cellphone and wallet. Gawd. I would've passed out if that happened to me. The office she works in were very kind to her. They gave her the day off! Haha! And my sister, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nawalan na nga ng wallet, aba, nagshopping pa&lt;/span&gt; with her boyfriend! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hayup!&lt;/span&gt; Haha! Hold year head up high Sis, hold your head up high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It happened the same day, that Fluffy left us. Yesterday was a really bad day for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So anyway, she was whining (hehehe) about her phone and all, and then she wrote something about Fluffy, and I (without permission, but who cares, at least I'm acknowledging her) quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"To Fluffy, may you rest in peace. Siguro nasa doggie heaven ka na ngayon. Mami-miss kita Fluffy. Sana naantay mo ko makauwi kahapon. Hindi na tuloy kita makakantahan ng 'Maliit na Fluffy, lumalaki! Konting balahibo, dumarami!' Goodbye Fluffy, sana pakita ka pa rin sa amin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[My sister wasn't able to see her anymore. My other sister and I, we buried her already. Mom wasn't able to see Fluffy anymore too.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, I almost cried. Almost. Thanks to that song! Hahaha! I remember that song. We used to sing it to her, based on the song "Maliit na butas, lumalaki." Oh God. It's been a day, and still, I'm pining. Fluffy was the only one at home who knew the real me. And she was a dog. I will sure miss walking with her around the village. And I'm teary-eyed again. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other sister (the one that wasn't holdupped) noticed a brown butterfly outside our window just a while ago. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for visiting Fluffy. Please watch over us. We'll surely miss you.&lt;/span&gt; She's happy now, that I'm sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BarCamp.&lt;/span&gt; Heard of it? Yeah, it's new to me too. I was browsing the different blogsites of Filipinos in &lt;a href="http://www.ricebowljournals.com"&gt;RiceBowlJournals&lt;/a&gt;, and I came across this guy's blog, and he had an entry about BarCamp, which kinda caught my attention. It's about organizing an "unconference," teaching about stuffs to other people. What caught me was that it was a venue for sharing, learning, and making new friends. Yeah, sounds like not me. Hahaha. But really. It sounds cool. Leave me a buzz if it interests you as well, maybe we could come up with something here in the Philippines (BarCamp started in the United States, I think). Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.barcamp.org"&gt;BarCamp site&lt;/a&gt; as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waiting for our thesis updates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115358334918186011?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115358334918186011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115358334918186011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115358334918186011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115358334918186011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-dogs-and-bars.html' title='Of Dogs and Bars'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115345981733433558</id><published>2006-07-21T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:19:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluffy (1994-2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fluffy was a great dog. She is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v639/albertsese/f1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, we were worried. She wasn't eating. And she was unusually sad. She wouldn't  walk around the house as she used to. She wouldn't run out the door, out the gate when we left them open. We decided to bring her to a vet. The vet gave her vitamins to drink. We gave it to her, with difficulty, as she didn't want to drink it. But we gave it to her, and she went back to normal. Happy, excited, and always running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v639/albertsese/f4.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, she became sad again. We knew she was in pain. She didn't eat for days. Always lying down. We felt it. And deep inside, I was worried, but I didn't show it. We gave her vitamins again, but this time, she didn't get better. We even bought her Ensure (that freakingly expensive drink that's supposed to be full of vitamins and minerals and everything else), and used a medicine dropper to give it to her. She took it, but still, she was sad. But we didn't give up. We continued feeding her. She wouldn't even eat her favorite food, fried chicken. We were hoping that she'll be okay. My sister, she talked to her. She said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fluffy, kung di mo na kaya, magpahinga ka na."&lt;/span&gt; And I was praying. Until today. There she was, lying on the floor, eyes wide open. She wasn't moving. She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v639/albertsese/f2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister and I, we cried, so hard, thinking that we have no dog anymore, that we don't have Fluffy anymore. We cried, without shame. We loved Fluffy. We all did. But now, we won't hear her barks at night anymore. We won't hear her scratching at the door when she wants to go outside. Fluffy is a special dog. Once, I overslept, and my hand was hanging out of the bed. She licked it, and I woke up. I love to think that she was waking me up on purpose, because she knew I was late for class. We let her sleep in our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v639/albertsese/f3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gone now. I'll miss her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala nang sasalubong sa akin&lt;/span&gt; when I get home. She always knows when someone has just arrived. She'll immediately walk to the door and wait for it to be opened. No dog can replace her. I didn't expect that it would be this painful. It really is hard, you know, when you lose a loved one. And tears are still falling from my eyes. I'm only sorry that she died hurting. She wasn't even happy. Bye Fluffy. Home will never be the same again. And I don't want to stay in this house anymore. Because it will always remind me of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v639/albertsese/f5.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115345981733433558?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115345981733433558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115345981733433558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115345981733433558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115345981733433558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/07/fluffy-1994-2006.html' title='Fluffy (1994-2006)'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115306657899631485</id><published>2006-07-17T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:24:33.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Software In Review: BitComet 0.70</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, our own software is taking some time in image processing, so I decided to blog for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Introducing a new feature in my blog, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Software In Review.&lt;/span&gt; The title says it all. I introduce a software that I think is cool and useful, and I'll share it to the whole wide world. Harhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And for all torrent lovers out there, here's our debut software to the series: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BitComet 0.70.&lt;/span&gt; It's a torrent downloader, but it's so much more than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It actually allows you to select which files in the torrent you're only going to download! How cool is that?? For some of you who may not know, a torrent may contain more than one file. Other torrent downloaders (like BitTorrent) wouldn't allow you to download only some files in the torrent, which makes this the super feature of BitComet (at least for me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Plus, it allows you to search for torrents through different websites! It has an integrated browser, plus links to different torrent sites. Now that is handy! (Haha, do I sound like a telemarketer already?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aaaaand, you can actually preview the file you're downloading (if it's a video or something)! Well, to be honest, I haven't tried out that one yet, but it says so on its description. Hehehe. It has more features that I haven't tried yet, but I'm already lovin' this program. Harhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Credits to Beni for introducing the software to me! So what are you waiting for?? Dial 0922-- joke! Hehe. But if you want a copy, you can just search for it on the net, or leave a message and I'll send it to you. (I downloaded that 3MB+ installer for like 45 minutes! I think there was something wrong with their server or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115306657899631485?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115306657899631485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115306657899631485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115306657899631485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115306657899631485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/07/software-in-review-bitcomet-070.html' title='Software In Review: BitComet 0.70'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115278341602495791</id><published>2006-07-13T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:36:56.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>While taking a break from testing (thesis), I blog-hopped, and came upon a few quotes from a friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is like a rainbow. You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true. And how related it is to the title of my blog. Life, Love, and the Hell in Between. I already experienced the hell. Then how come I'm not experiencing the other. Hence, the next quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love walking in the rain, 'cause then no one knows I'm crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* My life is always raining, 'cause no one notices that I'm crying all the time. I hate these rainy days. They make me feel-- cold, and alone. I'm not even glad that classes are suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say it if it's worth saving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115278341602495791?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115278341602495791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115278341602495791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115278341602495791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115278341602495791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115226390217238636</id><published>2006-07-07T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:27:47.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savin' Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;by Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison gates won't open up for me&lt;br /&gt;On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I reach for you&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm terrified of these four walls&lt;br /&gt;These iron bars can't hold my soul in&lt;br /&gt;All I need is you&lt;br /&gt;Come please I'm callin'&lt;br /&gt;And oh I scream for you&lt;br /&gt;Hurry I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;And teach me wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;And I'll show you what I can be&lt;br /&gt;Say it for me&lt;br /&gt;Say it to me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll leave this life behind me&lt;br /&gt;Say it if it's worth saving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's gates won't open up for me&lt;br /&gt;With these broken wings I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is you&lt;br /&gt;These city walls ain't got no love for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story&lt;br /&gt;And oh I scream for you&lt;br /&gt;Come please I'm callin'&lt;br /&gt;And all I need from you&lt;br /&gt;Hurry I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;And teach me wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;And I'll show you what I can be&lt;br /&gt;Say it for me&lt;br /&gt;Say it to me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll leave this life behind me&lt;br /&gt;Say it if it's worth saving me&lt;br /&gt;Hurry I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I need is you&lt;br /&gt;Come please I'm callin'&lt;br /&gt;And all I scream for you&lt;br /&gt;Hurry I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;And teach me wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;And I'll show you what I can be&lt;br /&gt;Say it for me&lt;br /&gt;Say it to me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll leave this life behind me&lt;br /&gt;Say it if it's worth saving me&lt;br /&gt;Hurry I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it for me&lt;br /&gt;Say it to me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll leave this life behind me&lt;br /&gt;Say it if it's worth saving me&lt;br /&gt;Hurry I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first learned about this song during the peak of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-Men 3: The Last Stand&lt;/span&gt; movie. I was looking for trailers on YouTube, and some guy made a music video of the clips from the trailers of the movie, with the background song of Savin' Me. It was awesome. I instantly fell in love with the song (with the help of the X-Men 3 clips).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I looked for the original video of Savin' Me. And I fell in love again. The music video was so cool. The video was well done. The concept was fresh. A great video for a great song. Well done, Nigel Dick (director of the video).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=xW59wzXcd2s&amp;search=savin%27%20me%20x-men"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; the music video by some guy on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=7Tf2r1KWNH0&amp;amp;search=savin%27%20me"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; the original music video by Nickelback and Nigel Dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can download the song on &lt;a href="http://albertsese.multiply.com/music"&gt;my Multiply site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Cup Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHA!! I'm such a great psychic. First of all, France defeated Brazil in the quarter finals, Italy defeated Germany in the semi-finals, and France defeated Portugal in the semi-finals. And it's now Italy vs France for the finals, on July 9, just like what I "foresaw." Harhar! I hope France wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*waves t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he flag o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;f France*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115226390217238636?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115226390217238636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115226390217238636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115226390217238636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115226390217238636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/07/savin-me.html' title='Savin&apos; Me'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115149370162569951</id><published>2006-06-28T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:16:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Score!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;At last, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone knows, or more correctly, only a few knows that I was hospitalized and operated on last week. And they knew by accident. My sister was the one who replied to them, as I was unable to. I didn't plan on telling anyone, really. I didn't want the sympathy, and besides, people were already busy, academics, graduation and all. What I needed last week though, were prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 17, Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a class from 9-12. At around 1030, the professor gave us break time. Knowing me, I didn't go back, and instead, hanged-out (?) with Don. We ate brunch at Eric's and the Cantonan's. I ate 8 pieces quail eggs and 2 packs pancit canton. Then we went to our thesis rooms, and stayed there for a while. We left at around 5, and ate at KFC. I had Hot Shots meal. Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used the computer as soon as I got home. At around 11, my stomach started hurting. I thought that I had the same case as Z's stomach ache a few weeks back, because of the food from KFC. Every time I burped, I could taste the Hot Shots (gross). I slept at 3, with a stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 18, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 10, with a stomach ache. Opened the computer, used it till 12, then slept, with a stomach ache. Woke up at 6. Vomited. It was rice, or something white. Then ate lunch/dinner. It was Father's Day, we had spaghetti. It was good but I didn't have the appetite, stomach ache. It was getting more painful, but still tolerable. Watched TV. Slept at around... 11 or 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 19, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 3AM. The pain was horrible. I was groaning. My mom woke up and heard me, and gave me SkyFlakes and milk. The pain was getting stronger by the minute, to the point of intolerability. At around 5, mom moved me to the living room so the doctor friend of theirs could see me. But ten minutes later, it was really really really hurting. Pain beyond imagination. I was groaning incohesively. I thought I was dying (seriously). I couldn't even stand up. They rushed me to Manila Medical Center, a good hour-drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there. They put me on a wheelchair, drove me to the ER (Emergency Room for my non-Nursing friends, hehehe), and there was this stupid doctor who told me, "Don't moan, I can't interview you well." HELLERRR??? It was really really really to the nth power hurting. But fine, I tried to keep my composure. And then I vomited. A lot. Dr. Pineda, a long-time doctor of our family and my attending physician at that time, felt that it was appendicitis, because my stomach was harder than normal, and so is the appendix part. I forgot what happened afterwards. I remember being injected for IV (intravenous therapy, searched it on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intravenous_therapy"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, otherwise known as Dextrose [dex•tros] for other people), x-rayed, then brought up to our room, all the while still feeling that immense pain in my stomach and appendix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon, Dr. Villamayor, felt that I needed to be ultrasounded to be sure that it is indeed appendicitis, so I was ultrasounded. Pain pain pain. I remember staying for a while in our room, then operation time came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 19, 8PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, lying on the operating bed whatever, not sure of what will happen. I was lying spread eagle. Not really. My feet were together, but my arms were spread apart. Like a cross. The minutes went by. There was this automatic blood pressure taker (the one that gets tighter on your upper arms). They were attaching small buttons on my body and fingers. At around 820, the doctor injected something on my IV, and then it went black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 20, somewhere around 2AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up still lying, shaking so badly. There were people around me. I could hear voices. One said, "Nilalamig siya." I was a quarter-conscious. I think I wasn't even seeing well. I vomited. A lot. Then it went black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somewhere around 4AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. I was feeling-- strange. Not well. I raised my right hand a little and waved it. A guy nurse came. I asked him where I was. "ICU Sir." Then I felt something weird on my-- member. Then I felt like peeing. I raised my right hand again a little and waved. A guy nurse (I didn't know if it was the same one) said that it's okay, it'll just flow out. Eh? I was perplexed by what he said. Anyway, I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somewhere around 5AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought back to our room. I was feeling groggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc Villamayor explained to us the procedure that was done. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will get gruesome from this point onwards, so not for the weak stomach.&lt;/span&gt; They opened up my stomach area, and found out that the appendix had indeed ruptured and spread dirt (I don't know if it was poop or not) all over my internal organs. They had to clean it profusely. Some of the organs were infected by the dirt and swolled (swelled, whatever) up. Pus invaded these organs, and they had to be removed as well. Doc even said that a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tabo&lt;/span&gt; worth of pus was collected, and was like condensed milk (Oh man, when he told us that, that condensed milk part, I instantly loathed him. I like condensed milk!). They stitched me up, a good 7 or 8 inches long. So much for a great bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For days, I didn't eat. Until on Thursday, June 23, I was allowed to eat-- gelatin. The doctors said I still couldn't digest well so that was all for me. The next day though, I was allowed to eat what they called "soft diet." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lugaw&lt;/span&gt;, in short. That was better, at least. Then the next day, I was now prepared for a "hard diet." Normal food. The first thing that came to mind was Greenwich's Chicken Ala King. I was able to eat half of it for lunch, and the other half for dinner, which I vomited later on. I vomited a lot. I might have vomited as much as I've vomited for the past 18 years. And the stitch and my internal organs hurt every time I vomit or even cough a bit. Really painful, but not as much as days before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that weird thing in my member, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urinary_catheterization"&gt;catheter.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's a tube for my pee. Oh man, you wouldn't believe the size of it, or rather the circumference of it. It was cylindrical in shape and inserted in my-- member. It was THICK. My mom and I were wondering how they inserted it. It was really wide around. Like, half a centimeter in radius. Or maybe 0.7 centimeters in diamter. Really wide. The time came that it has to be removed. Oh no. I asked the female nurse if it was going to be painful. She said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Medyo." &lt;/span&gt;Screw her! It hurt like hell (but still not as much as the pain in my stomach. I told you, it was really that painful. I really thought I was dying)!!! Slowly, another female nurse pulled it out, hurting more as it went away. It was about 2 inches long. 2 bloody inches! Inside my-- thing! And wide! I couldn't pee well after that, so I just slept it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives visited me. Tito Dante, Tita Vangie, Tita Linda, my sisters and my father. Even if a few friends knew that I was in hospital, I didn't tell them what hospital. Haha! I didn't want to be visited. Well, not entirely, given the condition that I was in. I haven't shaved for days, and taken a bath. Eww. I think Joyce and Eddie were the first ones to know, because my sister replied to their text messages, saying that I was in the hospital and couldn't reply to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. That actually isn't all, I might have forgotten something. Oh man, the bills. I don't even want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the hospital. Went home. Home felt kinda new, but still homey, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm a score old! A score young rather. I'm still young. My birthday wasn't all that happy. Mainly because of what happened the previous week. I'd like to thank those who greeted me (Mica, Mish, Arlene, Mad, Jamie, Joyce, Kojen, Rommel, Danica, Sue, Morts, Sed, Jhaphet, Kester, Lex, MJ, Jocs, Mark Abat, Kai, Jerwin, Julius, Ed, Yana, Gox, Egay, Beni, Dyann, JV, Cherrie, Kare). Yes, I keep their text messages. Even from last year's. Don said he texted me, but I didn't receive any. Don said Karen texted me too. Thanks guys! Joakim, Jed and Iris greeted me via YM. Thanks thanks. And those who didn't greet me as well, it's okay. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my friends who bid me get-well-soon's. Of course, thanks to my family for helping me get through this, my sisters, brothers, father, aunts and uncles, and especially my mom, who stayed with me in the hospital for the days I were confined. She really is a great mom. She never left my side. Mainly because I didn't want her to go home. Hehehe. She had to sleep on the floor at nights just to be with me. She really did sacrifice a lot, not only financially, but physically as well. Mom's the best. I love you Ma! Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank God, for giving me 20 great years in my life, and hope to be given more. Thank you for giving me the strength to face this challenge. Thank you for giving me my second life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truly is an unforgettable 20th birthday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I was tempted to post a picture of my stitch, but I think even I would be grossed out by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115149370162569951?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115149370162569951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115149370162569951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115149370162569951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115149370162569951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/06/score.html' title='Score!'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115039267698310435</id><published>2006-06-16T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T01:19:45.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What the fucking hell is wrong with England??? 