<?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-20066661</id><updated>2011-11-14T09:50:56.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel Lost in Hell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20066661.post-7452003680410564206</id><published>2009-02-14T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:38:55.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vodka Skittles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Vodka Skittles&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am an alcoholic. I love vodka with the right mix. I am sweet toothed. I love skittled since I was a kid. So I cannot wait to taste &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Skittles-Vodka"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 576px;HEIGHT: 315px;" height="195" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZgMVQoKCC0AAFXNv881/vodka-skittles.JPG?et=SZxCGRSOjRqitMF8wa19bw&amp;nmid=0" width="381" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-7452003680410564206?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7452003680410564206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=7452003680410564206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7452003680410564206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7452003680410564206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2009/02/vodka-skittles.html' title='Vodka Skittles'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-1196013094694650038</id><published>2009-02-14T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:32:18.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Sick Drugs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://duffspliff.tumblr.com/"&gt;Gino's blog.&lt;/a&gt; Sick sick sick. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZgKXgoKCC0AACgDJd81/jnkem.jpg?et=wQ7Keh%2BNqm%2CHYP6JI6EZbg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenkem originated in Africa and other third world countries by fermenting raw sewage to create a gas which is inhaled to achieve a high. Jenkem is now a popular drug in American Schools.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenkem is a homemade substance which consists of fecal matter and urine. The fecal matter and urine are placed in a bottle or jar and covered most commonly with a balloon. The container is then placed in a sunny area for several hours or days until fermented. The contents of the container will separate and release a gas, which is captured in the balloon. Inhaling the gas is said to have a euphoric high similar to ingesting cocaine but with strong hallucinations of times past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once ingested the onset of the high takes approximately 10 seconds with the most severe hallucinations happening in approximately 20 minutes. Several articles indicate that the subject immediately passes out after ingesting the gas then regains a magical/hallucinogenic state within seconds of regaining consciousness.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One more thing:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZgK5AoKCC0AADfWc-I1/5585a65f58fd8ce0b875e819ec72d78f20080702194306.jpg?et=QLg3yDbNf6RPJtjx6ImqVw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;according to the news It seems american teenagers have found a new way to get high by inserting &lt;b&gt;vodka soaked tampons&lt;/b&gt;into the vagina. And just so the boys won’t be left out, it works rectally as well. Okay heres how it works, the alcohol gets absorbed by the blood stream inside the rectum and vagina giving you an instant high, this is like getting an injection of vodka up your veins.&lt;/em&gt; (from the said blog.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sick. Any of you tried it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-1196013094694650038?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1196013094694650038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=1196013094694650038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1196013094694650038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1196013094694650038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-drugs.html' title='Sick Drugs'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-3098169797997589759</id><published>2009-02-06T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:38:58.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Birthday Wishlist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I browsed through my Multiply today and found out that I haven't posted some entries for awhile. So I'm on my Multiply overload. Hahaha. There are hings I want for my birthday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chiccoholic.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SY1VjQoKCC0AABIpTqY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SY1VjQoKCC0AABIpTqY1/79d2-lg-env-cellphone.jpg?et=SGNrt7sIXSx6bpD6OJfiiA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. LG enV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SY1WQgoKCC0AAEdzVcE1/vader-purple.jpg?et=GN%2CiL8ipm5BrnsTC1T4%2Brw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Nike Dunk SB Mid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Perfect date with that someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Good health for my mom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. More events for us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-3098169797997589759?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3098169797997589759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=3098169797997589759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3098169797997589759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3098169797997589759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-wishlist.html' title='Birthday Wishlist'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4157249597532838836</id><published>2008-10-25T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:13:18.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairspray Musical - Tickets for November 16 Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Hairspray Musical - Tickets for November 16 Show&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQMpUAoKCC0AAH107z01/hairspray.JPG?et=I4fxGqv%2C5gSPN7mmTsLLJg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Atlantis Productions, the same company that brought you Rent, Dreamgirls and Avenue Q, now brings the BIG FAT Broadway Musical Hit, HAIRSPRAY, live in Manila!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hairspray is based upon the New Line Cinema film written and directed by John Waters, with a book by Mark O’Donnell and Thomas Meehan, music by Marc Shaiman, and lyrics by Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman. It is the Winner of 8 Tony Awards including BEST MUSICAL.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In Hairspray it’s 1962 - the ’50s are out and change is in the air. Baltimore’s Tracy Turnblad, a big girl with big hair and an even bigger heart, has only one passion–to dance. She wins a spot on the local TV dance program, “The Corny Collins Show” and, overnight, is transformed from outsider to irrepressible teen celebrity. But can a trendsetter in dance and fashion vanquish the program’s reigning princess, win the heart of heartthrob Link Larkin, and integrate a television show without denting her ‘do? Only in Hairspray! Welcome to the ’60s!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The musical features an original score by Marc Shaiman (who co-wrote the music and lyrics for the acclaimed animated musical, South Park: Bigger, Longer &amp; Uncut) and Scott Wittman. Their songs take Tracy from the soundstage of a 60’s-style dance show to the streets of Baltimore to a downtown rhythm and blues record shop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hairspray has also become one of the most successful and popular movie musicals starring John Travolta, Zach Efron and Michelle Pfeiffer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manila Cast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Madel Ching as Tracy Turnblad &lt;br&gt;Tim Espinosa as Link Larkin &lt;br&gt;Noel Rayos as Corny Collins &lt;br&gt;Michael de Mesa as Edna Turnblad &lt;br&gt;Menchu Lauchengco-Yulo as Velma Von Tussle &lt;br&gt;Dulce as Motormouth Maybelle &lt;br&gt;Nyoy Volante as Seaweed J. Stubbs &lt;br&gt;Leo Rialp as Wilbur Turnblad &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*** source ***&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We have tickets for November 16, Sunday (8PM) show. The show will be at Star Theater, CCP. Ticket prices: 1, 200; 1, 000; 800; 600.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Send me a message if you are interested. Thanks. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4157249597532838836?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4157249597532838836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4157249597532838836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4157249597532838836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4157249597532838836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/10/hairspray-musical-tickets-for-november.html' title='Hairspray Musical - Tickets for November 16 Show'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8597746350660851509</id><published>2008-09-16T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:14:36.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Sa Mga Alcoholic...Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para Sa Mga Alcoholic...Part II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So true!&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNCD8QoKCC0AAEP8hd01/fn-CIE4B.jpg?et=OmlULz04583Dl%2BwVRajBYg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't drive. DRINK!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tagay mga tomador! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;courtesy of funny.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8597746350660851509?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8597746350660851509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8597746350660851509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8597746350660851509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8597746350660851509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/09/para-sa-mga-alcoholicpart-ii.html' title='Para Sa Mga Alcoholic...Part II'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-1383396383485590777</id><published>2008-09-16T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:12:33.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapist Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Rapist Sketch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This cracked me up!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNCDbgoKCC0AADpxTUg1/fn-CIJJC.jpg?et=ALY4Yv6nY4jYqrWbc%2Cqkcw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hahaha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;courtesy of funny.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-1383396383485590777?