66 minutes into the game, and they haven't even scored a single goal against Trinidad and Tobago. Come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I was browsing through &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com"&gt;Veoh&lt;/a&gt; [more on this later], and I chanced upon somebody's vlog, or video blog. It looks cool actually, just talking in front of the cam, not worried about a typographical error or something, not tiring your hands out. But then again, for people who are camera-shy (like me), it sounds-- daunting, nerve-wracking! Haha, just the thought of it makes me laugh. Maybe I'll try that sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, off to Veoh. Don't ask me where I first chanced upon this. Hehe. Anyway, it's like YouTube, but better. Why, you ask? Well first off, it's also like Friendster; you can add people there and be "friends." And of course, you get to upload videos. But most [importantly], they support-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(68, 102, 102);"&gt;porn!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; MWAHAHAHAHA!!! Unlike YouTube that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hihi. Anyway, yeah, I might try that video blog sometime. But I don't think I'll upload it anywhere! Haha! Just keep it for memories, my first Vlog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be surprised if I am just a blockmate to you too. After this. But you were a friend. You really were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHA!!! England won by 2 goals! Peter Crouch scored a goal 83 minutes into the game, and then another by Steven Gerrard (91'). That's a 2-0 win for England!! Haha, I can taste the finals already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115039267698310435?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115039267698310435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115039267698310435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115039267698310435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115039267698310435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/06/vlog.html' title='Vlog'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115030086611755771</id><published>2006-06-14T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:01:06.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile At Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Rocksteddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny how I fell for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the day you caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And my life has never been the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since the day I saw your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As it shine above of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You stand out from the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow I can't find the words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're indescribable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You sweep me off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everytime you smile at me, at me, at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You always take my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With every time you smile at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's this feeling that I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I couldn't get enough of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't deny, I'm mesmerized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the beauty of your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause you knock me off my seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every time you smile at me, at me, at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You always take my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With every time you smile at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You always take my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With every time you smile at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if there are wrong words there. I was typing while listening to the song, I couldn't find the full lyrics for it, so I made one. Hehe. Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/%7Euberstatic"&gt;Mico&lt;/a&gt; for telling me the title of the song, and to &lt;a href="http://badette0823.multiply.com"&gt;Badette&lt;/a&gt; for without her multiply account, I couldn't have found out the artist of the song. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to bold out the lines of the song that were relevant for my "life," but then I would have to bold the entire song. Aw what the heck. I'll bold it out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115030086611755771?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115030086611755771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115030086611755771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115030086611755771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115030086611755771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/06/smile-at-me.html' title='Smile At Me'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115022183230134459</id><published>2006-06-14T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T02:09:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Why are people so fucking full of themselves.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hellowww. You're not the only person in this world. But you're probably the only selfish one. Sheesh. Gahd. How you've changed. How disappointing.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;And why the fucking hell are there people with pride as tall as the Empire State building? Puhlease. They can't even really make an apology. As in REALLY make an apology. They can't even accept their mistakes. How pathetic. I pity these people. I admit, I used to have pride as immense as the Mt. Everest. But I've changed. I have. Believe me people, pride won't do you any good. So take care of it while you're still a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teen&lt;/span&gt;ager. Or maybe not.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graaarrr. 51 minutes into the game and France hasn't scored yet. They hafta beat Switz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Very disappointing. I dedicated almost all of my college life to what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe in&lt;/span&gt;, and it's crumbling right before my face. Tsk tsk. People really are full of themselves, especially people in position. And people who think they are in position. Ha! Wake up dear. I've given more to this belief. You have no right.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 minutes, still no score. 57. Wake up. Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I fell on my knees. I didn't notice that I was walking towards the pavement. It was so dark outside, I felt like I was blind. But I didn't flinch. On the contrary, I felt excited, and more adventurous. I rubbed the dirt off of my knees, thanking Sherlock that I wasn't wounded. Then I looked at the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Still no score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The night sky is clear today. No visible moon, no twinkling stars, no wisps of clouds. Just a vast, infinite shade of dark blue. The air was crisp and cool. I drank the sight around me, above me. The street lamps weren't much of a help in my vision; they were very old, and some of them were even broken. But they can't stop me. Nothing can. I am on a mission. Whoever stole Pete's basketball is gonna pay. Watch out, here comes Detective Luke, out to get criminals and law-breakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[^I'm having problems with this part. I can't cohere my thoughts.]&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;67 and still no score, gaddamit! Zinedine Zidane, Thierry Henry, Patrick Vieira wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once I got hold of my position, I walked towards Pete's house, which was a good seven houses away from our own. There was no one else awake. There was no living thing in sight, except of course for the plants. Lights were on inside the houses, but there was nothing moving inside. I walked very slowly, carefully and silently. I looked at my left. Right. Back. No one. After a few minutes, I reached Pete's front lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tiptoed in their lawn, looking for something that the thief might have left behind. Something, a cap, a key, or a calling card perhaps. The lawn was clear. Looks like Mrs. Del Rosario cleaned the scene of the crime already. I sighed. Before I could turn around, a hand gripped my right arm. My heart jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;86 and no score. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You little runt! Where do you think you're going?" my brother Alfred said, half whispering and half shouting. Before I could answer, he dragged me by my arm to our house, almost running. He was wearing only his blue boxer shorts. It was around two in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nooooo. Nobody scored. Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you realize what time it is? How many times did father and I tell you not to roam the streets again at night! You ruined my sleep! When father gets home, you'll get a good whack in your butt!" My arm ached from his grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm getting sleepy. This is how I plan to start my story for our INSTORY class. What do you think? Effective? Interesting? Boring? Scrap it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you later. Don't be full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115022183230134459?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115022183230134459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115022183230134459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115022183230134459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115022183230134459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/06/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-115005001474018302</id><published>2006-06-12T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:02:30.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 FIFA World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v639/albertsese/180n.jpg" align="left" /&gt;I didn't even know the meaning of FIFA until now that I decided to research about it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fédération Internationale de Football Association.&lt;/span&gt; Whew. Started in Paris on May 21, 1904. England won the first Olympic Football tournament in London, 1908. Then won it again in 1912. And I didn't even know that, until now. And I'm lovin' England more. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on Championship Manager. Ages ago (probably when I was 10 or 11 or 9 or 12), my older brother used to play this "game" wherein you manage football teams, Championship Manager. You didn't actually play the game, you manage the team. You trade players, renew their contracts, the works. It took him hours upon hours of playing that then stupid game. And then one day, I tried to play it. Of course at first I sucked, but I got the hang of it, and soon, I was the one playing hours upon hours of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am. Waiting for the scores in Yahoo! Sports, "watching" the game every 2 minutes where the page updates on its own. Thank God I have someone I can talk about it (hehe hi Beni).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Weh, England pa rin!&lt;/span&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England won its first match against Paraguay. I'm now waiting for France's and Italy's and Brazil's matches. US of A is currently being totally beaten by Czech Republic. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out FIFA updates &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-115005001474018302?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/115005001474018302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=115005001474018302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115005001474018302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/115005001474018302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/06/2006-fifa-world-cup.html' title='2006 FIFA World Cup'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114968914849665520</id><published>2006-06-07T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:03:39.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Write-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Calling all high school and college friends. You are all invited to join the ultimate game show, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Write-Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All you have to do is write me up a write-up for our yearbook! Of course, it should describe me, in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80 words or less&lt;/span&gt;. I know right! 80 words?? Who could possibly describe me in 80 words or less?? That's total injustice. Hence, the challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Winner gets his/her work written for our yearbook! Of course, credits and acknowledgements will be given to the winner. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plus a free movie pass to any movie you want ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can submit your entries to: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;albert.sese@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Deadline of entries will be on June 15, 2006, Thursday at 11:59PM. Late entries will not be accepted. This is serious! What are you laughing at?? Write now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114968914849665520?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114968914849665520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114968914849665520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114968914849665520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114968914849665520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/06/write-up.html' title='The Write-Up'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114964767779195966</id><published>2006-06-07T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:34:37.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>87</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stole this from &lt;a href="http://naeomi.livejournal.com/"&gt;Naeomi&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's for LiveJournal users only, but what the heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 80 movies, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 168 movie titles on this list. Put your score in header and repost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Grease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(1) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Boondock Saints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(2) Starsky and Hutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Neverending Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Blazing Saddles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) My First Mister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) The Virgin Suicides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) The Princess Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) AnchorMan: The Legend of Ron Burgandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Saw II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) White Noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) White Oleander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(3) Anger Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(4) 50 First Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(5) The Princess Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(6) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(7) Scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(8) Scream 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(9) Scream 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(10) Scary Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(11) Scary Movie 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(12) Scary Movie 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Scary Movie 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(13) American Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(14) American Pie 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) American Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(15) American Pie Band Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(16) Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(17) Harry Potter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(18) Harry Potter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(19) Harry Potter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Resident Evil I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Resident Evil 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(20) The Wedding Singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(21) The Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(22) Finding Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Finding Neverland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(23) Signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) The Grinch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(24) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(25) White Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(26) Butterfly Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(27) 13 Going on 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) I, Robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Robots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Universal Soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(28) Along Came Polly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(29) Deep Impact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) KingPin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(30) Never Been Kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(31) Meet The Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(32) Meet the Fockers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Eight Crazy Nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Joe Dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(33) KING KONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(34) A Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) The Terminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Passport to Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(35) Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(36) Dumber &amp; Dumberer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(37) Final Destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Final Destination 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(38) The Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) The Ring 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Surviving X-MAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(39) Flubber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(40) Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(41) Practical Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(42) Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(43) Ghost Ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Hellboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(44) Secret Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) I Am Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(45) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(46) Child's Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(47) Seed of Chucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(48) Bride of Chucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(49) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(50) Just Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(51) Gothika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(52) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Sixteen Candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Remember the Titans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Coach Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) The Grudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(53) The Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Son Of The Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Bad Boys 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Joy Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Se7en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(54) Ocean's Eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(55) Ocean's Twelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Lone Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(56) Bedazzled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) The Fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(57) Ice Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(58) Independence Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Cujo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Darkness Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(59) ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Children of the Corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(60) My Boss' Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(61) Maid in Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Frailty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) War of the Worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(62) Rush Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(63) Rush Hour 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(64) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(65) She's All That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Calendar Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Sideways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Mars Attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Event Horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Ever After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(66) Forrest Gump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(67) The Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(68) Terminator 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(69) X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(70) X2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(71) Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(72) Spider-Man 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Sky High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(73) Jeepers Creepers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(74) Catch Me If You Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(75) The Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(76) Freaky Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Reign of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(77) Cruel Intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(78) The Hot Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(79) Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(80) Shrek 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(81) Swimfan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Old School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(82) The Notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) K-Pax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(83) Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(84) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(85) Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(86) A Walk to Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( ) Boogeyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(87) The 40-year-old-virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is not even updated, there's no X3 for chrissake. Naeomi is more loserer than me =p (according to the guy who made this, bah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114964767779195966?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114964767779195966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114964767779195966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114964767779195966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114964767779195966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/06/87.html' title='87'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114935434436886650</id><published>2006-06-04T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:05:44.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall of Asia Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At last, I've finally been to THE (supposedly) largest mall in asia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM Mall of Asia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It all started when our GAMEDES class ended. So we went down to the lobby, and Rommel told us that Allan was coming to school to visit. So we chatted for a while, and then Allan came, and chatted some more, like an hour. And all the while, we were also deciding where to eat or what to do. Jamie suggested that we go to Mall of Asia. And we were all kinda in the mood for it, so okay. I thought we were gonna commute, which was okay with me (like duh, I've been commuting for half of my life), but it turns out that Allan brought a car (coolness). Hehehehe. So he drove us there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then, we were again thinking for an answer to the eternal question. On the contrary to what people know, "What is love? What is life?" is not the eternal question of the millenium. Surprisingly, after polling 6 billion people in the world, the eternal question is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"San tayo kakain?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever yan. Hindi iikot ang mundo pag hindi yan nasagot.&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the first thing that we thought of was Food Court (we kept on looking at those mall maps), but it was terribly jam-packed, so we walked around some more. We walked for almost an hour, because every fast food or resto was full (it was around 2PM, and they're still full). And the other stores were still closed. I think it was around 3 when we got to this place, Juanbambu (or something, I forgot). It's an asian fast food-slash-resto. Every food they served was new to me, and you know me, the experimental-slash-liberal when it comes to food. I ordered Hainanese Chicken something. Actually, almost all of us ordered that, except for Sue (they were James, Rommel, Jamie, and Allan). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gaya-gaya sila sa akin.&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The presentation of the food was mind-blowing. Like you're eating in a five-star hotel or something. Really. They had all this garnishings, plus the rice was in three little cute cups with more garnishings on top. And they had two different types of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sawsawan,"&lt;/span&gt; one was ginger, and the other was spicy salsa-ish thingy (ugh that sounded really conio, but please do inform me if you know the English of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sawsawan&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, the serving size was-- average. It's definitely not fit for someone who is very hungry, and believe me, we were VERY hungry. But the food's great still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we walked some more, and then we came across this popsicle store. Hehehe. Some of us ordered (Jamie grapes, Sue strawberry, Mel and Me chocolate). It was cheap, but small too. It was okay, after eating that spicy thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And walked and walked and walked. And we haven't even walked a quarter of the mall. It's that big. Really. It had a super super super very very great view of the bay or ocean or whatever. It was very windy and cool outside. Really refreshing actually. Almost as if you're on a beach. You can actually smell the salt water. It's not that bad. Smells like a beach. Haha. You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then we kinda got tired so decided to go home. And so we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And that's my first trip to Mall of Asia. I'm sounding like a kid telling a story for show and tell. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In another news--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kim won the Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition, followed by Mikee (ugh), then Gerald, and finally Clare. Yeah, I was already expecting that Kim will win (and praying very very hard that Mikee won't). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang, just wanted to share.&lt;/span&gt; Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ho well. It's 1AM and I'm feeling tired and sleepy. So I'm gonna go now. Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114935434436886650?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114935434436886650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114935434436886650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114935434436886650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114935434436886650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/06/mall-of-asia-experience.html' title='Mall of Asia Experience'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114926127017639547</id><published>2006-06-02T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:14:30.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;--apparently hasn't left me. I'm still searching for stuffs, pictures, video clips, trailers, anything. And Jamie suggested another X-Men paraphernalia. Comics. But I haven't started searching yet actually. But I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SPOILER UP AHEAD!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. We weren't able to watch that final scene after the credits. But Jamie and Jed have already seen it, so I searched for it in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_yJHdnqW38&amp;amp;search=x-men%203%20after%20credits"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. And there it was. I finally saw it. 18 seconds worth of hope for people like me who are praying the novena for a miracle: to have another X-Men movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote this guy from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0376994/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know why people are knocking this movie, it's pretty good. Especially on the improvements for Storm, they did a very good job on that. The way Juggernaut was kicking Wolverines butt in the Grey household... I have come to the conclusion that the people who are putting this movie down are bozos, plain and simple." - bishop42962&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I second that. I don't know why people are knocking this movie. The problem with people is, they expect too much. And forget to enjoy what's there. Why don't you try directing and acting those things then? People mocking it, sounding as if it's easy. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a million bucks with me, I'd spend half of it watching The Last Stand over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambit was supposed to be in the film, but the guy they wanted to act the role turned it down, so they removed his role in the movie. I'm reading other people's comments about the movie. There's this thread that says Cyclops might still be alive. Then there was this guy that said, if Cyclops was still alive, and so was Professor X, and the cure doesn't really work permanently, then the X3 Movie was "a waste of time," because they ended up as though nothing happened. I have to agree with him though, partly. But there will be changes. I don't think they can bring back Jean Grey. We have new characters (Angel, Kitty, Beast) and possible more new characters (Gambit, Jubilee [she appeared in the credits, but none of my friends remember her in the movie], Apocalypse [people's speculation]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, whatever. I love X-Men. I love the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114926127017639547?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114926127017639547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114926127017639547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114926127017639547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114926127017639547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/06/x-men-fever.html' title='X-Men Fever'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114904664414070924</id><published>2006-05-31T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:37:24.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigotry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I first came about with this word during high school. I was writing a reaction paper for our oh so great English teacher in fourth year. I typed in "prejudice," right-clicked it, and moved the mouse cursor to "Synonyms," and there it was, along with other strong words such as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;discrimination, narrow-mindedness, and injustice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up early today, considering that I slept at around 3AM. So I mechanically opened the computer and hooked myself to the net. Then blog-hopped. And once again, for God-knows-how-many times, I despised the way people tend to be narrow-minded, or worse, close-minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have this theory, you see. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People are naturally biased.&lt;/span&gt; They just can't help it. It takes will power, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real will power&lt;/span&gt;, to be fair, to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just.&lt;/span&gt; Let's take me for an example. I love Pokemon. I just love it. And if someone says something bad about it, my natural reaction would be to defend it. I wouldn't even bother think about what he said, because I love Pokemon. Why should I listen to someone who doesn't even understand it right, hence he said that bad bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a sub-theory of the theory above: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a person loves something/someone, his mind is closed about it,&lt;/span&gt; operative words being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;closed.&lt;/span&gt; Period. You just can't change his mind. So why bother right? If a person changes his mind about something, then he really didn't love it, even if he claims he did. Or maybe, not strongly loved it. You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's sad, actually, that there are people like this. I admit that I am close(d)-minded at times, but only about shallow things, like Pokemon, Ragnarok, X-Men, etcetera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesternight, I was chatting with a high school friend, and then he asked me, "How's school? Made new friends?" (Hahaha, sounds like a parent) Anyway, it actually got me thinking. And I answered him, "Lost old friends is more like it." Sadness. Yeah, we were both sad (were you?) and I said I really didn't want to talk about it. But I'm gonna talk about it now, because I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't think I really lost-lose them, you know. But it wasn't like before. I'm not only pertaining to one friend, not even two. A lot, actually, and it really is sad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this supposed to be part of growing up, of maturity?&lt;/span&gt; Whatever happened to those spontaneous days where we watch a movie, or eat out, or stay at Starbucks till they close. Whatever happened to those days where we actually had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe it's because we're all busy. Or maybe because we're all taking thesis now (hence, busy). Or maybe because they have more important things to do (hence, busy). Or maybe, just maybe, we've grown apart. It's sad, but true. People change. I used to believe that people can't change overnight. But apparently, they can. Another theory. Sort of like what I read in Archie Comics: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pictures don't lie, people do."&lt;/span&gt; That sounds irrelevant, but actually it is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free will.&lt;/span&gt; Ironic that it's called free will. Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before I forget, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belated Happy Birthday Angelaide!!&lt;/span&gt; We used to call each other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bespren."&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe. High school was so much fun and much more simple than college. Whoever invented college degrees probably didn't have friends in high school. Yes, that's another theory of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Life is about growing up, not growing apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114904664414070924?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114904664414070924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114904664414070924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114904664414070924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114904664414070924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/05/bigotry.html' title='Bigotry'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114900565051009398</id><published>2006-05-31T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:14:10.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Looking Like That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Westlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;She's a 5 foot 10 in catsuit and bambi eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Everybody's who's staring wouldn't believe that this girl was mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I should have know I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When I left her for a life in pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But they say you never miss the water until it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Guess I failed to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And you're taking it out tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How am I supposed to leave you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When you're looking like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I can't believe what I just gave away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Now I can't take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't wanna get lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't wanna live my life without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How am I supposed to leave you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When you're looking like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;She's all dressed up for &lt;u&gt;glamour and rock and roll&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Wanna squeeze her real tight get out of this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;If only I could take control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But she's out of my reach forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And just a week ago she lied next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's so ironic how I had to lose just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;To see that I failed to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And you're taking it out tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How am I supposed to leave you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When you're looking like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I can't believe what I just gave away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Now I can't take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't wanna get lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't wanna live my life without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How am I supposed to leave you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When you're looking like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't wanna forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't even wanna try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How am I supposed to walk on by when you're looking like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How am I supposed to leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I can't believe what I just gave away (oh no babe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cause I can't take it back (I'm lost)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live my life (live my life) without you&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to leave you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When you're looking like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How am I supposed to leave you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When you're looking like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I can't believe what I just gave away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Now I can't take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't wanna get lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't wanna live my life with out you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How am I supposed to leave you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;When you're looking like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114900565051009398?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114900565051009398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114900565051009398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114900565051009398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114900565051009398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-youre-looking-like-that.html' title='When You&apos;re Looking Like That'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114861824641062034</id><published>2006-05-26T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:20:14.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Nice To Be Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wahaha!! Yesterday is a glorious day. The happiest of the term, I tell you. Of course, it's too early to tell, as it is only the first week of classes of the term. But who cares. I was happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grabe.&lt;/span&gt; I can't express it any better. And I can't tell why either. Hehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasalanan ni Jamie!!! Pinaalala pa kasi si Six, ayan tuloy, bumalik sa buhay ko!&lt;/span&gt; Mwahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And yesterday, I was able to find the classic X-Men Animated Series as well! And that really made my day. I'm still downloading them. God, I didn't know they reached up to five seasons, each having at least 13 episodes. And I've only downloaded 9, each sizing up to about 40MB. Gahd. Goodluck to our hard drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha, I can't get over my happy happy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114861824641062034?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114861824641062034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114861824641062034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114861824641062034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114861824641062034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-so-nice-to-be-happy.html' title='It&apos;s So Nice To Be Happy!'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114847758485255348</id><published>2006-05-24T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:33:04.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Stand (At Last)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Woohoo!! I finally got to watch X3! And the wait was worth it. At least for me. I don't think my friends enjoyed it that much. But being the X-Men fanatic that I am, I am very pleased with the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's impossible for me to say other things about the movie without spoiling it for the pathetic people who haven't watched it yet (hehehe), so being the good samaritan that I am, I won't speak any further. It's a great movie, period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now that we're on the subject of X-Men, does anybody know where I can download the old X-Men cartoons? If you do, leave a comment. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All other things that happened today, are irrelevant. At least not anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114847758485255348?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114847758485255348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114847758485255348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114847758485255348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114847758485255348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-stand-at-last.html' title='The Last Stand (At Last)'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114840132351450524</id><published>2006-05-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:22:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a few more hours, I can finally watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X3: The Last Stand&lt;/span&gt;! Oh God, I can't wait. I just hope that the wait is worth the while, just like in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First day of school-- was a drab. Imag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ine. My first class is on 8AM, and my next class is-- 4PM! What the! What kind of nitwit would pick a schedule like that?? Oh right, I made my schedule. But what can I do?? The other blocks were full already. Dammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And our LITERA1 prof-- Oh, I love him alright, but definitely not his syllabus. He's so okay, personality speaking. But damn, you should see the course requirements. Poetry recital?? Who in their right minds would do that, not to mention in front of people I barely know?? I don't think I can handle that. The play part, I can deal with. And I thought that the impromptu speech I did last term was nerve-wrecking.  His syllabus is the fastest way to fail thesis. Too bad. He really seems to be a great prof. A great sense of humor, great English speaking skills (well, he better have. He's a doctorate degree holder), in short, a perfect English teacher. But screw the requirements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looks like we're dropping his class. Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows. We'll know tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oooohhhh... I can't wait for X3. Oh no, I'm sleeping past my bedtime. I'm conditioning my biological clock for me to sleep at 10PM and wake up at 6AM everyday, to accomodate my Tuesday-Thursday schedule... Sigh... I fell asleep on the bus, and went beyond my drop off point. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114840132351450524?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114840132351450524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114840132351450524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114840132351450524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114840132351450524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-stand.html' title='The Last Stand'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114806291082197213</id><published>2006-05-20T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:21:50.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPOILER ALERTS!&lt;/span&gt; Don't read further if you haven't watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At least for me (read: title). Oh man, classes are looming over the horizon, I can't take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, I am glad to announce that my apparent loser status in movies has finally ended. I have watched one of the year's most awaited films, and one of the most controversial, (but not as controversial as Brokeback Mountain), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was prepared for this one. I didn't expect one bit from the movie. Or maybe my long term memory loss of what happened in the novel got hold of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Unlike most novel-turned-movies, The Da Vinci Code (movie) was faithful. All (at least from my perspective) major events were portrayed, and very well at that. Tom Hanks did not disappoint. Nor did Audrey Tautou (errr I don't know if I got her surname right, I'm too lazy to search for it). Paul Bettany was exquisite. Ian McKellen had Magneto tendencies, but I guess that's his real personality which he can't control. Nonetheless, he was good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am afraid for those people who haven't read the novel yet. I'm sure that they will be shocked by what they will see, and hear. Indeed, as what TV shows and newspapers say, this is a test of faith for everyone. Everyone who'll watch it. As for me-- What is faith? It's nothing but a belief, just like people's belief in religion, or God, or love. I hate to say what the existentialist in me is saying, but we believe what we choose to believe. I don't believe in God because I've been brought up as a Catholic. I believe in God because I choose to. I believe in love, because I choose to. And from this point onwards (after watching the movie), choose. Choose what you want to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The movie's great, believe me. Not that great in special effects, but in everything. The people who want to ban it are blinded. They're afraid of having their faith tested, maybe because they know they'll fail, miserably. Boohoo, whore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My movie critic-ing powers are rusty, so sue me. Next stop, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X3: The Last Stand&lt;/span&gt;. Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On another note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been sleeping late lately, too late in fact, that around 4AM, I'm still awake, and listening on my phone's radio. And the funny thing is, when I was listening to one station, they said something about texting to greet, blah blah. So being bored that I was, I texted my greeting. And lo! After about 20 minutes, I heard my greeting! Haha! How cool is that. Okay, so maybe it isn't that cool. But cool nonetheless. Haha, I'm weird. And the next morning (yeah, I was up again at 4AM the next day), I texted another greeting, and I heard it again! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I have a major biological clock problem, which is apparent. And classes start on Monday! Well, Tuesday actually for me, but we have a thesis meeting on Monday. *sigh* It's the end of my vacation. On the bright side, I only have one term left, and it's off to the real world for me! Woohoo!! Can't wait to get a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Put them all together, and voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114806291082197213?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114806291082197213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114806291082197213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114806291082197213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114806291082197213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/05/summers-over.html' title='Summer&apos;s Over'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114788439282364401</id><published>2006-05-18T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:46:32.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;by Kamikazee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tila umibon kung lumipad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sumabay sa hanging ako'y napatingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa dalagang nababalot ng hiwaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mapapansin kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa dami ng yong ginagawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Kung kaagaw ko ang lahat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;May pag-asa bang makilala ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Awit na nanawagan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Baka sakali napakikinggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pag-ibig na palaisipan sa kanta na lang idaraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nag-aabang sa langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa mga ulap sumisilip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa likod ng mga tala kahit sulyap lang Darna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ang swerte nga naman ni Ding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lagi ka niyang kapiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Kung ako sa kanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Niligawan na kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mapapansin kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa dami ng yong ginagawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Kung kaagaw ko ang lahat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;May pag-asa bang makilala ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Awit na nanawagan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Baka sakali napakikinggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pag-ibig na palaisipan sa kanta na lang idaraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nag-aabang sa langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa mga ulap sumisilip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa likod ng mga tala kahit sulyap lang Darna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tumalon kaya ako sa bangin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Para lang iyong sagipin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ito ang tanging paraan para mayakap ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Darating kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa dami ng ginagawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Kung kaagaw ko sila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Paano na kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Awit na nanawagan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Baka sakali napakikinggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pag-ibig na palaisipan sa kanta na lang idaraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nag-aabang sa langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa mga ulap sumisilip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa likod ng mga tala kahit sulyap lang Darna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nag-aabang sa langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa mga ulap sumisilip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa likod ng mga tala kahit sulyap lang Darna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114788439282364401?