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1383396383485590777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=1383396383485590777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1383396383485590777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1383396383485590777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/09/rapist-sketch.html' title='Rapist Sketch'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8948247554735411421</id><published>2008-09-01T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:57:19.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Conyo–mandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;The Ten Conyo–mandments&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Thou shall make gamit "make+pandiwa"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Let's make pasok na to our class!"&lt;br&gt;"Wait lang! I'm making kain pa!"&lt;br&gt;"Come on na, we can't make hintay anymore!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Thou shall make kalat "noh", "di ba" and "eh" in your pangungusap&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I don't like to make lakad in the baha nga, noh? Eh di ba it's like, so ewww, di ba?&lt;br&gt;"What ba? Stop nga being maarte noh!"&lt;br&gt;"Eh as if you want naman also, di ba?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. When making describe a whatever, always say "It's SO pang–uri!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"It's so malaki, you know, and so mainit!"&lt;br&gt;"I know right? So sarap nga eh!"&lt;br&gt;"You're making me inggit naman, I'll make bili nga my own burger."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. When you are lalaki, make parang punctuation "dude", "tsong" or "pare"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Dude, ENGANAL is so hirap, pare." - (mikey: ENGANAL = Engineering Analysis in DLSU, FYI.)&lt;br&gt;"I know, tsong, I got bagsak nga in quiz one, eh."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Thou shall know you know? I know right!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"My bag is so bigat today, you know."&lt;br&gt;"I know, right! We have to make dala pa kase the jumbo Physics book eh!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Make gawa the plural of pangalans like in English or Spanish&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I have so many tigyawats, oh!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Like, when you can make kaya, always like. Like, I know right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Like it's so init naman!"&lt;br&gt;"Yeah! The air–con, it's like sira kase eh!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Make yourself feel so galing by translating the last word of your sentence, you know, your pangungusap?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Kakainis naman in the LRT! How plenty tao, you know, people?"&lt;br&gt;"It's so tight nga there, eh, you know, masikip?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Make gamit of plenty of abbreviations, you know, daglat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Like OMG! It's like traffic sa EDSA."&lt;br&gt;"I know, right? It's so kaka!"&lt;br&gt;"Kaka?"&lt;br&gt;"Kakaasar!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Make gamit the pinakamarte voice and pronunciation you have para full effect!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I'm like, making aral at the Arrhneow!"&lt;br&gt;"Me naman, I'm from Lazzahl!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Got this from an email. Ganito magsalita ang mga conyo at kolehiyala. Naku, I am halfway of being a &lt;em&gt;kolehiyala.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8948247554735411421?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8948247554735411421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8948247554735411421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8948247554735411421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8948247554735411421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/09/ten-conyomandments.html' title='The Ten Conyo–mandments'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4410785802601207449</id><published>2008-08-25T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T03:27:04.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing, Waiting and Wanting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Doing, Waiting and Wanting&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am currently reading Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. I have no plans in buying the first installement of Meyer's series but Rxandy convinced me that I should get myself a copy. So, last Saturday, I did. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLPXxQoKCC0AADgfdos1/200px-Book-jacket-of-Twilight.jpg?et=qylIAjk4h7yRgNgnG49H1A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, I cannot wait to buy the next book. I also cannot wait for the new seasons of two of my favorite TV Series -- Gossip Girl and Desperate Housewives. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLPZVQoKCC0AAGgbSiQ1/ggbanner.jpg?et=ydUiHBOB9O70bKnEJsqH%2Cw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLPZbAoKCC0AAGvVbvQ1/dh-1.jpg?et=wTUiMB%2BoOQvyLw%2C71lBt6g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Chace Crawford is really hooooot! I also saw pictures of Blair and Serena catfighting! Can't wait. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After all this waiting is the wanting. What I want right now is a new phone: Sony Ericsson P1i. Actually, what I really want to have is their new X1 but it is still off the markets. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLPaTwoKCC0AAAMZHZQ1/150px-Sony-Ericsson-P1-front.jpg?et=3nrdGW74qiDuJNMtihrWwA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is still out of my budget to buy a new phone right now. I still have a lot of more important stuff to save for. But until then, I cannot wait for our Bellas party on Friday and our yet another get-away on October / November. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;PS: This is a product of boredom. Sigh. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4410785802601207449?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4410785802601207449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4410785802601207449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4410785802601207449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4410785802601207449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/doing-waiting-and-wanting.html' title='Doing, Waiting and Wanting'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8322223795074519543</id><published>2008-08-19T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T03:13:12.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Sa Mga Alcoholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Para Sa Mga Alcoholic&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Got this text two days ago.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;FACT: The human brain can only operarte as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we all know, kills brain cells but naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular comsumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells making the brain faster and more efficient. That's why you always feel smarter when you are drunk.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Found an &lt;a href="http://www.realbeer.com/news/articles/news-002403.php"&gt;article online&lt;/a&gt; about this. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you feel smarter when you are drunk? For me? I think I am much more creative when I had a bottle or two. But when I am too drunk, I may be smarter but I am &lt;em&gt;bulol&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8322223795074519543?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8322223795074519543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8322223795074519543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8322223795074519543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8322223795074519543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-sa-mga-alcoholic.html' title='Para Sa Mga Alcoholic'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-3666031437177832292</id><published>2008-08-19T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T03:03:57.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montauk's Monster?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Montauk's Monster?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKvqXQoKCC0AACLHvFQ1/RhodeislandMonster.jpg?et=JaOT%2CEQDjVg%2BivW615nGdw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The "Montauk Monster" is an unidentified creature which washed ashore dead on a beach near the Montauk, New York business district in July 2008. The identity of the creature, and the veracity of stories surrounding it, has been the subject of unresolved controversy and speculation. Its discovery has been covered by national news channels such as CNN, and has generated popular discussion on the Internet. (from Wikipedia.org)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I read about this less than a month ago. What do you think it is? Some say it is a body of a turtle without its shell. I never heard an update about this. Can it be a sea monster? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-3666031437177832292?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3666031437177832292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=3666031437177832292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3666031437177832292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3666031437177832292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/montauk-monster.html' title='Montauk&amp;#39;s Monster?'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-1601410914295333245</id><published>2008-08-15T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:58:24.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What I'm Watching Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Guess What I'm Watching Tomorrow...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'll give you one clue. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;glass slippers. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Weeee!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-1601410914295333245?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1601410914295333245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=1601410914295333245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1601410914295333245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1601410914295333245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-what-i-watching-tomorrow.html' title='Guess What I&amp;#39;m Watching Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-634588014258146265</id><published>2008-08-07T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:13:57.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Otso Otso Otso</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Otso Otso Otso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A lot of people, mostly Chinese, believe that 8 is a lucky number. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They all say that today will be lucky. It's 1 PM and my day is pretty normal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, I still have 11 hours to see if today is indeed lucky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-634588014258146265?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/634588014258146265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=634588014258146265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/634588014258146265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/634588014258146265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/otso-otso-otso.html' title='Otso Otso Otso'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4313520478301366417</id><published>2008-07-25T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:35:18.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#ff0000"&gt;Pia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SIp-HAoKCC0AAAvfcJ01/DSC03682.JPG?et=d%2BE8pOqj18aw22Q3dkb0jQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Si Tita Pi. I met her through one night at Oarhouse. Very pregnant, Ate Sand introduced us. And until now, naalala ko pa rin ang kwento na quit it quit it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During Poohkwang show, siya rin ang kakwentuhan ko every Thursday afternoon habang kumakain ng kung ano anong lunch. Kung dala niya si Slev, nagkwekwentuhan pa rin kami habang hinahabol si Slev. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At sino ang hindi makakalimot? Nakakatakot magalit. Dahil sa projector screen, namura mura niya ang lahat ng tao na bumiro sa kanya. Kahit ako na-scared! Hehehe. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tita P, happy birthday mare! Steady ka lang. :p alam mo na yun, dito lang kami lagi. Ang saya!! Sino ba next na may birthday?:p lab lab! mwah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4313520478301366417?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4313520478301366417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4313520478301366417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4313520478301366417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4313520478301366417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/07/pia.html' title='Pia'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2700835688356534482</id><published>2008-07-14T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:20:03.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edmar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Edmar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHxNcAoKCC0AAEk@g901/Edmar.JPG?et=GY0e5IuNJi7pN1LKRVZtFA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I met Edmar through an online community where he reigns. Everybody knows who he is. And lucky for me, I grew close to him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before we always hang out at his place to do nothing. Just talk with a few beers and Grand Mama in our hands. Two years ago, siya rin ang nagpapayag sa akin na pumunta sa bundok. Last year, everyday kami magkasama nito because of Planetmint. But I guess that will only be a sweet memory, di ba Mare? Though we still see each other, it's not as often as before. He is busy jet setting his way through the Philippines. hehe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last Friday, we all had a quiet dinner and a screaming videoke session. It was a night of fun! We totally missed each other. Tapos syempre, pit stop sa O Bar para kumembot. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mare, thanks for everything -- for being there and for being one of my closest true friends. Sobrang dami na natin pinagdaanan and I can say that you are one of those who are worth treasuring. Love you mare! Mwah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2700835688356534482?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2700835688356534482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2700835688356534482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2700835688356534482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2700835688356534482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/07/edmar.html' title='Edmar'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-1109583804967104193</id><published>2008-06-26T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:40:06.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB OPENINGS </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;JOB OPENINGS &lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;(for Edmar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;An International Mining Company operating nationwide and for its expansion stage seeks applications of highly qualified personnel for its Head Office in Makati.&lt;br&gt;The person we are looking for should be very familiar with mining operations; highly motivated to perform and deliver company targets; well versed with ISO 9001 and 14001; continuously improve system on delivery of customer needs such as quality and quantity based on agreed cost and time requirements.&lt;br&gt;      Only qualified applicants shall be short listed and scheduled for interview.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Job Openings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Accounting Clerk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;- 22 ~ 27 Female&lt;br&gt;- Commerce graduate , preferably Accounting Major&lt;br&gt;- Preferably work in mining company&lt;br&gt;- Residing Makati area&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Asst Manager / Manager&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;- below 40 years old&lt;br&gt;- With hands on experience in Finance and Administration&lt;br&gt;- Preferably with mining company&lt;br&gt;- Residing in Makati area&lt;br&gt;- Well verse in ISO 9001 and 14001&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Asst. Gen. Manager&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;- below  40 years old&lt;br&gt;- hands on experienced in mining industry &lt;br&gt;- preferably Engineering background   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;send resume to&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tndgang@gmail.com"&gt;tndgang@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="mailto:ramde711@gmail.com"&gt;ramde711@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;pls include your contact numbers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-1109583804967104193?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1109583804967104193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=1109583804967104193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1109583804967104193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1109583804967104193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/06/job-openings.html' title='JOB OPENINGS '/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4662250263973247633</id><published>2008-06-26T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:24:52.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't they spell Philippines?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Can't they spell Philippines?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGROMQoKCC0AACYPmCg1/jennifer-barrientos.jpg?et=xq%2CC1g%2B1oLSv5UuchZhHPw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Can't the organizer of this year's Miss Universe in Vietnam get the name of country right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P-H-I-L-I-P-P-I-N-E-S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Is it hard to look and check the spelling before they print the sash?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And this bitch, Jennifer Barrientos, didn't even correct the spelling before wearing the sash. Maybe she herself does not know the right way to spell PHILIPPINES. I mean, if I will represent the country in the Miss Universe, I will make sure that the name of my country is spelled right. That's what normal people do, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P-H-I-L-I-P-P-I-N-E-S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Is it that hard? I wonder what bloopers will happen to Janina. Nyay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4662250263973247633?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4662250263973247633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4662250263973247633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4662250263973247633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4662250263973247633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-they-spell-philippines.html' title='Can&amp;#39;t they spell Philippines?'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-5821454976937535009</id><published>2008-06-25T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T03:32:41.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Last Show&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This weekend will see the last two shows of Poohkwang. It ran for a month at Music Museum. I don't know if I am sad or I am happy that it is over. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Of course, I am happy because my Saturdays off are back! I sooo miss my Saturday afternoon naps. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;But despite this, I will miss doing Poohkwang. I will miss Pooh and Pokwang, our Thursday set-up, the production team, the last minute prayers, the company call, the co-stars, the dancers, laughing at the jokes, pre-show shopping at Greenhills, chikahan wth Jeddah and many more. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The director Mamu will not be able to attend the last two shows so AD Raymund will take over his place And guess who will take over Raymund's place? Me. Bite me! Im so freaking nervous. Wish me luck! Bonggang bonggang luck!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Got free time Friday and Saturday night this week? Watch the show! It will surely tickle your heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-5821454976937535009?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5821454976937535009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=5821454976937535009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5821454976937535009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5821454976937535009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-show.html' title='Last Show'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-657217365317777564</id><published>2008-06-06T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:41:55.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Really Want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What I Really Want...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;...is to sleep for ten hours without any disturbance. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I so miss sleeping for more than 6 hours! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-657217365317777564?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/657217365317777564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=657217365317777564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/657217365317777564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/657217365317777564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-really-want.html' title='What I Really Want...'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-6210996604488998609</id><published>2008-05-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:43:30.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Realize&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, it's never the same.&lt;br&gt;If you don't feel it too.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-6210996604488998609?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6210996604488998609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=6210996604488998609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6210996604488998609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6210996604488998609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/realize.html' title='Realize'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-980953578015616749</id><published>2008-05-20T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T02:06:18.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Ate Sand&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDPk4goKCC0AAGA805I1/atesand%20and%20me.JPG?et=flegDJvzxTCEwIOoTBC4zQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The first time I saw Ate Sand was after I left GMA and they hired me as a freelancer as a visual merchandiser for Levi's. She is the bestfriend of one of my events mentor, Ate Bam. I can remember how our first meeting was. Glorietta, May 12 (not sure on the date). Ate Bam and I arrived at Levis G4 before she did. About 30 minutes, she arrived with her colorful outfit and curly hair with bangs. In short, ganda gandahan lang. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had our first bonding moment when we went out for a night at Makati. We first went to the Biker's Bar (di ko na matandaan ang name!). She was waiting for someone. Hahaha. Akala namin jackpot na at wala na kaming gagastusin! haha In fairness, libre sakay from Makati to Malate, di ba? Hehe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From then on, we spent countless drinking sessions. heart to heart talks, and rakets. I remember drinking beer with her at 3 in the AFTERNOON. Hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She is a bestfriend, an ate, and a mother all rolled into one. Pareho sila ni Ate Bam. That is why I never regret joining their group. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ate Sand, I wish you all the best. In everything. Kaya natin ang lahat ng ito basta hawak kamay. Ay kanta ba yun? I miss bumming out with you guys...:(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy birthday! Mwah Labyou!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;PS: Ate Sand turned a year older last May 11, 2008. And she had a rocking party last May 13. :P Pasensya rin late. Sabaw ako these past few days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-980953578015616749?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/980953578015616749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=980953578015616749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/980953578015616749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/980953578015616749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/ate-sand.html' title='Ate Sand'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2916733185468612745</id><published>2008-05-20T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:17:33.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Waming Effect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Global Waming Effect?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;These past few days, I have been spending my afternoons sleeping for hours. I have been verrrrry lazy. Raymund and Ate Sand's spent their birthdays last week and I have yet to write a decent blog entry for them. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;They say that climate change is one of the global warming effects. Could my laziness also be a  global warming effect? Are you suffering from the &lt;EM&gt;tamad &lt;/EM&gt;factor too?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Tell me while I sleep. Zzzzzzzzz.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2916733185468612745?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2916733185468612745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2916733185468612745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2916733185468612745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2916733185468612745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/global-waming-effect.html' title='Global Waming Effect?'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-3552955191651573334</id><published>2008-05-10T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T06:06:18.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I was browsing through my Facebook account when I decided to take the Gossip Girl test.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Turned out, I am most likely to date Dan Humphrey. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 161px" height=161 src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SCWdRgoKCC0AAH4qMjc1/dan.JPG?et=Ic%2C7Rovob6KBh7ItjPfopg&amp;nmid=" width=323 border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And I am a Jenny. I was expecting that I'm a Blair. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 180px" height=180 src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SCWdbwoKCC0AAAjhV0E1/jenny.JPG?et=R8b4S59UDwUdWVL8%2CauQ9Q&amp;nmid=" width=340 border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Eh magkapatid sila. Incest! Ang saya! Ang nagagawa nga naman ng walang magawa. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-3552955191651573334?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3552955191651573334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=3552955191651573334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3552955191651573334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3552955191651573334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip Girl'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8599633545920302738</id><published>2008-05-05T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T03:05:36.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Escaping Reality&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Escaping reality is fun even if it us just for awhile. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Last weekend, I went to Bataan with a bunch of my great friends. We stayed for three days and two nights and did nothing but hang out, eat, drink, swim, sleep and laugh. The last time I took a vacation was last year before I entered GMA. Back then, I went to Galera to clear my mind and to decide if I will go back to GMA. The wind whispered that I should. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I went to Bataan with a mission to decide whether I should stay at GMA or leave and be self employed again. I never arrived on a final decision. I am still confused. Maybe I should stay for this year. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This year, my vacation was very different. We were back to our carefree selves. We laughed as though no one could hear us. I danced as if no one was watching me. We drank as though no one would judge us. Well, we put our Grand Matador mix in a Nestea bottle so no one would notice we were drinking alcohol as early as 4 PM. The beach resort is not that great. Imagine having to pay for every move. On our last night, we decided to eat at their cafe but it turned out that all tey have to offer us is sandwiches. On our last day, after we sunbathed, we found out that we have no water in our room. We have to go to the admin for them to open the water pump. Sheesh. Nevertheless, as the cliche goes, it is not about the place, it is about who you are with. Whenever I'm with these guys (Bellas group), rest assured, we will have a blast. We could turn a boring moment into a memorable one. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;But the hard part of being on a vacation is going back to reality. We escaped reality but only for thos three days. My heart felt the loneliness of reality as we were travelling along NLEX. There, I can smell Manila. I can smell work. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Up until now, I am still undecided on the things I need to decide. Maybe I just want to quit because  am just stressed out. Or maybe I need to hear the calm of the wind again. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I need to escape reality once in awhile. Swear. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8599633545920302738?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8599633545920302738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8599633545920302738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8599633545920302738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8599633545920302738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/escaping-reality.html' title='Escaping Reality'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4391765757756122698</id><published>2008-05-01T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T04:18:47.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bataan Here We Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Bataan Here We Come&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;It has been a year since my feet landed on a beach. I'm so freaking excited!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;My goal this year is to get a tan. The last time I tried getting a tan was back in 2006. I lay myself down the sands of Galera with tanning lotion all over my body for about an hour. Did it work? No. hahaha. It is hard for me to tan up. But I am so determined this year to get tanned. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This will also give me some time to think about my life - career wise and love wise. My GMA contract is about to expire at the end of May. I'm still having second thoughts on extending. It is just too tiring waking up 2:30 AM from Monday to Friday. Too stressing. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;So here's me hoping that when I get back, you will all be saying hello to a tanned and an unconfused Chicco with a peace of mind. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;See yah!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4391765757756122698?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4391765757756122698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4391765757756122698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4391765757756122698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4391765757756122698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/bataan-here-we-come.html' title='Bataan Here We Come'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-25690181888952093</id><published>2008-04-13T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:21:39.