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114788439282364401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114788439282364401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114788439282364401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114788439282364401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/05/narda.html' title='Narda'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114719435539080761</id><published>2006-05-10T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:05:55.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikaw Lamang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw ang pangakong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Taglay ng isang bituin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tanging pangarap sa Diyos ay hiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Makapiling sa bawat sandali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw ang pag-ibig sa araw at gabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw ang pag-asang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tanglaw sa dilim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Napapawing hirap at pighati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Langit ang buhay sa tuwing ika'y hahagkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anong ligaya sa tuwing ika'y mamasdan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa piling mo ang gabi'y tila araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw ang pangarap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw lamang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw ang pag-ibig sa araw at gabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw ang pag-asang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tanglaw sa dilim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Napapawing hirap at pighati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Langit ang buhay sa tuwing ika'y hahagkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anong ligaya sa tuwing ika'y mamasdan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa piling mo ang gabi'y tila araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw ang pangarap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw lamang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Langit ang buhay sa tuwing ika'y hahagkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anong ligaya sa tuwing ika'y mamasdan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa piling mo ang gabi'y tila araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw ang pangarap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw ang pangarap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw ang pangarap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ikaw lamang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114719435539080761?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114719435539080761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114719435539080761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114719435539080761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114719435539080761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/05/ikaw-lamang.html' title='Ikaw Lamang'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114706866646178632</id><published>2006-05-08T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T14:11:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'm back. My brother stole the pc from me yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I thought that that meeting with high school friends was the highlight of the week. It turns out that it's not, and better things were looming for me on the horizon (whatever).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday morning. As in wee hour in the morning, 5AM to be exact, was the time I slept. You can just imagine what time I would wake up. But my sleep was disturbed by my sister, at around 11AM. Turns out that another high school friend, Kareeza, was calling me. But I was so goddam sleepy that I told my sister to tell Kare that I wouldn't wake up. Hehehe. And I turned off my phone because she kept on calling me. Hihihi, evil me. I woke up at 2PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then my sister told me the shocking news. Highschool berks were going to Tagaytay, with me of course. And I was like, "What?? Tagaytay?? They didn't tell me about it!!" (Of course, in Filipino, hehehe) And that's when I turned on my phone. There were two messages, one from Kare and one from Sed, all saying that we're going to Tagaytay. And then I texted Kare and all that. To cut it short, I took a bath, when I finished, they were already here, and then we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh god, I couldn't believe it. Kare was driving, Yana was coaching Kare, Egay, Sed, Julius and I were going to Tagaytay. I couldn't believe it, even when we got there. I was soooo happy. I missed these guys so much. Too bad Morts couldn't come with us because she had an exam, and I thought I'll never see her again, but I was wrong, but that's for later. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So we stayed at Starbucks, took a gazillion pictures, and since I hadn't eaten lunch yet (it was 5PM at that time), we ate at Yellow Cab. And took another gazillion pictures. Hehehe. Of course, we were all telling stories in between everything else. Gahd I missed them so much. It's a good thing they picked me up. And that's when I thought of sleeping over at anybody's place. Everyone was game. Unfortunately, not everyone's moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Julius' mom was actually celebrating her birthday that day, so that means he can't. Sed and Egay's Mom's didn't allow them, which leaves me, Kare and Yana. Then I thought of Morts! We called her up and she was okay with it. So we left Tagaytay, dear Tagaytay. (Up to this point, I still couldn't believe everything).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We dropped Julius off, then Egay, then picked up Morts. Then went to Baywalk (Kare hasn't visited Baywalk ever), we stayed for like 10 minutes (hehehe), then dropped Sed off. It was great to see Morts again. Last time I saw her (and everybody else) was when we watched Goblet of Fire, and that's like November or December last year. We stayed at Kare and Yana's condo near Ateneo. They taught me how to play Mahjong and Poker (I forgot which variation... Sounded like Hold Em', I dunno). We used the Mahjong pieces as chips. Hehehe. Of course, we were drinking. Errrr what was our codename for it back in high school... That chemical they used for a science project... It starts with a letter "C." Bah, I can't remember.. Anyway, we drank gin orange shakes. Hehehe. Yeah, shake. It was cool, literally and figuratively. But we didn't get drunk. We weren't able to use up that small bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kare was tired from driving so she slept first, then Yana followed, so it was Morts and me talking all night, and all day, as it was already 6AM and we were still talking. Hehe. Oooohhh I so much missed this gal. We talked about everything. Almost. Mostly high school stuffs. I told her about my love life (if you can call it that), which is only fair since she told hers, and for not sleeping. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At around 7, we got hungry so we ate at McDonald's then went to Ateneo. Kare toured me and Karen around, then we drove off to UP Diliman and drove around. Morts and I were pretty sleepy, so we went back to Ateneo because we were planning on going to Kare's home in Manila to sleep, but Yana had other stuffs to do, so we left her, got back to the condo to get stuffs, and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Karen and I slept. When I woke up, I was alone in the room. I thought they both left me. Hehe. Karen was downstairs watching TV and Kare was nowhere to be seen. We decided to leave since Karen still had a meeting. That was pretty much it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're planning on repeating this this coming Friday or Saturday. It was soooo fun. I really really enjoyed it. Definitely a big big big break from staying home all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jevi!!&lt;/span&gt; I might go to Manila so you can treat me out, Government maybe. Hehe kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114706866646178632?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114706866646178632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114706866646178632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114706866646178632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114706866646178632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/05/reminiscing-part-two.html' title='Reminiscing Part Two'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114702047489137208</id><published>2006-05-08T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:47:54.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh gohd, this past week was the bestest week of my summer, or at least, so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Monday, May 1, was a Starbucks day, so I invited my sister to go to Starbucks with me to use that coupon. And then I saw a highschool friend, Julius, there too. But we didn't talk much since he was going home and I was with my sister. Okay, this isn't really the highlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next day, they (Julius, Danica, Lorette, all highschool friends) invited me to come with them and go to Lorette's place, you know, to catch up on stuffs and stuffs. Hehe. I got there at around 6PM, and then we chatted and played cards. Oh believe me, this is a big break from my monotonous summer vacay. And it's been a long time since I last played Trump Suit (or however it's spelled). It was fun. We also watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She's The Man&lt;/span&gt; (I wasn't able to watch it in the moviehouse due to my hectic sched last term). It was a great movie, though predictable. Or maybe it's my psychic powers. Hehehe. Julius had to leave at around 11 because he had to do something at home, so he went. And then we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hostel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh crap, it's the creepiest, most sick movie I've ever watched. Believe me. And I had a fair share of creepy, sick movies (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The House of Wax&lt;/span&gt;, etc.) It was so sick, I had headache. Seriously. It was THAT disgusting and gross and-- sick. No other word can explain it. Just plain sick. I wouldn't forget this movie, and the headache I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a good thing Lorette decided, or rather, insisted on watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Replacements&lt;/span&gt; after. And it's a good thing that we did, because I somehow forgot about Hostel, but not entirely. Kana is forever going to haunt our lives. Anyway, The Replacements was okay I guess. I think I've seen it in HBO years ago. It was good actually. But I'm not in the mood to do an in-depth analysis of it, so bear with "It was good" for the meantime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Errr I have to go. I'll continue this tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114702047489137208?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114702047489137208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114702047489137208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114702047489137208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114702047489137208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/05/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114616536451824476</id><published>2006-04-28T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T03:16:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Days for Philippine Democracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow. This article is so powerful, it made me copy-paste it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New York Times Editorial&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Dark Days for Philippine Democracy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Published: April 5, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Filipinos thought they had put an end to electoral chicanery and governmental intimidation when they overthrew the Marcos dictatorship two decades ago. Unfortunately, President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo has completely lost touch with the ideals that inspired that 1986 "people power" movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mrs. Arroyo is no Ferdinand Marcos, at least not yet. But this onetime reformer is reviving bad memories of crony corruption, presidential vote-rigging and intimidation of critical journalists. Unless the Philippine Congress and courts find ways to rein in her increasingly authoritarian tendencies, democracy itself may be in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was not the outcome people expected five years ago when Mrs. Arroyo, then the vice president, was swept into power on a wave of popular discontent with her discredited predecessor, Joseph Estrada. In those days, Mrs. Arroyo, a professional economist, was seen as an earnest reformer. She won further credit by pledging not to run for a new six-year term in 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then she changed her mind, and her style of government as well. Her narrow re-election victory became tainted after a tape revealed her discussing her vote totals with an election commissioner while ballots were still being counted. She survived an impeachment attempt over that incident. But she was forced to send her husband into exile over charges that he took bribes from gambling syndicates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Earlier this year she briefly declared a state of emergency in response to allegations of a coup threat that others disputed. Since then she has been intensifying pressure on a wide range of political critics and especially on the press. Government officials have warned news outlets that they will be held to restrictive new guidelines, the justice secretary talks darkly about a journalistic watch list, and the staff members of a well-known center for investigative journalism have been threatened with sedition charges. No Philippine government has made such efforts to muzzle the press since the Marcos era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;President Bush has repeatedly hailed Mrs. Arroyo as an important ally against international terrorism. He now needs to warn her that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by undermining a hard-won democracy, she is making her country far more vulnerable to terrorist pressures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's sad, that our leaders are like this. On a lighter note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When A Stranger Calls&lt;/span&gt;?? Or any movie for that matter... Raise your hands!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114616536451824476?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114616536451824476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114616536451824476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114616536451824476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114616536451824476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/04/dark-days-for-philippine-democracy_28.html' title='Dark Days for Philippine Democracy'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114615608423247997</id><published>2006-04-28T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:42:30.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dammit. I was already asleep, and I woke up-- and now I can't go back to sleep-- yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm... I suddenly forgot what I was going to blog about. Harhar. I'll get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114615608423247997?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114615608423247997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114615608423247997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114615608423247997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114615608423247997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/04/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114607723653320951</id><published>2006-04-27T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T02:47:24.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Earlier, I watched the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sweetest Thing&lt;/span&gt;, starring Cameron Diaz, Christina Applegate and Selma Blair. There was this book they were reading, something about the Ten Commandments of Love. And then there was the ninth commandment. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thou shalt love what's possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And it hit me hard. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right on the dot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaboom!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou shall love what's possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then I remembered this text message. It's in Filipino, but roughly translated, the gist (thanks Sed) of the message was-- on second thought, I'll write it in original context. Hehehe. I don't wanna waste precious brain cells on translating this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Nakailang iyak na ba tayo sa taong mahal natin? Siguro hindi na natin mabilang! Pero sa bawat tulo ng luha, natututo ba tayo? Bobo kasi tayo pag na-i-in-love. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minamahal natin yun pang taong di tayo kaya mahalin.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There. I think I posted this one months back. The one with many text messages. Anyway, there. Love what's possible ONLY. I will now rot in hell for ignoring this commandment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have a secret blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114607723653320951?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114607723653320951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114607723653320951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114607723653320951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114607723653320951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweetest-thing.html' title='The Sweetest Thing'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114598586339397497</id><published>2006-04-26T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:24:23.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I'm really feeling cheesy now, so I'll just post some lines from songs I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I love you... I loved you all along..." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far Away&lt;/span&gt;, Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dahil sa isang taong mahal mo, ng buong puso, lahat ay gagawin...&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makita Kang Muli&lt;/span&gt;, Sugarfree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Still I see tears from your eyes... Maybe I'm just not the one for you..." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken Sonnet&lt;/span&gt;, Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"And I see you fogging up the mirror, vapor round your body glistens in the shower, and I wanna stay right here..." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blinded&lt;/span&gt;, Third Eye Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"You were everything everything that I wanted..." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Happy Ending&lt;/span&gt;, Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"This time... All I want is you... There is no one else... Who can take your place..." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take Me Away&lt;/span&gt;, Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"And I don't know why... I can't keep my eyes off of you..." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and Me&lt;/span&gt;, Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa kanya pa rin babalik sigaw ng damdamin...&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa Kanya&lt;/span&gt;, MYMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause you're everywhere to me... And when I close my eyes it's you I see..." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everywhere&lt;/span&gt;, Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sigh* Where fort art thou? Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's over now, JV. They're all in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114598586339397497?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114598586339397497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114598586339397497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114598586339397497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114598586339397497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/04/awww.html' title='Awww'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114598120669816534</id><published>2006-04-26T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:06:46.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was about to blog something cheesy, and then sanity hit me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So instead of writing here, I'll write somewhere else. Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114598120669816534?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114598120669816534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114598120669816534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114598120669816534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114598120669816534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/04/l.html' title='L'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114576626216453180</id><published>2006-04-23T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:24:22.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After tinkering with LiveJournal for 30 minutes, I decided not to move. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Man, every page of it is screaming, "I am not user-friendly!!" Or maybe I'm just really not patient and-- well, not patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And those ads, ugh. I didn't even bother figuring out how to remove those. Well, it is cool that LJ's like a Friendster thing where you can connect with your friends and all, but man, a great user-interface is of the essence. How about those people who are illiterate in HTML and wants to just type entries (like me)? Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, on another note, it's been a week since the term was over, and I haven't done anything substantial, or at least blog-worthy. It's as monotonous as going to school everyday. And it's freakin' hot. My days are all the same. Wake up, open the computer, play, open the tv, watch a movie, play some more, sleep, eat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; eat, eat, eat. Heck. I really could use that vacation S22 peeps are planning. But I'm having second thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Riddle: How do you see something that's invisible, at least on the computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;CTRL+A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ha! The answer's right up there, and you can't even see it. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ho-hum. Gonna eat lunch first. Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114576626216453180?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114576626216453180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114576626216453180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114576626216453180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114576626216453180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/04/summers-here.html' title='Summer&apos;s Here'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114473659681399407</id><published>2006-04-11T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:23:16.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy And Pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I got a 3.0 in ADVANSE!! Wahahahaha!! I really didn't expect that. I was expecting a 1.0 or worse, another 0.0. But noooo, I passed, and even got a 3.0!! Wahahaha!! Thanks to Jeff, our group leader, for we got a high grade in the project because of him. And damn, I made a career out of that finals exam. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am pissed about CRYPTOG however. But let's leave it at that. And he didn't sign my course card, so I'll have it signed probably tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At least I won't be worrying about my scholarships anymore. Oh wait, I still have MOBICOM tomorrow, and NETWORK on Monday. I'm not that confident in these subjects, despite the high first two exams I got in NETWORK. ENGLTRI and THSST-2 I'm pretty confident. Hehehe. I got 3.1 in my impromptu speech, 3.25 (I think) in panel, and 3.6 in lecture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Harhar! That boring lecture speech of mine. So I'm expecting AT LEAST a 3.0 in ENGLTRI. God is good this term. And our thesis adviser told us that we're already 4.0 in thesis, so there. Gawd, I sound like a GC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Damn. It's so hot. I could take a bath thrice in a day. I can't wait for this term to be formally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114473659681399407?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114473659681399407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114473659681399407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114473659681399407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114473659681399407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-and-pissed.html' title='Happy And Pissed'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114417344522379786</id><published>2006-04-05T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T01:57:25.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking A Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't believe I'm studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I'm on a break right now, otherwise I would've gone mad. Nothing, just wanted to divert my attention to other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was really frustrating and irritating, but I'd rather blog about it on another day, since I have an exam later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;100 miles on the highway to oblivion. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sleepyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114417344522379786?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114417344522379786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114417344522379786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114417344522379786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114417344522379786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/04/taking-break.html' title='Taking A Break'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114408048992621210</id><published>2006-04-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:26:20.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Une Deux Trois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss French. Hence the title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I really can't think of an appropriate title, so there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Damn, and yet again, you were cute today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Harhar. I should be doing the ENGLTRI critique papers now, but as usual, I'm lazy. The term's almost over... Just one reporting, one MP, one problem set, two more critique papers, and two final exams, and it's over. I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;If you saw it, then you should do it in the whole page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha. Got a little riddle up there for you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I'm just confusing you guys. I went home with a friend today, and let's hide him in the name of B. He told me a story, and I was shocked actually, that I didn't know about it. And then he starts blaming me for why I don't know about it, ranting on about how I spend most of my time with other friends and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And it actually-- irritated me. And pissed me off to be blunt about it. Not at the person, but at the comment, or whatever you call it. I hate it when people say that to me. I mean, come on, what did you expect? For me to spend 24/7 with you guys, tailing you wherever you go and all? Do I say the same to you when you spend time with other friends? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not to sound like a Mr. Congeniality and all, but I have more friends aside from you guys you know. I wish I could duplicate, or even triplicate myself so I can spend my free time with all of you. But that's all it is, a wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, change topic. It's already hot here, and I don't want my blood to reach boiling point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Funny, how people can't see things, when it's right in front of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To tell or not to tell, that is the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114408048992621210?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114408048992621210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114408048992621210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114408048992621210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114408048992621210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/04/une-deux-trois.html' title='Une Deux Trois'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114369920333520681</id><published>2006-03-30T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:13:23.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On A High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangag. (albert you're so conio -jamie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In case you're wondering, we're at the computer lab right now, in a class. I haven't had much sleep yet (5 hours I think) and I haven't eaten breakfast and lunch, and yes, I'm so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangag.&lt;/span&gt; Harhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We (thesismates minus Jhaphet) slept over at Jocs' house to do, what else, but our thesis. I don't know if we're going somewhere, but I'm going nowhere. Harhar. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100 miles per hour on the highway to oblivion. Yooonnnn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Harhar. Thanks to Jamie for that-- that up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114369920333520681?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114369920333520681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114369920333520681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114369920333520681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114369920333520681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-high.html' title='On A High'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114338592472357558</id><published>2006-03-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:13:22.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our village picked the worst possible time to fix the village tanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's super duper hot, I'm almost fried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True friend count:&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmmm... Let's see who else is true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114338592472357558?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114338592472357558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114338592472357558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114338592472357558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114338592472357558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/03/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114304609943449710</id><published>2006-03-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:48:19.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erratum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On second thought, I'm not writing anymore about the elections, since it's over anyway. And I'm getting super lazy. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh gawd, the term's almost over. And I haven't done anything substantial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114304609943449710?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114304609943449710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114304609943449710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114304609943449710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114304609943449710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/03/erratum.html' title='Erratum'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114282390135763711</id><published>2006-03-20T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:05:01.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAPAT Sweeps the Executive Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have been silent for the longest time, but this is going to be a short entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 7th time in De La Salle University's Student Council History, and twice in a row, Alyansang Tapat sa Lasallista sweeps the Executive Board, producing it's 17th Student Council President, Simoun Ferrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My congratulations to all Tapat Leaders who won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way to class now, so like what I said, this will be short. But expect a very long entry when I get back. Behind the scenes of the 2006 DLSU Student Council General Elections. Prepare for the TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114282390135763711?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114282390135763711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114282390135763711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114282390135763711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114282390135763711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/03/tapat-sweeps-executive-board.html' title='TAPAT Sweeps the Executive Board'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114216445997868460</id><published>2006-03-12T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:54:19.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Yourselves In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://countmein2006.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;http://countmein2006.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114216445997868460?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10307926.post-114130015148659383</id><published>2006-03-02T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:49:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;by Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This time, This place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Too long, Too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just one chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just one breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Cause you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;you know, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stop breathing if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;One my knees, I'll ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'd give it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'd give for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Cause you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;you know, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stop breathing if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But you know, you know, you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Cause I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I need to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And I forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;For being away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Believing hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keep Breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Believing hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keep Breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keep Breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114130015148659383?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114130015148659383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114130015148659383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114130015148659383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114130015148659383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/03/far-away.html' title='Far Away'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114123556275591856</id><published>2006-03-02T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T01:52:44.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday, was very tiring. Despite the four-day weekend, all my energies were used up. I walked/ran from Gox, to Central, to Yuchengco 6th floor (of course I used the elevator, but still), back to Gox, to Central, to Yuch, back to Gox... You get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hence, I didn't go to school yesterday (it's Thursday now). My legs and arms were screaming in pain. And I woke up with my right arm numb. As in numb, as if all the blood and nerves disappeared. But I was so sleepy and tired, that I just straightened it and went back to sleep. I didn't even feel scared that my arm might be "dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student Council General Elections. Sigh. Let's all hope and pray that this year's elections will be clean and honest, as it's supposed to be that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a lighter note, gawd, I love Keanna Reeves!! Woohoo!! Go Keanna!! Svetti and I were talking about her a while ago, and she sent me this mail about "Keanna Quotes." Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Wisdom of Keanna:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: "Di ko alam na pinag-uusapan ako kasi ba't naman ako nila paguusapan? Di ko naman bertdey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: "Andami kong pimples wala kasing moisturizer eh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rico: "Ano?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: "Bakukang.. Andami kong bakukang (pertaining to her pimples)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rico: "Anong bakukang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: "Insekto.. (tapos sabay hipo sa mukha niya)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: "Buti na lang pinaligo na tayo, akala ko kasi sa Sabado pa puwedeng maligo. Paano kaya sila matutulog non?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna to Koya: (About not taking bath) Pakiramdam ko po kasi hindi na ako FRESH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: "Rustrum!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Roxie: "Rustom hindi Rustrum!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: *deadma mode* "Pakealam mo? Mayaman ako sa letter R!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: (habang nagwawalis) "Hindi ako makatulog na madumi ang bahay kasi. Tapos mahilig pa kayong magkape. Gusto ko tuloy kayong paluin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: Ang hirap kaya mag-dishwasher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna ay nagpa-fashion show sa harap ng mga housemates habang nagpo-pose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna - "Dapat pala ay mag-pouch ako"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Housemates - "Pout hindi pouch (tapos halakhakan)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna - "Eh ano yung pouch past tense"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;RULE: Bawal galawin ang furnitures ng wala akong pahintulot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: "Edi bawal pala gamitin yung rocking chair? kasi gagalaw yun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: (from the rule book) "Si big bra.. brother ang magbibigay sa inyo ng mga kakailanganing gamit...(thinks)... e bat di natin makita ung kamay ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;big bradir eh sya pla magbibigay( sbay twa sila..)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;__________________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ZANJOE: "Yung kapatid ko ZANDRO..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;KEANNA: "Lahat kayo start sa 'S'??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keanna: "Ay naku wala na pag-asa tayo mag-modern times. Ito pa din ang toothbrush... Talagang back to BISIKS tayo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh gawd. I love that bakukang and pouch thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Text BB KEANNA send to 2331!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114123556275591856?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114123556275591856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114123556275591856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114123556275591856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114123556275591856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/03/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114018818286044989</id><published>2006-02-17T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:56:22.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dear Albert,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Congratulations, you passed the initial screening and you are one of the short listed applicants for a potential SMART IT career. Please expect a call in the next few weeks from our recruitment officer for further instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thank you for participating and exploring possible job opportunities with SMART through the IT Summit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Start your career with us and make that SMART move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, it's the end of another school week. Gawd, the days are passing by at the speed of light. So many things, great things, happened today. One of which is above. A great way to end my day. The others, harhar! Too great to be mentioned here. SMART, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114018818286044989?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114018818286044989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114018818286044989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114018818286044989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114018818286044989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-this-day.html' title='I Love This Day'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-114011624375868285</id><published>2006-02-17T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T02:57:23.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am so confused right now. I don't know who's who anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had my impromptu speech in ENGLTRI earlier, and I sucked. I totally messed it up. I stuttered a lot, and I totally had mental black-outs. Crap. I was so glad that the topic chosen was the topic that I wanted to talk about (Brokeback Mountain), but even that wasn't enough to bring me to my speech mode. I hate impromptu speech, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I am so sleep deprived. I need to hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my letter to the Editor. Can't wait for the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-114011624375868285?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/114011624375868285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=114011624375868285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114011624375868285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/114011624375868285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/02/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113967925151718502</id><published>2006-02-11T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T01:34:11.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Knew How To Quit You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's probably the best line in this year's most celebrated, most talked about, and most controversial movie of the year, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brokeback Mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We (Jevi, Svetti, et al) have been waiting for this movie since November of last year I think. The producers (or whoever) decided to postpone the showing so that it will be included in the Oscar's. Well, even if it kept us waiting forever, it was a smart move, as this movie is now a frontrunner in the Oscar's. With good reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We watched its premiere night, sponsored by Cinemanila, yesterday at Robinson's Galeria. I had to ask my friends how to get there, as my geographic prowess is only limited to Las Piñas and Manila. To cut it short, I got there, in one piece. And I got there alone. Jevi and Svetti still had classes, so I decided to go ahead of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before I begin my point of view on the movie, let me tell you that this movie is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faint of heart&lt;/span&gt;, nor for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conservative, close-minded ignorants.&lt;/span&gt; Face it people, it's year 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So most of you probably know why this movie is very controversial. It's because this movie is about two guys, falling for each other. Now, I don't know if it was really love or not. They didn't say "I love you" to each other. They just, kinda grew on each other, if you know what I mean. And take note, the setting was 1963. Homosexuality wasn't really that-- "famous." They actually said in the movie, Heath and Jake, that they weren't queer. Well anyway, that pretty much is the twist in the story, and everything else revolved around it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was actually-- even if I hate to admit it-- disappointed. And it's probably because I was expecting a lot from the movie, and obviously, my expectations weren't met. But it was still great. There were actually a lot of shocking scenes (yeah, even I, with my liberated and open-minded thinking, was shocked). There were a lot of things that I didn't expect, which compensated for my expectations not being met, which, in turn, makes the movie great, at least for me. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was pretty much prepared to cry my heart out, but no, there were no cry-able scenes. There were I-almost-cried scenes, but that was it. Now, you might be wondering, "Then what made the movie great?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, let's enumerate. One, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the scenery.&lt;/span&gt; Gawd, the scenes were so breathtaking. Every scene was captured with it's natural beauty, the mountains, the lakes, everything. The production (in Jevi's terms) was awesome. Really 1960's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two, the background music.&lt;/span&gt; FYI, Brokeback Mountain won four Golden Globe awards, one of which is Best Original Sound, along with Best Dramatic Picture, Best Director, and Best Screenplay. And FYI, Brokeback Mountain has eight Oscar nominations (Best Picture, Achievement in Directing, Best Actor - Heath Ledger, Best Supporting Actor - Jake Gyllenhaal, Best Supporting Actress - Michelle Williams, Best Adapated Screenplay, Achievement in Cinematography, and Best Original Score). But I'm going off my point. Yeah, the sounds were terrific. The sounds pretty much said what the mood of each scene was. Very appropriate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*POSSIBLE SPOILERS UP AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three, the actors,&lt;/span&gt; Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal. I have one thing against Heath though. The way he spoke in the movie, damn, you'd need a subtitle to understand what he was saying. But it was part of his role, like what Jevi told us. Heath's character was a shy type of person, who never spoke much, and when he did speak, it was slurred, as if he did it on purpose so you wouldn't understand what he was saying. But they were both good actors. Damn, they have to be, after pulling off those kissing scenes so well. Yeah, they kissed a lot. Well, not really a lot, but it was a lot for two guys, if you know what I mean. Hahahaha! Especially that kiss when they meet after four years of not meeting each other, you could really tell that they were longing for each other. Everything else was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four, the actresses,&lt;/span&gt; Anne Hathaway and Michelle Williams. Michelle performed better, probably because she had more lines. Both of them had breast exposures, which probably is the reason why the movie was rated R-18 (aside from the kissing scenes of Jake and Heath, and the other things they did together [I won't tell]). So yeah, Michelle was better, because she had more opportunity to show her feelings on the situation. Damn, when she saw Jake and Heath kissing, everyone in the movie house was like, "Oh my gawd." And how she acted after that scene, was superb. The way she cried when Heath left because he said that he and Jake were going fishing, your heart would really feel what Michelle was feeling, the way she acted. She definitely earned the Best Supporting Actress nomination in the Oscar's and the Golden Globe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five, the plot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, here's where the ultimate spoiler would be.&lt;/span&gt; All I knew about the movie was that Heath and Jake fell for each other, they got married to Michelle and Anne respectively, met after a few years, and still they felt something for each other. Nothing more. I really didn't expect that Jake would die. It all happened so fast, I didn't realize that it was going in that direction. Going back, if you ask me, I'd say that Jake wasn't really "straight" since the start of the movie. At their very first scene, Jake was checking Heath out. And he made all the first moves in the movie. But anyway, Jake-being-not-really-straight-since-the-start isn't the issue of the movie, and it's my own opinion anyway. The issue is, how they fell for each other, and why. Well, they were pretty much stranded in the mountains, if you don't count the hundreds of sheeps, some dogs and two horses that they've got as company. So they had no choice but to talk to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It all started when Jake slept inside the tent, and Heath outside. Then Jake woke up in the middle of the night, hearing Heath's incoherent coughs. It was probably very, very cold outside, judging by Heath's acting. So he told Heath to go inside. What happened next is, I'm not saying. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I changed my mind. I don't want to tell the whole story (believe me, I was about to). I'm sure most of you wouldn't watch this movie, and I don't really care if you do or not. All I'm saying is, Brokeback Mountain is definitely a break from the norm. A great deviation from the usual, too-good-to-be-true love stories. I'm sure that this movie is also possible to happen iRL, just like the other movies. What separates Brokeback Mountain from the other movies, aside from the eight Oscar nominations (hehehe), is that it showed us a new, different, and yet real, life-shocking situation, as if you're hit head on with a truck. Brokeback Mountain is definitely on the top of my most favorite movies of all time, though it didn't beat Just Like Heaven in the number one spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Brokeback Mountain, in its entirety, exquisite-ness, and beauty. I congratulate Ang Lee for directing such a great movie, and everyone involved in its award-winning product. I can't wait for the Oscar's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Twice in a day, you got out of my grasp. I Wish I Knew How To Quit You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113967925151718502?