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpise Suprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Surpise Suprise&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;You are my looming karma. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;You took me by surprise. Everything happened so freaking fast, I didn't know what I have gotten myself into. Now I am scared that you will drop me like a hot potato anytime soon.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I thought I killed my paranoia and insecurity years ago. Now they are back. And they are so bitching bad. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-25690181888952093?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/25690181888952093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=25690181888952093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/25690181888952093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/25690181888952093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/04/surpise-suprise.html' title='Surpise Suprise'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8672928646531631843</id><published>2008-04-13T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:58:28.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Niki</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Niki&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SALV4AoKCC0AAC3A8aY1/DSC01518.JPG?et=D9koCQkqcpN6bC%2CpxBzJKA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Last Friday, it was Niki's day to turn a year older. She is 24. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Through Rxandy's photography, I have known Niki just recently. Akala ko tahimik, naninira pala ng aircon. At huwag na huwag niyong pababayaan na siya ang magtagay dahil may MO siya. Lalasingin ka niya ng bonggang bongga!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Kelan kaya ang wedding bells for you and Carlo? :P&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Kidding aside, Niki is not only a Grand Mami killer mate, but a good friend n laging andiyan, lalo na kapag may alak na involve. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Happy birthday Niki! Mwah. Labyou!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8672928646531631843?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8672928646531631843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8672928646531631843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8672928646531631843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8672928646531631843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/04/niki.html' title='Niki'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4424552330542316652</id><published>2008-03-27T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:56:58.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaymie</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Jaymie&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R@wmkAoKCC0AAAwaSn01/Jaymie.jpg?et=UyWM7cPptnToiOm8sAL50A&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;It's Jaymie's 24th.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;The first time I met Jaymie was during Rxandy's pictorial for his first exhibit RxAW. Di pa kami close that time. Kahit hi-hello, wala. But after the successful exhibit of her cousin, we were given a chance to ahng out a couple of times and talk and bond. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Jaymie is a great friend - a great listener and a good adviser. I remember us, both crying in Ate Nissa's room. From then, we shared countless drinks and secrets. She is smart, hardworking and a certified cam whore. You will never see her without a digicam in her hands. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Jayms, thanks for everything we shared. Here's to you and to all the drinking sessions and coffees that we will be sharing. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Labyou! Mwah!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;PS: Jaymie, nakayellow ka rin pala last birthday celebration mo. Tita Cory, is that you? Hehehe&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4424552330542316652?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4424552330542316652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4424552330542316652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4424552330542316652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4424552330542316652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/03/jaymie.html' title='Jaymie'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8613190939047495103</id><published>2008-03-27T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:46:24.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Locked Up&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Stupid. Alone. In love. Paranoid. Crazy. Stressed. Tired. Sleepy. Confused. Bothered. Lonely. Half happy, half sad. Scared. Forelorn. Vulnerable. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;That's all me. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8613190939047495103?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8613190939047495103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8613190939047495103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8613190939047495103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8613190939047495103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/03/locked-up.html' title='Locked Up'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-6216918961049561895</id><published>2008-03-21T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:34:22.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frost Fever Party by Gino Santos and Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Fr&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;ost Fever Party by Gino Santos and Company&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R@PFLQoKCC0AABMN9AU1/FEVERRR%252086.jpg?et=vF3YDKbPJcStITBjhl445g&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;ONE BIG GRADUATION PARTY! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;calling all graduating students! this is your party!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Summer is comming up and we'd like to end the school year with frostbite before it gets too hot!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;9 big schools bring you... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#66cccc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;"FROST FEVER"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;March 26, 9pm till dawn&lt;BR&gt;@ at the pasig COLDPLANT, 182 Shaw Blvd Extension, Pasig City.&lt;BR&gt;Php 220.00&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;WARNING!!: Extremely LOW low low temperature [ 0 degrees and dropping ] wear your winter outfits to stay warm. Please dress accordingly.&lt;&lt;NO joke&gt;&gt;&lt;BR&gt;p.s. I'm serious, wear winter outfits not just longsleeves, hoodies etc its not enough SWEAR! wear coats/parkas, earmuffs, gloves, bonnets scarves legging/tights under pants, boots, SOCKS and the like!!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Be there and experience this winter solace event before summer hits metro manila!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;EVERYONE IS INVITED...&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2FV8bsgGr7Y"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=2FV8bsgGr7Y&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---promotional video&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;LOCATION MAP&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R@PFaAoKCC0AAB3QKSg1/AFPAsigColdStoragePlantmap.jpg?et=CjCWALbJwrzTkq4V7r5V6g&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;SPREAD THE WORD!! IT'S HOT IN MANILA NOWADAYS! WE NEED TO GET &lt;FONT color=#66ffff&gt;FROSTED!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-6216918961049561895?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6216918961049561895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=6216918961049561895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6216918961049561895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6216918961049561895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/03/frost-fever-party-by-gino-santos-and.html' title='Frost Fever Party by Gino Santos and Company'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2548559953583138585</id><published>2008-03-18T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:55:49.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenten Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Lenten Rant&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Man booed, punched, forced to leave&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;A MAN was booed, forced to go out of the University of San Carlos gymnasium and was punched by an unidentified person who also held his crotch while the forum with Senate witness Rodolfo Lozada, Jr. was ongoing yesterday. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;“Po” asked Lozada why the issue on the national broadband network (NBN) deal has not been brought to the courts. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Some people in the audience booed him, and the booing only stopped when another participant stood up to ask another question to Lozada. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;The tension erupted again, however, when Lourdes Barcenas, wife of former Integrated Bar of the Philippines Cebu City chapter president Democrito Barcenas, confronted “Po,” who was at the back talking with Raddy Diola, brother of Dilaab’s coordinating steward Fr. Carmelo Diola. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Lourdes pointed a finger at “Po” and said he does not belong in the forum. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;“Po” shrugged his shoulders and raised his arms while answering and was booed again as male participants of the forum started to flock around him. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;To ease the tension, Aaron Pedrosa of Sanlakas advised “Po” to leave the gym temporarily, which he did, guided by Diola and accompanied by some of the forum participants to the corridor outside the USC school gym. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;But “Po” decided to leave the USC campus altogether and answered reporters questions only when he was on the sidewalk along Sanciangko St. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Along the way, someone punched him once on his side and held his crotch. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;“It’s not even supposed to be tense. These tours are causing tension and this is actually the proof of it,” said “Po,” who refused to give his full name because “it’s not even important.” &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;He described himself as not belonging to any organization and that while he stopped his schooling to work, he continued being vigilant on social issues by reading the newspapers and watching the news. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;“I’m not saying that what they are saying in there is false. All I want to say is that if we are in search for the truth, we should entertain everybody from both sides,” he said. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;He added that when he learned that Lozada is coming over for an open forum, he grabbed the opportunity to ask the witness as part of his search for truth. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;“My question was basically simple. Everybody has been asking this same question. Why are they not taking the issue to the court? The Senate inquiry, while it is very visible, cannot condemn and cannot acquit anybody whether they are guilty or not,” he said. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;He was surprised that the participants in the event reacted because he thought the forum was open to the public. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;“What did they do? They slapped me and got my crotch, man. Somebody threatened to punch me. I respect them but I believe I should be respected, too,” he said, his lips quivering. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Witnesses however said “Po” was actually punched, not slapped, like what he thought. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;“Po” finally left the place, guided by Diola, when some participants passed him as they exited the Sanciangko gate of the university after the forum ended. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;They threw negative remarks at “Po” when they saw him. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Diola said he accompanied Po because he pitied him. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Pedrosa explained that the incident happened because Po extended the two minutes allotted per question even when the audience wanted to listen to Lozada. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;“In situations like this, people, like Madam Barcenas, were offended by his gestures. Let us respect the rules. I tried to explain that to him but it seems like he wouldn’t listen,” said Pedrosa. (NRC) &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.sunstar.com.ph/static/ceb/2008/03/18/news/man.booed.punched.forced.to.leave.html"&gt;source&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;--------------------&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Yeah right. So much for open forum. Open forum for them is praising Jun Lozada, laughing at his jokes, asking him questions that will make him more of a hero, and posing beside Lozada for a picture. Sheesh. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Why do you think they acted this way? It's because reality bites -- they do not have documents to support Lozada's claim to go the courts. All of Lozada's allegations remains baseless. And if they are saying that the guy has used up the 2 minutes alloted to his questions, does that give them the right to throw the guy outside the forum? And if they were offended by the guy's gestures, does that mean that booing and punching someone are proper decorum? &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Before this, B&amp;W Movement Co Convenor Leah Navarro called Cardinal Vidal a puppet of PGMA because no priest agreed to officiate the mass for truth for Jun Lozada in Cebu. How brave of this has-been singer to disrespect a Cardinal just because of a Jun Lozada who did nothing but throw baseless accusations and cry in front of public for sympathy?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Do they always think this way? If something wrong comes their way, they blame the government? Is it not possible that all priests are busy because of the Lenten Season? Is it not possible that some people are losing faith in Jun Lozada? Does losing faith in him means that they are a 'tuta' of the government?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;It seems to me that freedom of speech is only for them, those who are against the government. When you against them, you are either a 'tuta' or a puppet of Arroyo. Don't they know that there is this thing called being neutral? If they don't, it means that they, Leah Navarro and Cory Aquino among others, are also a 'tuta' or puppet of Lozada. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;For me, Lozada is starting to become an inconsistent heel. He cries for his safety at first and now he is touring around the country enjoying the fame and popularity. He said he will only speak of the ZTE deal and will not discuss anything related to politics but now he is calling for PGMA's resignation and giving his thoughts on People Power. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Jun Lozada could go to anywhere he pleases but they should not condemn those who refuse to listen to his babblings. I can see that his 15-minute of fame will be over soon. And I hope the senate who sees nothing right in the Arroyo government will stop their so-called investigation in the aid of legislation. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Anyway, have a happy holy week. I am stuck in Manila, I think. Enjoy your vacation but don't forget to pray and reflect.&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2548559953583138585?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2548559953583138585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2548559953583138585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2548559953583138585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2548559953583138585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/03/lenten-rant.html' title='Lenten Rant'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8490817105361245955</id><published>2008-03-16T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:03:33.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blunders</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Blunders&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It has been awhile since I blogged. So I have a lot of things to write about. These past few weeks had been funny for our country. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;First, there was Janina San Miguel. But don't laugh at her 'tough ten', she went home that night as our representative in the Miss World Pageant. But if you cannot help it, just laugh. They say that they are trying a different approach this year. Janina may not answer her question well, but she won two majors awards (long gown and swimsuit?). So this year, they are really going after beauty. Never mind the brain. Hey I have nothing against Janina. It is okay to commit grammatical errors but she didn't even answer the question. Tama si Paolo Bediones, nagtagalog na lang sana siya. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Second, Senator Ping Lacson ang Jamby Madrigal. I can still remember the look on the face of Ping Lacson when Leo San Miguel was in front of the senate for the NBN Probe. Priceless. And how about the time Jamby freaked out during a hearing on the Commission of Appointments? Priceless. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Third, Jun Lozada, the ZTE star witness turned hero. Excuse me while I puke. This guy is soooo enjoying his fame at may provincial tour pa. Hanep. I won't be surprised if he will run for 2010. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Circus. Circus. Circus. I wonder what's next. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8490817105361245955?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8490817105361245955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8490817105361245955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8490817105361245955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8490817105361245955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/03/blunders.html' title='Blunders'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-3931733050248530635</id><published>2008-03-02T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:06:49.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclosure</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Disclosure&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I just decided to tell him everything I feel. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I have nothing to lose and, I think, I have nothing to gain. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I just wish I can handle everything that is going to happen afterwards.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Wish me luck. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-3931733050248530635?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3931733050248530635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=3931733050248530635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3931733050248530635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3931733050248530635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/03/disclosure.html' title='Disclosure'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-7609276066853966760</id><published>2008-02-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:00:11.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chiccoholic Multiply</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Happy Birthday Chiccoholic Multiply&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It is my first year anniversary using Multiply.com. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;More years to come!!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Thanks to my ka-Multiply for making the year rock. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-7609276066853966760?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7609276066853966760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=7609276066853966760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7609276066853966760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7609276066853966760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-chiccoholic-multiply.html' title='Happy Birthday Chiccoholic Multiply'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-7498971548817163217</id><published>2008-02-26T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:27:57.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night I Turned 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;The Night I Turned 25&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I cannot think of an appropriate title of this blog. I have a lot of thing which I want to write about. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;First things first, my Friday birthday celebration rocked! All of my super trusted friends were all there. Though some of them came tired, I was very grateful that they did. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;My HS Friends were almost complete. We cannot contact Ai and MIke is still in Vegas. Thankfully, Rommel was able to call JP and Ichan is here to visit. I totally miss the times we used to hang-out at my house or at Ichan's house. Rxandy, the fabolous photographer (gusto mo yan?), was the first one to come together with his equally fabolous cousin, Jaymie (bolahan na toh!). They gave me four delicious mini cakes from Bizu plus a Christina Aguilera DVD from the photographer. Though Robyn was a bit late, at last we were complete. Robbie also followed at around 1 AM. Oh, Dr. Shok was also there. Thank you for sacrifcing your hours of sleep during duty just to attend my dinner. I missed our lengthy conversations back in college. I never thought that you could miss a group so much. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;My Events Buddies were there too. Ate Sand and Ate Bam went straight to my house from DTI so they were a bit tired from the whole-day sitting. Kagawad Edmar and Raymund also came. Mamah Grace also came with a delicious pineapple kyeme cake. They all left early. Some were tired, some had work the next day and some of them went to Malate. :P&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Lester came in with the nicest gift. This is the first time he came to my birthday hoopla. Thank you Baktol, though I know you had an early work on Saturday, thank you for coming. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;My Grand Mami and Adonis Group - Hannah, Red, Niki and Jaymie. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Though I think we had much fun on Saturday night. I know Hannah had so much 'hard' fun! Thanks for coming you guys. Plus, thanks Hannah for the great Adonis Saturday night. At least, that is one thing I can cross out in my to-do list. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;To evyerone who came, a very heartfelt thanks from me to all of you. Basically, the night was about catching up with what's happening to each other. But more so, it reminded me that these people was part of what I am now. I could have never survived the 25 years on my life without them. I love them to tiny bits. And if only I can, I want to press rewind so that I could relive it all over again. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;PS: Pictures will be posted soon. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-7498971548817163217?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7498971548817163217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=7498971548817163217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7498971548817163217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7498971548817163217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/02/night-i-turned-25.html' title='The Night I Turned 25'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2201004144816386894</id><published>2008-02-21T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:20:17.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25th</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;My 25th&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I am on my silver year. I am 25. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;My 24th year had rocked. A stable job at GMA, left and right rakets, great rocking friends and a whole lot more of blessings. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;With this, I want to say thanks to those who became a part of my 24th year. On top of my mind, God. I am nothing without Him. He had blessed me with great things. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Next kudos will go to my Mom and my siblings. I am working my ass out to help out in every single possible way. I know I am not vocal about how I feel, but I freaking love you. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;My year would not be complete without my great friends. Mint Friends (Ate Bam, Ate Sand, Edmar, Raymund, Tita Pia), Hali Lester, Slutty China, Mama Grace, Tita Toni, Mami Lynette and kids especially Kelso, Grand Mami Buddies (Rxandy, Robyn, Jaymie, Niki, Hannah and Red), Robbie, Nina, Krestel, Joanne, Edenne, Jay-em, Gimik Buddies (Deck, Dom, BK, Tobey, Mitch), my GMA Friends (Allaine, Jenny, Micah, Vonne, Marian, Valerie at sa mga umalis na Karla, Lorie, Alexa, Virge and Jobelle), Juan Pablo Dream and HS Barkada (Ichan and company kahit deadma kami ng iba). Though hindi ko nakita at all ang Yagetz, miss ko pa rin sila. And to all my other friends: Richard, Cholo, Jeff, Nii, Eva, Carlo, BNT Group, Fab Group, O Bar Family, Kylaonliners, Ka-Friendsters, Ka-Multiply,,and alot more. My gosh, ang dami ko palang friends! Friendly pala ako. Hahaha. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;To those I've worked with: Mamu, Philip Lazaro, Cast of Rock Da Vote (Miss Candy, Pooh, Sweet, Jon Santos, Miss Tessie, Chokoleit), Miss Kate, Mother Sisa, AFI group, Tita Cla, Models, Hosts (kinakarir namin ang awards show eh), Fern, mga boss ko sa GMA (Mam Grace and Tex for welcoming me back.) hehehe. Ang dami kong natutunan sa inyo. :P&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Sa mga wumasak ng puso at puri ko, salamat. Hahaha&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Kay Bochog, thank you din. Don't seek me for any reasons but you have been one of the strongest force in my life these past few months. Thanks for being you. And for being there. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Sino pa ba? Parang feeling ko gumagawa ako ng album. May acknowledgments. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;To those I forgot, pasensiya na, tao na at tumatanda na ako. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Thanks you all! Be with me again on my 25th year!! MWAH! LABYOU ALL!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2201004144816386894?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2201004144816386894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2201004144816386894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2201004144816386894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2201004144816386894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/02/25th.html' title='25th'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2468598225373127566</id><published>2008-02-20T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:17:49.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"She is a lucky bitch"</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;"She is a lucky bitch"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;In a forum in Ateneo, Albay Governor Salceda said that PGMA "may be a bitch but she is the luckiest bitch." &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I &lt;EM&gt;sooooo&lt;/EM&gt; agree. How about you?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2468598225373127566?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2468598225373127566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2468598225373127566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2468598225373127566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2468598225373127566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-lucky-bitch.html' title='&amp;quot;She is a lucky bitch&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-420873468816165994</id><published>2008-02-20T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:25:01.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Hannah&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chiccoholic.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R7y1ywoKCC0AAF6bYto1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R7y1ywoKCC0AAF6bYto1/hannah.jpg?et=cR%2CAxEZgEqM6EZvOFll56w&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If there is one thing to perfectly descride Hannah, it would be versatile. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Model, make-up artist, photographer's assistant., stylist and the list goes on. Siya ang in-house model ni Rxandy. Kapag walang magawa si Rxandy, pinagtrtripan niya si Hannah. At kahit may ginagawa si Rxandy, pinagtritripan pa rin niya si Hannah. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Kidding aside, I have only known Hannah for three years (sing tagal ng karir ni Rxandy sa photography! HMPT!) at isa lang ang masasabi ko: bonggang bonggang main-love ito. AS IN. Don't worry Hans, di ka namin bibiglain para di ka maloka. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I am happy that you are one of my 'inuman' buddies and my kapitbahay. Thank for the years of Grand Mama Tagays.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Happy birthday Hannah. Can't wait for Saturday! Aylabyu!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;PS: Siya rin ang nagpa-uso ng katagang: "bludy hil"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-420873468816165994?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/420873468816165994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=420873468816165994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/420873468816165994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/420873468816165994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/02/hannah.html' title='Hannah'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-1631030179059079556</id><published>2008-02-18T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:33:33.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bongang Bongang Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Bongang Bongang Rant&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Kung sino man ang nakaisip na i-televise sa ANC ang LAHAT ng senate hearing sa senate, pakyu ka!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;GRRRRR!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Wala naman nangyayari. Paulit ulit lang! May iiyak, magpapacute, sisigaw, magjojoke, magplaplastikan at kung ano ano pa! Also, during senate hearing, you can almost see the work 2010 elections painted all over the senators' faces. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;GRRRRRRRRR!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-1631030179059079556?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1631030179059079556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=1631030179059079556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1631030179059079556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1631030179059079556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/02/bongang-bongang-rant.html' title='Bongang Bongang Rant'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-5795650865692267839</id><published>2008-02-13T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:38:00.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENT: LIPAD NG PANGARAP MINUS ONE NEEDED</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;URGENT: LIPAD NG PANGARAP MINUS ONE NEEDED&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This is a very desperate call. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Do you know of anyone who has a copy of Lipad ng Pangarap by Dessa without the vocals?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Send me a message please.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'll treat you for dinner. Swear. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Thanks!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-5795650865692267839?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5795650865692267839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=5795650865692267839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5795650865692267839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5795650865692267839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/02/urgent-lipad-ng-pangarap-minus-one.html' title='URGENT: LIPAD NG PANGARAP MINUS ONE NEEDED'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2818832529759800457</id><published>2008-02-11T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:33:13.