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113967925151718502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113967925151718502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113967925151718502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113967925151718502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wish-i-knew-how-to-quit-you.html' title='I Wish I Knew How To Quit You'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113950479759701490</id><published>2006-02-10T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T01:41:19.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kumulo dugo ko... Onti pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentary lapse of judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113950479759701490?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113950479759701490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113950479759701490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113950479759701490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113950479759701490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/02/x.html' title='x('/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10307926.post-113939534721260269</id><published>2006-02-08T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:42:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a question for you guys. What if a boy/girl that you like said that he/she will leave his/her current girl/boyfriend so that he/she could be with you. What will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I think I got the best answer from a friend (let's not name this person, because I don't know if it's okay with this person, but let's call this person X for the purpose of easier reference, and let's say X is a girl). X said that she won't accept the offer, even if she did like the guy or not. Why? Because what makes her so sure that the guy won't do the same with her, leave her for another girl? Did you get the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come to think of it, X is right. I never really looked at it from that perspective. It's sad, but it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On another news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know, but time seems to be running so fast. The weeks I've spent in school seemed like a second. Is it just me? I'm definitely not enjoying school (in contrast to the saying that time flies faster when you're having fun). So what's making it run fast, as if something's chasing it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing exciting has happened in my life since I don't know when. I'm getting monotonous. Somebody, save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113939534721260269?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113939534721260269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113939534721260269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113939534721260269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113939534721260269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/02/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113912609982464198</id><published>2006-02-05T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T15:54:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Day and Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was out for almost 18 hours of the 24 hours of Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up at 545AM (or better yet, my father woke me up) yesterday, in preparation for the Smart IT Summit which starts at 9AM. I was soooo sleep deprived from the days before, but thank God that he was able to wake me up. Showered, dressed, ate, then off to school, where I was supposed to meet the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got there at 730 I think. Then waited for Joyce, Kaine and Don. Joyce arrived first, then Kaine. I asked them to bring me a nailcutter, because my nails were so long and I forgot to cut them. Good thing they both brought one, which makes two. Hehehe. We waited till 8, but Don wasn't still there, so Joyce called him up. And gawd, Don was still at home! The nerve. So we decided to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We rode the taxi to SM Megamall where the summit was going to be held. We got there at 8 something, and then waited for Kester, Karen, and Don. Blah blah blah... Hehehehe. The summit started, we didn't win any raffle prizes, we got free henna tattoos, we waited till 5PM for our job interviews doing nothing but TextTwist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, Kareeza was there too! Small world. So from after eating lunch to 5PM, we just walked around Megamall. The job interview was okay, it was pretty much like chatting with a guy working in Smart. It was probably the best job interview I ever participated in. I was able to answer all of his questions almost confidently, but of course sometimes I still groped for words and stuttered. And then... Oh gawd. I don't even want to remember it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So after the job interview, we waited for JV. He got there at around... 6 or something. Then we ate at El Pollo Loco. The food was good there. I think the last time I ate there was when I was 7 or 8 or 6. Haha. Then we watched Zathura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*POSSIBLE SPOILERS UP AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And good Lord, I was soooo disappointed. Sorry Frytz, but I think you saying that Zathura is way better than Jumanji urged me to expect a lot from the movie. But crap, it was so damn predictable. The moment the astronaut said, "Dude, you're meat," I already knew that it was Walter all grown up. And then he showed the same card that said "You're promoted to Fleet Commander" or something that the young Walter had, and it was such a giveaway. And he kept on saying Dude. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was one funny part though. When Walter was ejected into space, the girl behind us was totally surprised! She was like, "Aaahh!" Hahahaha! JV and I were trying so hard not to laugh out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, the visual effects were great. But the plot, is the total opposite. I've seen only three movies since January 1, and they all sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After that, we went back to Taft, and stayed for a while at Starbucks. Then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I slept at 1AM, and woke up at 1130 or something. Long sleep, but not enough to pay the sleep debts I incurred days ago. So there, nothing much else to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113912609982464198?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113912609982464198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113912609982464198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113912609982464198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113912609982464198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/02/saturday-day-and-night-out.html' title='Saturday Day and Night Out'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113846824278131190</id><published>2006-01-29T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:10:42.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animo La Salle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woohoo!!! This year's University Week celebration totally rocked!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha! I'm so happy, I'm just gonna tell you why!! I won a webcam!!! Woohoooo!!! And it's so freakin' great! Hehehe! Just installed it. A hundred times better than our previous webcam! Well, our previous one totally sucked anyway. Harhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fine fine fine, aside from the webcam, the celebration, especially the culminating night, was really a blast! Rivermaya and Kjwan were there. They totally rocked the house. That's the Central Plaza to you and me Lasallians. Oh my gawd, I can't even explain the hype that I'm feeling now. Hahaha, expect a lot of pictures from me from now on. Or maybe after this face of mine has cleared up. This hectic week caused a massive breakout of pimples in my face. Rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am definitely feeling lucky this new year, Chinese New Year to be exact. Oh yeah, did you see the girl who won the million prize in Game Ka Na Ba? She's definitely luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, can't stay and chat for long. I'm gonna sleep early, so the massive breakout would subside, hopefully. Kung Hei Fat Choi! (Did I get it right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113846824278131190?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113846824278131190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113846824278131190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113846824278131190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113846824278131190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/01/animo-la-salle.html' title='Animo La Salle!'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113820973960407824</id><published>2006-01-26T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T01:22:44.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't login in Yahoo Messenger. Weird. I can't even connect to the Yahoo! Website, and I can't download my files in GetRight. But I'm connected to the Internet. Of course. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113820973960407824?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113820973960407824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113820973960407824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113820973960407824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113820973960407824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/01/rawr.html' title='Rawr'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113811930391533795</id><published>2006-01-25T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:15:03.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, My Only Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Close To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;There's nothing I won't try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just to make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;To get a little closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Would be so divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And everytime I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You make me come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I always watch you near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In you I found the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh why don't you smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Shine on baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh why don't you smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Shine on baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;With you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Girl it feels so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And now that I'm close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I could stay all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;No matter where I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;No matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the end your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Brings me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh why don't you smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Shine on baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh why don't you smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Shine on baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You shine so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I can't believe you're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;And everything may change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But to me you'll always shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh why don't you smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Shine on baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Smile my only star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113811930391533795?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113811930391533795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113811930391533795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113811930391533795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113811930391533795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/01/smile-my-only-star.html' title='Smile, My Only Star'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113803770413520284</id><published>2006-01-24T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T01:43:51.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friendster!! Their search engine, aside from the user search, is so stupid. It's not even arranged alphabetically!! Heck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been looking for someone, sometwo actually, and haven't found any of them. My stalking powers are rusty. Well, I only know their first names, so it's a lot harder. And what college they are in. But still... Like what I told JV, either my stalking powers are rusty, or they're losers and don't have a Friendster account. I think they're losers. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well, back to the drawing board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, JV, Svet and I watched Underworld Evolution earlier. I didn't like it much. Probably because I wasn't able to watch the first movie. Or not. Hehehe. The plot was so complicated. The sequel was obviously made for people who were able to watch the first. What I mean is, Evolution was a "strict-sequel." Errr... you get my point. You wouldn't understand the movie, unless you were able to watch the first one. There. And the fight scenes... Wait, what fight scenes? They're not as amazing and incredible as... Matrix, or... Charlie's Angels, or... You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually missed Only You for it. Tsk tsk. Bad decision. Oh well. It's been ages since my last movie, and Jamie's already ahead by... 5 movies? Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113803770413520284?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113803770413520284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113803770413520284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113803770413520284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113803770413520284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate.html' title='I Hate'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113794644778594755</id><published>2006-01-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:16:17.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I fell asleep earlier, at 8PM, and woke up 1030. How am I supposed to sleep now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow's another school day... Another day... And somebody won the PhP150M prize in lotto??? Like what I told Rommel, I think it was just a "plan" of *deleted*. Nobody really won. They just took it. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMG. There are five good movies this week, and I haven't watched one of them!!! There's Narnia, Little Manhattan, Jarhead, Rumor Has It, and St. Ange. Crapness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113794644778594755?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113794644778594755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113794644778594755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113794644778594755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113794644778594755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/01/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113783037561170565</id><published>2006-01-21T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:59:35.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dumbly!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's my bloggy's birthday!! I was supposed to give it a new template as my birthday gift, but it's hard to think of a concept you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113783037561170565?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113783037561170565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113783037561170565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113783037561170565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113783037561170565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-dumbly.html' title='Happy Birthday Dumbly!!'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113776329498856217</id><published>2006-01-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:23:01.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm putting myself up for adoption. Any takers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can wash the dishes, do the laundry, clean the house, cook, and anything you ask me to, in payment for a house to live in. Anything to get me out of this stupid house with stupid people. I'm serious. Dead Serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I swear to God, the moment I get my first salary, I'll get an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113776329498856217?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113776329498856217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113776329498856217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113776329498856217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113776329498856217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/01/wanted-house.html' title='Wanted: House'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113751459743193645</id><published>2006-01-17T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:24:54.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a compilation of text quotes. I've thought of this ages ago, and I was about to blog about my most unforgettable experience in DLSU (even worse than the abyssmal defeat of Tapat during the Frosh Elections 2003), but then I decided to spend precious time on this one. I tried translating the Filipino quotes to English, but it was futile. So here goes. A Sad Story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You love someone not because you want them to love you too. But rather, you love them simply because you found no reason not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Naka ilang iyak na ba tayo sa taong mahal natin? Siguro di na natin mabilang. Pero sa bawat tulo ng luha, natututo ba tayo? Bobo kasi tayo pag nagmamahal. Minamahal natin, yung pang taong di tayo kaya mahalin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's so hard pretending to be friends with someone special, when everytime you look at that person, it just hurts even more. Knowing all that you see is ultimately you want, but can't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lagi mo sinasabi na sana magparamdam na yung taong magmamahal sayo. Sabi ko nasa tabi tabi lang yun. Tapos ngayon sasabihin mo na nakakapagod nang maghintay?? Tang ina, mas nakakapagod kaya magparamdam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mahirap ma-inlove kapag friends kayo. Why? Paano mo sasabihin sa kanya na, "Hay! In love na ako!" Syempre itatanong niya, "Kanino?" Masasabi mo bang, "Sayo! Tulungan mo naman ako. Diba friends tayo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I heard someone say that if wishes don't come true, the sky would cry. One night, I thought of wishing upon them, and I wished that you could be mine. But just when I was about to close the window and sleep, it rained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;If I could hug you, I would. If I could hold you close, I would. If I could love you forever, I would. It's not that I don't have the will... I just don't know if I have the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Isang araw, may bumatok sa akin, sabay sabi, "Matauhan ka nga! Di ka niya mamahalin!" Tumawa ako pero tumulo luha ko... Nasabi ko na lang, "Di naman ako umaasa, mahal ko lang talaga siya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mahal ko siya kahit mali. Hinintay kahit sobrang tagal. Nagbigay kahit ubos na. Nagparaya kahit sobra na. Lahat ginawa ko. Kulang pa rin ba yun para mahalin ako? O sapat na yung para sumuko na ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I've done the bravest thing in my life, letting go of someone I loved so much. But as I've done my bravest thing, I've never felt so weak. All I could do is breakdown, cry, and wish that I never was that brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My friends asked me, "Mahal mo pa ba?" Then I replied, "Oo, sobra." Then they asked, "Eh bakit di mo ipaglaban?" I just whispered, "Masaya na siya, guguluhin ko pa ba."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's true, setting someone free is the hardest thing to do. It's not the tears you cried that makes it so hard, but the small piece of hope left inside your heart that someday, you'll still end up together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Losing the one you love hurts. Some people say that you'll get over it easily. But it really isn't easy, especially when that person you love, was the only love you ever wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;For you, it hurts when the only person you want to hold on to forever is with someone else. All you can do is continue loving them... watch them from a distance, then walk away and say, "There goes my life..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The quotes in bold are my favorites. Sad, huh? That pretty much sums up mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113751459743193645?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113751459743193645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113751459743193645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113751459743193645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113751459743193645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/01/sad-story.html' title='A Sad Story'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113742101337350345</id><published>2006-01-16T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:16:53.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$*#(@*%&amp;amp;^!!!! I went home early to watch Only You, and I missed the part I was so much waiting for!!!! $*#(@*%^!*#(@*%^!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I changed the channel to Studio 23 since it's been forever since I last watched Charmed. Then I changed it back to channel 2, but it's still commercial, so I changed it back to 23. Now, ordinarily, the Jump button would send me back to channel 2, without pressing more than 1 button. But crap, it didn't register!!! I was pressing and pressing Jump, and it was too late. When I manually changed the channel, Jillian was already leaning her head to TJ's shoulder. Crap!! I missed the part where TJ was pulling Jillian's head, which is why I went home early!! Dagnabbit! Now I have half a mind to buy the Only You series in CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, you're probably thinking, "Kadiri si Albert, nanonood ng Only You." But whatever you say, I won't be affected. I like Only You. The plot is, well, unique. Of course, it's the usual rich guy-poor girl story. But with many twists involved. And the way TJ's eyes glitter and sparkle when he sees Jillian, you'd really see that he loves her. Awwww. TJ is a great actor, as well as Jillian. Well, she really acted great in that "tuod" scene of hers, in the movie. Hehehe. Really funny. Damn, I missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been a long while since I last wrote an entry. Well, school's the same, boring. But I'm trying to make the most out of it. Ewww. Whatever possessed me to say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, I hate that security guard!! Earlier, when I entered Gokongwei, of course we scan our IDs. Then my ID made that sound that basically means, "Uh oh." It says on the computer that I have to go to the Registrar's office. Good thing that the guard didn't ask me to walk all the way back to the South Gate. He just asked for my EAF, and good thing that it was with me. So I showed it to him, and he let me inside. No, he's not the guard that I hate. Although I can't remember if he was that one or not. Anyway, I decided to go to the Registrar's office later, since I'll be late for my class if I went there right away. So at around 5PM, I went there with Svet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It turns out, that the Registrar's office was "paging" for me. It was about my work there. Then Mr. Santiago talked to me and asked me to do a research. After that, I talked with Mr. Salitar (Mr. Santiago's secretary or assistant) and told me that he already had the page lifted, so my ID won't make that noise anymore when I scan it. But noooooo. When I went back to Gokongwei, and met JV, we were gonna go and eat, we passed through the Miguel entrance from Gokongwei, and when I scanned my ID, tutututututut!! That's sort of like the sound it makes, which means they haven't really lifted the page! And so I explained to the guard that the Registrar's office was looking for me and I already went there and said that they had the page lifted. I doubt that the guard was even listening to what I said. He seemed like not believing my story. And he was saying something like, "Sa South Gate kayo dumaan." And I was like, "Are you joking me??" I was about to tell him off, but I didn't. I just kept my cool and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know what the problem here is? Definitely not me. And even if I hate to admit it, it's not even the guard's fault (but I still hate him). It's the Registrar's fault. I mean, what kind of paging system is that?? They make your ID beep like you're in deep shit, and you have to walk all the way back to South Gate (that is if you're entering through another gate). It's a hassle you know. They (the OUR staff) didn't even think that it would be a problem for students. Don't they know that the guards send the students to the South Gate if your ID beeps like that?? I'm really considering talking to them about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll stop here now. I don't want my blood to boil any further, as it's already hot here. I'm gonna play Scrabble with my fam now. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113742101337350345?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113742101337350345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113742101337350345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113742101337350345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113742101337350345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/01/only-you.html' title='Only You'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10307926.post-113609468415961926</id><published>2006-01-01T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T13:51:24.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, Oh New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, this year's New Year celebration, was my least favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hours before the clock hit 12 midnight last night, I was feeling like "this is the most abyssmal new year's celebration I've ever celebrated in my whole nineteen years, six months and four days of existence in this world." But everything came through in the last hour, but wasn't enough to cover the pathetic feeling I felt hours before that. It was okay anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good thing was, I got a caller, two actually, but I didn't know at first. It must have been months since I last used the telephone, so I was asking myself "who could possibly call me at this time of the year," when my sister told me that the call was for me. And boy, was I surprised. It was my long time phone-buddy, Erica! Back in highschool, we used to call each other almost everyday. Non-stop gossiping. Hahaha! Well, at least that was in third year highschool. A lot, as in a lot, has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, so there, she called me, and then greeted each other Happy New Year. And then she told me that somebody was listening, which confused me, because I was using the cordless phone, and our other phone (the cord-full one) wasn't being used, as I was sitting beside it. It turns out, Joakim was there! Not in Erica's house (which is sad, hehehe), but on another line. He three-way-ed us. So we ended up chatting and listening and joking around. It was fun actually. Almost like our yesteryears. Haha. Good thing they called too. I was almost ready for burial, as I was rotting like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh no, they're gonna kill me for what I'm going to type next. Talking to them was fun and all, but at the same time, (here goes) kinda-- awkward. Haha. It's hard to explain, especially when they HAVEN'T TOLD ANYBODY YET (dagger looks at the two of them). C'mon guys. It's new year. (Yes, I'm talking to the both of you) Anyway, yeah, there were awkward moments (only for me), listening to them talk. Hahaha! Awkward in a good way, so don't get me wrong. Of course, I am soooo happy for them. They, are my masterpiece in my bridging career. The cherry at the top of the cake. So you better not let the cake rot, OR ELSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I'm not gonna tell you guys why hours before that I was feeling crappy, because it's new year, and I don't wanna spend the rest of the year ranting about this and about that. My grandma just came home from the US of A, so were all heading to our relative's house where she was staying (to get all our loots, hehehe) later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, my sister and I were watching the news last night, and they featured Feng Sui (is it Sui or Shui, I don't know and I don't care) and how to become rich and 2006 predictions. I was kinda irritated with the predictions part. They were saying that there will be natural disasters this year and all. Like DUH! As if that doesn't happen. I mean, it wouldn't take a Feng Sui expert to tell that. In what year did no natural calamities happen anyway. Look, no offense to people who believe in that and practice that and all, but c'mon. Who were they kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And they also "predicted" that our country will suffer more economic and political problems. Again, DUH! When didn't that happen? Okay, I may be sounding pessimistic, or maybe I'm sounding wise. You choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enough of that. I'm reposting my new year's resos so I can remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Less softdrinks, or better yet, no softdrinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Less spicy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Less junk food, or completely none. For good ol' health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Exercise more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Eat more fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Eat more veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Never skip meals, especially breakfast. For dear ol' stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. STUDY. Oh my God, this is gonna need some serious work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Spend less on not-so-important things (I'll do this when I'm done with the Starbucks card).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Watch at least one movie every week (If and only if, one, I have money, and two, there's a very good flick, or maybe not even a good one, but at least appealing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Be honest. Note: Being honest is not the same as telling stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. Do charity work. Looking forward to FTK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. Spend more time alone. For my sanity's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm... I think I need to add more. I'll think for some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh no. I just thought of it now, I wasn't able to do number 7 today. Too bad. I'll make it up tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Around 1AM, my sister and I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days.&lt;/span&gt; It was okay. Haha. I'm not a big fan of Kate Hudson, nor of Matthew McConaughey (I checked the spelling of that, so no NSWTS here, hehehe). It was sooo predictable, that I could be a Feng Sui expert. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, our brother who was in Saudi called us. The usual, greetings and chatting. It's been almost a year since he left. And for three (or four) straight years now, we haven't celebrated Christmas that we are complete. In 2007 (because my brother's contract in Saudi is two years, hence he won't be with us in Christmas 2006), hopefully we will be complete again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lot of things, good and bad, happened in twenty-oh-five. And that's an understatement. I met new friends, made new enemies (did I?), I can't even think of what to put next because they're so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoping that 2006 will be better, for me, and for all of us. Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113609468415961926?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113609468415961926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113609468415961926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113609468415961926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113609468415961926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-oh-new-year.html' title='New Year, Oh New Year'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113600617162830480</id><published>2005-12-31T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T13:16:11.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yep, a few (if you can call 10 few) hours left, and it's a new year! And here I am, in front of the computer again. Hahaha. Looks like that part of me will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I've posted my New Year's resolutions in the previous previous post. Hope I can do them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've spent my money already x| And that's why I'm stuck at home. I'm not really in the mood for blogging. Just wanted to greet you guys. Have a merry merry new year! May we all have a great year ahead of us. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113600617162830480?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113600617162830480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113600617162830480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113600617162830480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113600617162830480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113545923175025288</id><published>2005-12-25T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T05:20:31.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the season to be jolly, la la la la la, la la la la!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;[Drama mode, ON!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sana ngayong pasko, maalala mo pa rin ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;At kahit wala ka na, nangangarap at umaasa pa rin ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113545923175025288?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113545923175025288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113545923175025288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113545923175025288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113545923175025288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113525450697477815</id><published>2005-12-22T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T05:11:52.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My ulcer's worse than I thought. It's killing me now. Since yesterday. My mom's gonna kill me, if ulcer doesn't kill me first. Crap. I can feel the gastric juices slowly eating my insides. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vacay's still boring. Hoping for something exciting and more blog-worthy to happen. I've half a mind to sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This post was too short, and then I thought of something. On the way home from school, I was thinking of my resolutions for next year. Here are some of what I thought of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Less softdrinks, or better yet, no softdrinks. Ulcer's still killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Less spicy food, same reason as 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Less junk food, or completely none. For good ol' health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Exercise more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Eat more fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Eat more veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Never skip meals, especially breakfast. For dear ol' stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. STUDY. Oh my God, this is gonna need some serious work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Spend less on not-so-important things (I'll do this when I'm done with the Starbucks card).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Watch at least one movie every week (If and only if, one, I have money, and two, there's a very good flick, or maybe not even a good one, but at least appealing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Be honest. Note: Being honest is not the same as telling stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. Do charity work. Looking forward to FTK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. Spend more time alone. For my sanity's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that I'm at it, let's see my wishlist for Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   1. The new dark blue gray Chuck Taylor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   2. &lt;strike&gt;A bloody red messenger bag to go with my bloody red belt and bloody red Chucks.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;Not what I had in mind, but I already bought one. Hehehe. The problem is, there's a Blue Magic writing in front. It's not that pathetic, but I'd rather have a plain one. Oh well, I'll think of ways to remove it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   3. A N6260 casing, even if it doesn't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   4. A wireless keyboard for my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   5. A bluetooth USB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   6. A 512MB (or higher) RSMMC for my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   7. A 256MB RAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   8. A 128MB (or higher) video card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   9. An external CDRW/DVDR. (Eww, I'm being so techy with all the above stuffs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  10. A bloody red sweater, to go with number 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  11. A new pair of contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  12. Complete set of One Tree Hill episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  13. Complete set of Charmed episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  14. Complete set of Smallville episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  15. Complete set of X-Men cartoons episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  16. Complete set of Pokemon TV series episodes, and movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  17. Complete set of Sex and the City episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's not much if you ask me. They're just basic needs. EDIT: Just added numbers 12 to 17, so the list is not so basic anymore. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113525450697477815?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113525450697477815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113525450697477815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113525450697477815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113525450697477815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-pain.html' title='In Pain'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113517817174658395</id><published>2005-12-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:16:11.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of the Christmas break and I'm dying already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night, my knees were aching so bad, I didn't fall asleep right away, even if I was  too sleepy. I ended up eating, then texting people. Good thing JV was up. Even if he's a super duper slow texter. Haha! Anyway, I fell asleep waiting for his reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And when I woke up, my stomach was aching. I didn't know if it was hungry or needed to go to Yuch. But I think it's an ulcer attack. Heck, it's still aching now, even after eating and drinking medicines. I was planning on sleeping early, in hopes of fixing this wretched bio clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now how on earth am I going to finish that Starbs card. Still have ten stickers to go. Anybody? Hehehe. People, well, Starbs people (Joyce and JV) are in their provinces now. I guess I could con my sister into treating me. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boooorrriiiinnngggggg... Even blogging seems boring... Sorry bloggy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speaking of my bloggy, one month to go, and it's his anniversary!! Yay!! I'm gonna celebrate it, with my new Starbs planner! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113517817174658395?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113517817174658395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113517817174658395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113517817174658395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113517817174658395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113502533597145773</id><published>2005-12-20T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T04:48:55.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;442 in the morning and I'm typing away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crap, my sleeping habit's definitely gone haywire. Lately, I've been sleeping so early (like 7 or 8 or 9 or 10 in the evening, mind you, that's early), and I wake up so early too! (like 12 or 1 or 2 in the morning!) And then I won't be able to sleep until 9 or 10 or 11 in the morning! Crap. And it's course card distribution day today. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This day marks the official end of the term. Another boring vacation, if you can call an almost-less-than-two-weeks "vacation" a vacation. Errr... Never mind. I miss the times during high school when Christmas (and summer) vacation meant going to my Tito's house in Pangasinan, right in front of a beach, with my family and relatives. Heck, I miss the days when we went to the beach. I can't remember the last time I went to one. That must mean something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing, just wanted to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113502533597145773?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113502533597145773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113502533597145773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113502533597145773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113502533597145773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/12/ho-god.html' title='Ho God'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113493182030605492</id><published>2005-12-19T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:50:20.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Had Me At Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woohoo!! My first Job Level 50 character in Ragnarok! And my first crusader! Woohoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehehe, sorry for that. Well, I can officially say that the term is over, even if our course cards haven't been given yet. I've been doing nothing but sit in front of the computer since Friday night. Gahd, whatta way to spend the Christmas break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speaking of Christmas, I can't believe that I'll feel my most scary experience during this holiday season. I think it was Saturday, I woke up very early, like 7 in the morning. That's early for me, and I slept at something like 4AM. So I woke up, opened the PC, and played, as usual. Then at around 11AM, I felt sleepy, so I went to my sister's room, and slept there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After ten minutes of lying down, I thought I was asleep, but I wasn't. I felt like I was sleeping, but then I felt like I was awake too. And when I tried to get up, I couldn't. It was like my body weighed a thousand tons. And then, I remembered Frytz' and Ross' experience, just like this. And hell, did I ever feel scared! Before Frytz told me his and Ross' experiences, I've already felt this, feeling like I was awake but I was really sleeping, not being able to move my body. I usually jerk my body even if it seemed impossible, and it always works. I wake up after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But after Frytz' creepy stories (just ask him about it if you want), I felt, "What the hell, what's happening to me??" I almost lost my cool. I tried to open my mouth and shout, but I couldn't. I opened my eyes (or at least I remembered opening my eyes) and saw the wall of the room. I immediately closed it, because I might see something (or someone) else. And then I remembered to pray. Okay, you're probably saying something like, "Whatever, Treb." But really, I prayed. I just finished saying one word, "Lord," and then I felt electricity going through my whole body, like my whole body's feeling cramps. And the more I got scared. I tried to continue my own prayer (remembering that at scary and creepy times like this, you should pray your own personal prayer), and luckily I was able to. My prayer still started with "Lord," but I forgot what I said next. I think it was something like "You are the most powerful of all." Again, after I said the word "Lord," electricity coursed through my body again. And then I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boy, did I ever felt scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I've watched two movies since I last blogged. One, In Her Shoes, and the other is King Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One word describes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Her Shoes.&lt;/span&gt; Draggy. The plot is oh-so plain. Starring Cameron Diaz and Toni Collette (NSWTS*), it's about two sisters who are totally different. Toni's the goody-two-shoes sister, while Cameron's the bitchy one. Well, I really didn't want to watch this one, I wanted to watch The Fog. But JV made me and Karen watch this. Okay, so The Fog isn't a good movie either (according to friends), but I still didn't want to see In Her Shoes. Anyway, I expected this movie to be a semi-comedic one, as Cameron's there. But nooo. I can count in one hand the scenes where we laughed. Okay, so I cried in the last part. Well, that's because I really have shallow tears (errr, that's a direct translation, I didn't know the English equivalent). Anyway, it's a so-so movie. Go watch it if you have no other choice to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King Kong.&lt;/span&gt; You wouldn't believe this, but I was laughing three-fourths of the time we were watching the movie. And it's three hours long. Ahahaha, I can still remember it. Svet and I were making fun of the movie (not because it's ugly or pathetic or anything, we just made fun of it) which caused us to laugh almost every ten minutes. JV was hissing us, which is very un-JV. He should've been laughing with us, but noooo, it's his debut movie, so I understand. Good thing the others weren't hissing us, or I guess they were, but we didn't hear them, as we were so engrossed in laughing our heads off. King Kong's very likeable, if you're watching it with Svet and Me. Hahaha! Seriously, the movie's good. Fantastic visual effects. Exaggerated production (in a good way). Naomi Watts is gooood. Not to mention very beautiful. I didn't like Jack Black much. And oh, Adrien Brody's (NSWTS*) nose is to die for. As in, I'd die if I had his nose! Hahahaha! My gawd, the holes of his nose is bigger than King Kong's! Hahahaha!! Not that I don't like Adrien, but come on. With a nose like that?? He should've had it remade or something. Anyway, I'd say it's a must-watch movie, if you can hold your pee for three hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That makes 30 movies this year. I still have a lot of catching up to do with Jamie's 36 movies this year (and counting, I think). Hope she won't watch the MMFF movies. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm, that's about it... 6 days to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You must be wondering what's the title about. I got it from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erry Mguire&lt;/span&gt; (NSWTS*). Watched it a couple of nights ago. Good movie. Not a very funny one, but good anyway.  Also watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghost&lt;/span&gt; just last night I think. Now Ghost, is a great movie, bearing in mind that it's a 1990-ish movie. The special effects weren't that great, but I told you, it was done a long time ago. Anyway, the plot is what makes it a very great movie. Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze (NSWTS*) did a great job on playing their roles. And Whoopi Goldberg is a riot. She is sooo good at making people laugh. Definitely a classic, one that you must watch or you're gonna be branded a loser. Hehehe. And a few hours ago, my sister and I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garfield&lt;/span&gt;, and Garfield said that line too, "You had me at hello," so there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You had me at hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*NSWTS - not sure with the spelling. I'm too lazy to look for their correct spellings, so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113493182030605492?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113493182030605492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113493182030605492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113493182030605492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113493182030605492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-had-me-at-hello.html' title='You Had Me At Hello'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113429693753204651</id><published>2005-12-11T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T02:14:09.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another term ended (almost)! But before I rant about this term's hurray's and boo's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a freakin dream! Dammit, I had four 0.0's this term! I mean, what the fcuk?? Talk about nightmare. No, don't get me wrong. I'm not a grade-conscious person, but who would want that? I was just thinking of my mom, my scholarship and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, speaking of 0.0's, I, unfortunately, got one. He-who-must-not-be-named-one failed me. You know, the subject that I was planning to drop ages ago. So there, I got what I dreaded months ago. I knew this would happen if I didn't take precautionary measures. And I didn't. So there. I'm actually over with it now. I already told my mom the moment I was sure that I am really failed in it so I wouldn't have to carry the burden till the 20th, where we will receive our other course cards. But even if I am over with it, I'm still not happy about it. Being over is different from being happy. Who's happy with a 0.0 right? So my problem now is I have to talk to SFA and DOST for my scholarships. Hope they won't pull the plug on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;DELETED!! That's what you get when you pester me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still have some school stuffs to do. A project and a summary paper for RELSFOR, a finals exam in GRAPHIX, and another in JPRIZAL. A few thesis stuff as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I actually wanted to blog weeks ago, but the past few weeks have been one hell of a roller coaster ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last, last week, we had our first and last thesis defense. We weren't able to do our defense on the first opportunity because we passed our papers 5 or 10 minutes after the deadline, and they're really strict with deadlines, so we missed our first chance. On our defense day, we were sooo nervous, because if we fail in the defense, we fail our THES-1. One panelist (he-who-must-not-be-named-two) almost literally and figuratively cooked us. I was almost expecting a redefense verdict, even if there wasn't any redefense anymore. But luckily, we passed! Woohoo! And to think, our thesis adviser, Sir Bart, wasn't even there to back us up. Maybe it was my lucky-bloody-red long sleeves, the same one I wore when we did our defense last term. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At last, I got to watch my most awaited movie of the year (or at least after I saw it's trailer), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/span&gt;. And was I soooo relieved that I didn't get disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just Like Heaven, starring Reese Witherspoon and Mark Ruffalo, is one hell of a chick-flick. It's now my most favorite movie of all time, overthrowing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Walk To Remember&lt;/span&gt; who stayed in the number one spot since it was released. There are a lot of things that I love about this movie, and let me enumerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, the actors. Reese and Mark (whoa, first name basis) are very good actors. They're very likeable, and they're both good-looking. They really portrayed their roles well, very convincing, very real, that it's almost surreal. I really felt the emotions that they were portraying. Oh, I can still remember it like it was yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Second, the plot. Well, to be honest, the first parts of the movie were very predictable (I'm trying to be discreet here so that I won't spoil the movie for you, because I'm really recommending this movie to you guys.), I won't mention the parts. But the twist at the end. Oh, the pain, the pain! I cried like there was no tomorrow! I was trying so hard to stop my tears from falling, seeing that JV was beside me (hehehe), but I miserably failed! My mouth was trembling from trying sooo hard to stop the tears. But I gave in. I wanted to wail and moan and cry my heart out, and I almost did. But there were other people. Hehehe. From that particular event in the movie, to the end, I was crying. I didn't cry that hard in AWTR and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If Only&lt;/span&gt;, combined! Well, I am sensitive so not all of you will probably feel the same way after watching the movie. They, JV, Kaine, and Don, deny that they cried. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Third, the supporting actors. Well, only one, which is Jon Heder. I don't know the guy actually, and I didn't like him in the trailers, because he seemed like an antagonist. But he turned out to be very likeable as well, and funny. He's this psychic who can feel spirits, so I like him. Hehehe. We're in league. (I'm 99.9% parched here, I could really use a cow-lah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So there. Just Like Heaven. I didn't know that it was based on a novel by Marc Levy (I think the title's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If Only It Were True&lt;/span&gt;, or something, which I'm planning to buy) till I saw it in the movie. I'm planning to buy an original copy of the movie once it comes out. We watched it again, but I didn't cry as hard as before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahhhh, shet. I feel like crying just by thinking of the movie... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm... What else, what else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, Nene won in Pinoy Big Brother. I guess she deserved it, seeing that she's really poor, and really a Filipino at heart. But I still love Cass more. Hehehe. She's so beautiful and sexy and hot. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So there. Can't think of anything to say anymore... Maybe later, something will pop out. Till next time! Cheerio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt; Ignore the countdown in the right. I didn't get to finish the other numbers. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113429693753204651?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113429693753204651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113429693753204651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113429693753204651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113429693753204651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/12/pre-christmas-post.html' title='Pre-Christmas Post'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113316228320519317</id><published>2005-11-28T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:18:03.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watched helpless as he turned around to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;after all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;when my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a part of me died when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;only in hopes of dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that everything would be like is was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;they disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;after all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a part of me died when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;after all this war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;would you ever wanna leave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe you could not believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that I loved you more than you will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a part of me died when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a part of me dies when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113316228320519317?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113316228320519317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113316228320519317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113316228320519317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113316228320519317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/11/blind.html' title='Blind'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113307827424969513</id><published>2005-11-27T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:57:54.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Para sa mga nang-boycot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Para sa mga hindi tumulong na dapat tumulong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Para sa mga "maaagang" nagsubmit ng requirements...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Para sa mga "maraming" ginawa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Salamat. Astig kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113307827424969513?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113307827424969513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113307827424969513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113307827424969513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113307827424969513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113303289201056186</id><published>2005-11-27T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T03:21:32.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exorcism of Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DANGER: Possible spoilers up ahead. Continue at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, our thesis defense practice got postponed, so Mad, Don and I went to Rob instead to watch a movie, two movies in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first one we watched was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/span&gt;. Based on a true story, the plot revolves around the trial of a priest, who was accused of negligent homicide, when the girl she was caring for died. The girl was in fact possessed by demons, at least that's what the defendant (?) claims. The opponent (not the politically-correct term for it, but I forgot how it's called) thinks otherwise. Because Fr. Moore suggested that the girl stop taking her prescriptions, he caused her death. Yeah, I'm bad at remembering things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyhoot, Emily, or rather the actress who played Emily's part, was good. She's an effective actress, making you really think that she was possessed, with all that stiff body, stiff fingers look. Really creepy. But wasn't really that scary if you ask me. I was more terrified with The Eye. There are parts that are shocking and scary, but that's it. It won't leave a lasting effect. At least for me it didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was a part in the movie that was interesting though. There was one scientist who was called to the witness stand to give a testimonial or whatever it's called. She specialized in giving scientific explanations for possessions. Errr, possessions as in possessed by the devil. She said something about the drugs that Emily took caused her to be trapped in the possessed state. Exorcism was supposed to cut her off from the possessed state, but the drugs prevented her from responding, and therefore the exorcism was a failure. She also said something about a hypersensitive person. A hypersensitive person is someone who is-- not normal. He has connections with the-- errr I forgot how the scientist called it, but something close to the supernatural world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyhoot, she also said that a hypersensitive person can see the future, and other non-normal stuffs, that I forgot. Hehehe. Anyway, I remembered the seeing the future part, because I feel that I can. Well, not on purpose like Phoebe on Charmed. Most of my dreams come true, which is scary actually. Sometimes they happen a year after, and I get this feeling of deja vu, like almost every other day. So, I'm now an OC-HS person. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a technical analysis, the special effects were okay. The sounds were good. The production, so-so. The cinematography, could have been better. Conclusion, I wouldn't recommend this movie to you guys, even just to scare you. Not that scary, really. Or maybe I'm really not that scaredy-cat type of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next stop, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prime&lt;/span&gt;. Prime's about a 37-year old divorcee, who meets a 23-year old mama's boy. Uma Thurman (Kill Bill series), the 37, feels that it's wrong to fall in love with Greenberg, the 23, so she consults with her therapist. Turns out that her therapist is 23's mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A really witty movie, actually. Had me laughing for some time. The plot is really witty. (BIG SPOILER UP AHEAD!) Anyway, the moral of the story is, age doesn't matter, however, not every love story ends happily. And that's what made the movie effective. It's so real. Not one of those absurd chick flicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I loved it. This movie, I'll recommend, especially to those who loves witty chick flicks like me. Movies like these aren't criticized technically, they are more plot-wise analyzed. The ending's really sad, but a good ending at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm still waiting for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/span&gt;. I've seen this movie ages ago. I hope it will be released this coming Wednesday. You know what makes Just Like Heaven intriguing? Well, in case you didn't know the plot of it, it's about a doctor (Reese Witherspoon, Legally Blond 1 &amp; 2) who dies, and Mark Ruffalo (13 Going on 30) renting the place Witherspoon used to own. Reese doesn't know that she's dead. The intriguing part is, the ending. I'm really wondering how the story will end. And it better be good. I don't wanna get disappointed. Heck, I waited for it forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other worthwhile movies, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chronicles of Narni&lt;/span&gt;a and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zathura&lt;/span&gt;. Well, Zathura's not a priority, unlike Narnia, but if I have the time and money, I'll probably watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've watched 27 unique (watched Goblet three times) movies this year so far. Can't wait for JLH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;28 days before Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113303289201056186?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113303289201056186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113303289201056186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113303289201056186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113303289201056186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/11/exorcism-of-pride.html' title='The Exorcism of Pride'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113299405675170725</id><published>2005-11-26T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T16:34:16.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DigiWeek Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At last, our college's celebration of it's 24th anniversary, otherwise known as the Digital Week, ended yesterday. No more running to LS building back to Gokongwei twenty times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Night was held at the 6th floor of the Sports Complex building. It's actually a parking lot, but a very spacious one. It's actually a-- decent place to hold a concert. Our guest bands were Imago, Menaya, and SpongeCola. But seriously, I like Batopik better than these three bands, combined. I'm sure that they'll be famous someday, so watch out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the organizing problems are over now. Next problem, thesis defense. We will be having our thesis defense on Tuesday, so somebody please wake me up at 6AM. This is our first and last chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: BaToPiK&lt;br /&gt;Words &amp;amp; Music by Frytz Razal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.&lt;br /&gt;umaga na naman pangsampung gabing gan'to&lt;br /&gt;ang isip tumatakbo sa walang hanggang daan&lt;br /&gt;patungo sa kawalan&lt;br /&gt;di na naman dinalaw ng antok&lt;br /&gt;gan'to na lang parati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;titingin sa'king tabi iisiping nandiyan ka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ngunit wala, ngunit wala ka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ref.&lt;br /&gt;sawa nang magbilang ng araw&lt;br /&gt;ayoko nang maghintay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gusto kong marinig ang tinig mo&lt;br /&gt;gusto kong madama na ako'y mahal mo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng paghintay ng langit sa liwanag na pinagkait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gustong malaman ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bakit may isang daang rason kung bakit hinahanap ka&lt;br /&gt;at pag ika'y kaharap natatandaan ko lang ay isa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ref.&lt;br /&gt;sawa nang magbilang ng araw&lt;br /&gt;ayoko nang maghintay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gusto kong marinig ang tinig mo&lt;br /&gt;gusto kong madama na ako'y mahal mo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng paghintay ng langit sa liwanag na pinagkait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge&lt;br /&gt;bakit hintay nang hintay&lt;br /&gt;ayoko nang ----- maghintay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng paghintay sa paglaho ng lungkot at sakit&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng paghintay sa mga matang pumikit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 days before Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113299405675170725?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113299405675170725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113299405675170725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113299405675170725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113299405675170725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/11/digiweek-night.html' title='DigiWeek Night'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113277562909319683</id><published>2005-11-24T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T03:53:49.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batopik, Cueshe, and Everything in Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, rather yesterday, was very tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got to school at 12PM. Helped the Digital Week CoreComm for the UBreak Activity. Our invited band was Cueshe. They totally rock. Hehehe. MET them once, in QCSHS. Take note, MET, and not saw. Hehehe. I wasn't able to take a picture WITH them though, in QCSHS and yesterday. But I was able to take lots of pictures from them, mostly because of Karen's request. Hehehe. Anyway, they're really good. And they're kind. Kinda down to earth. At least that's what I think they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Batopik played after them. Haha, I'm bias. Batopik totally rocks. Yeaahhh!! I really love their original compositions, especially Cram. Too bad they didn't play it. Well, they're still great. More on Batopik later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the UBreak activity, we had to prepare for Pasicatchan. Damn, Karen and I had to walk from Gox to Southgate, not only once, not even twice, but God-knows-how-much. We went to William Shaw Little Theatre, counted the broken chairs, went back to IMS, blah blah blah. Pasicatchan started at probably 630ish. We (Catch2T7 BA) were constantly walking at the sides of the theatre, going out, going in, checking stuffs, everything. Walked back to South Gate to check on Marlon and Shanee. Turns out that they're already inside (long story). So Jamie and I went back to WSLT. A lot of walking has been done by yours truly. The last walking, before IT happened, Don and I went to the Nook to get his stuffs. And when we were walking back to WSLT, IT happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The muscles at the lower portion of my right knee, totally ached. A very excruciating and unbearable pain. Somebody crucio-ed me (as if I've felt a crucio before). I swear, I could have died right there of pain. I almost cried. I didn't know why I didn't. The major pain eventually passed, but it was still painful. I couldn't put pressure on my right foot. Don went ahead to look for JV, but he wasn't outside, so he helped me walk back to WSLT. Got inside, and sat. I felt sooooo weak. And I hate it. When I walked in front to see the-- I forgot if it was the 2T6 band or other, I had to hold on to JV's shoulder just so I could steady myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the event finished (more on the results later), Don, JV and I were about to go to Gox to see if Karen was there, when we met her halfway, in front of Miguel building, and then she told us to go back to WSLT to get the extra food. While we were walking, IT happened again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This time, the muscles in my lower knee, left knee, ached so bad! Just like the first one. And at that time, my right leg still hurts. I was almost off-balanced. I almost cried. Somebody was crucio-ing me again. I really almost fell. Good thing JV was there. He helped me walk back to a seat. Gawd, it really was painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At least I was still able to make it home. Got home at past 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'm really disappointed with the results. Batopik finished as first runner up :( I wanted them to win soo bad. Of course, I wanted our (2T7) singers and dancers to win as well. Our dancers finished first runner up too. Well, even if Batopik didn't win the big win, they're still number one for me. Naks! Hahaha! You guys are the greatest. Looking forward to your next gigs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here I am, sitting in front of the PC. Didn't notice that it's already 349. Humiga na ako kanina, actually, I really felt tired and drained, but for some unknown reason, I wasn't sleepy. So I stood up and opened the PC, and decided to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My muscles are still aching. I don't think I can make it to school later. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;31 days before Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113277562909319683?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113277562909319683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113277562909319683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113277562909319683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113277562909319683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/11/batopik-cueshe-and-everything-in.html' title='Batopik, Cueshe, and Everything in Between'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113267955738869096</id><published>2005-11-23T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:14:19.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avada Kedavra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somebody, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After semi-updating my blog, blog-hopping and posting my new URL to friends, I had the urge to blog. Somebody avada kedavra-ed my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the HP craze is still with me, after two hectic days in school. Like I mentioned before, I have watched the movie three times. The first one, was in Gateway. How can I forget, I was superbly annoyed and angry and-- wait, I don't wanna remember that thing. Anyway, I wasn't able to watch the first 50 minutes of the film. Freakin 50 minutes. Errr-- Yeah, I'll try to forget that. Anyway, I watched it with high school friends, namely, Kareeza, Karen (Mortell), Kester, Yana, Sedricke, Dan, Jaze, and Krissa. Some of these guys, I haven't seen since God-knows-when. Yeah, that long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As much as I hate to admit it, (not really), I cried. Haha! Sorry Jamie, Rommel, and others interested in seeing me cry. You didn't see me. Hehe. Anyway, yeah, I cried, when Cedric died, when the dead spirits started appearing (especially Harry's parents and Cedric), when Harry brought Cedric back to Hogwarts (via portkey), and when Dumblydorr gave a speech about Cedric. Awwww. And yeah, I cried too when I read the book. Sheesh. What a cry baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We weren't able to catch up much on each other's lives, as the others went home right after the movie. Some of us ate at Taco Bell first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you think I'm a cry baby, wait for the next parts. The second time I watched it, was in Robinson's Manila. I was with S22 peeps, namely Lex, Mico, Jed and Z. And yeah, I cried again. Hahahahaha!!! In the same parts. Shit. I don't think they saw me though. Hehehe. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The third time, still in Rob, actually, I didn't pay anymore, coz we were gonna watch in the same cinema. Hehehe. Watched it with JV, Karen (Casimiro), Mad and Don. And no, I didn't cry. Hehehe. Twice was enough. I guess I ran out of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I didn't even tell how the movie was for me. It was-- spectacular. I really loved it, even better than the first three movies. The Durmstrangs were really menacing, and I really loved it. Especially when they entered Hogwarts with their sticks and all... Hehehehe. There is one thing that bothers me though. Fleur (the Beauxbatons champion) was portrayed-- well, too weak. When I was reading the book, I imagined her to be very strong and a fighter, and of course beautiful. The beautiful part, she was okay. Kinda. Hehehe. But the strong fighter part, definitely not. Or maybe I just forgot the book... I'll read it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I still love the movie. They did a great job in including all major events in the book, from the Quidditch World Cup to Voldemort's return. Minor details were forgotten of course, but I wasn't ticked off one bit. It's great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And yeah, I feel like somebody's avada kedavra-ing me. I really feel tired and weak, with all these activities in school. Not only physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. Damn, I didn't expect it to be this hard. Or maybe it's just a dementor. Somebody conjure a patronus for me. (Cornyyyy...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And yeah, "yeah" is the word of the blog for me today. Hehehe. Gotta go now... I wanna rest for tomorrow's dilemmas, problems, and God-knows-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 days before Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113267955738869096?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113267955738869096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113267955738869096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113267955738869096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113267955738869096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/11/avada-kedavra.html' title='Avada Kedavra'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113251146983340586</id><published>2005-11-21T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T02:31:09.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Removed the Harry Potter template. I've seen it three times already. Hehehe. Great movie. Definitely the most-awaited movie of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll probably create a new template during the Christmas break. 34 days before Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113251146983340586?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113251146983340586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113251146983340586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113251146983340586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113251146983340586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/11/removed-harry-potter-template.html' title=''/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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-10307926.post-113113104744904566</id><published>2005-11-05T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T01:38:13.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot Dot Dot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have typed three different titles here, and three different "entries" but they weren't able to express how I really feel... I just wanted to post something here... So there... Someday, someday, I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10307926-113113104744904566?l=dumblydorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/feeds/113113104744904566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10307926&amp;postID=113113104744904566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113113104744904566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10307926/posts/default/113113104744904566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumblydorr.blogspot.com/2005/11/dot-dot-dot.html' title='Dot Dot Dot'/><author><name>trebsese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02154763229704609917</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></feed>