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Fish Pig&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I was born on February 22, 1983, under the sign of Pisces and the Year of Water Pig. After an hour of googling myself through astrology websites, I was able to collate this information. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;PISCES - The Partner for Life&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Fun to be around. Extremely weird, but in a good way. Good sense of humour! Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;YEAR OF THE PIG&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;Sincere. Pure. Careful. Caring. Obliging Chivalrous. Trustworthy. Nicest. Lovable. Giving. Easy to fool. Gullible. Splendid Companion. Lifetime Friend. Loyal. Faithful. Rarely asks for help. Quiet but when in mood to speak, a Pig cannot stop talking. Intellectual. Aesthetic. Excellent nose for style. Loves chocolates. Sensitive. Sweet but naive. Possessive. Jealous. Optimistic. Honest. Hesitant. Altruistic.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and the abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal to the end. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;There you go. Most of the traits are right. But some are not. You be the judge. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2818832529759800457?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2818832529759800457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2818832529759800457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2818832529759800457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2818832529759800457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/02/fish-pig.html' title='Fish Pig'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-6010986475659804521</id><published>2008-02-07T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:25:26.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Nearing 25&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The politcal unrest in the country is becoming as annoying as Boy Abunda saying &lt;EM&gt;'exclusibo'&lt;/EM&gt; every Sunday on The Buzz. Politicians with vested interest, sore sour losers and people who want their own 15 minutes of fame is now busy doing and saying their things. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Ho-hum. Same old story with added new cast. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This is our country a week before heart's day. Last year, I spent Valentine's Day home, sulking while listening to sad love songs. This year, I think I will spend it alone. But with someone inside my heart. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This is our country two weeks before I turn 25. Usually, by now, I go crazy. But, fortunately, I'm still not. YET. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;There is no time for that, I think. I am so drowned with work - GMA News has been busy with this Lozada thing (stressful!), we have a big event on Saturday (how big? NBC Tent big.) plus I am surrounded with friends who love and treasure me. Ichan, our High School Kuya, is Manila bound tonight and he will stay here for a month. Now if only I could contact Eye and if only JP will reply to my Friendster messages, my HS barkada will be complete for my birthday celebration minus Mike can't be there because he is in Las Vegas. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;So if ever I will reach the age of 100, I will be a quarter old two weeks from now. They say that this is the age where you experience a quarter life crisis. I do not know if I can handle such.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And as I turn 25, the country is facing yet another crisis. I'm not sure if PGMA can still handle this one. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-6010986475659804521?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6010986475659804521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=6010986475659804521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6010986475659804521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6010986475659804521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/02/nearing-25.html' title='Nearing 25'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2531523933412942668</id><published>2008-01-23T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:56:57.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Boat Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Paper Boat Feelings&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;You cannot hear what my mind thinks&lt;BR&gt;Or what my lips hunger to say.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Your ears are more than five hundred miles away from mine. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;So to ease the fear inside of me,&lt;BR&gt;I carefully wrote what I wanted you to hear&lt;BR&gt;On a piece of white paper&lt;BR&gt;With my loosely script hand writing,&lt;BR&gt;I wrote what I wanted you to know&lt;BR&gt;and what I wanted to say. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;As the ink marked the paper,&lt;BR&gt;slowly I wonder how this small piece of white paper&lt;BR&gt;will get through to you. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I finally inscribed my name at the end of the letter.&lt;BR&gt;Without thinking, &lt;BR&gt;I carelessly folded the paper. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;With each fold,&lt;BR&gt;I pray that, like my message,&lt;BR&gt;this small paper boat will get across to you. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I held the paper boat along the shore&lt;BR&gt;and looked at the moon. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Funny,&lt;BR&gt;but no matter how far the distance is between us, &lt;BR&gt;we are under one moon&lt;BR&gt;and under the same sky. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;We share nothing but time. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I set the paper boat on sail.&lt;BR&gt;The wind gently takes its course. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;As the calm water of the night&lt;BR&gt;gently kissed my boat, &lt;BR&gt;I  can see the ink smudging. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;My heart smeared by my own words&lt;BR&gt;The words I want you to hear. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The boat keeps sailing,&lt;BR&gt;cutting through the silent night.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I watched as the wind blew the boat far away from the shore.&lt;BR&gt;Again, I stared the the moon. &lt;BR&gt;Your voice echoes in my mind&lt;BR&gt;Your sweet words captured my heart.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The water slowly swallowed the boat. &lt;BR&gt;As my feelings slowly swallowed the better part of me. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The boat will never get through you. &lt;BR&gt;My feelings will be left unheard.&lt;BR&gt;And still, you are hundred miles away from me.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;We shared nothing but time. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;---- January 24, 2008&lt;BR&gt;     9:53 AM&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2531523933412942668?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2531523933412942668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2531523933412942668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2531523933412942668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2531523933412942668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/01/paper-boat-feelings.html' title='Paper Boat Feelings'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-6129942598896887813</id><published>2008-01-22T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:32:44.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DTI – Ayala - Magsaysay Business Plan Competition extends its deadline! </title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;DTI – Ayala - Magsaysay Business Plan Competition extends its deadline! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;With over four million peso cash prizes to be awarded to thirty creative and profitable business plans, the search is still on for the most creative, innovative, feasible, and profitable enterprises in the National Capital Region (NCR). &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;The competition urges a ll young entrepreneurs, either in the NCR or with those with at least one (1) business transaction dealing in the NCR, belonging to the micro-businesses and small &amp; medium enterprises to send in their business plans to the DTI-AYALA-MAGSAYSAY Business Plan Competition secretariat.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chiccoholic.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Z6lAoKCC0AAFZRJ0w1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft height=336 src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5Z6lAoKCC0AAFZRJ0w1/BPC_Poster.jpg?et=N0KAVbE7Lk%2BJFE0TicuFbw&amp;nmid=" width=221 border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Assistant Secretary Angel L. Pelayo of DTI-NCR expressed her unwavering commitment to this program: "DTI-NCR aims to contribute to the business sector. We believe in the ingenuity of the youth today, in making things towards progress. Spearheading this program is a testimony to the continuing role of the government as promoters of entrepreneurship." &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;The competition is open to young entrepreneurs 35 years old and below, who are planning or are already operating within the agri-business sector. There are three categories: the Young Entrepreneur (Individual Enterprise and Group Enterprise sub-categories), Student Entrepreneur (for college students only), and the Outstanding SME Business category. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Grand winners have the chance to take home as much as P500,000. After the contest, all winners will be given technical assistance as aid provision in business start-up and consultancy. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;All agriculturally based enterprises ranging from food production, seed supply, agrichemicals, farm machinery, agricultural arts and crafts, animal husbandry, crop sequencing, to organic farming and modern agriculture are eligible entries to the competition. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;For the Young Entrepreneurs Business Competition – Individual Enterprise , prizes are as follows: P300,000.00   (Grand Winner), P200,000.00 (1st Runner – up), and P100,000.00 (2nd Runner – ups). For the Young Entrepreneurs Business Competition – Group Enterprise , prizes are as follows: P500,000.00 (Grand Winner), P300,000.00 (1st  Runner – up), P200,000.00 (2nd Runner – up), and P100,000.00 (3rd Runner – up).&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;For the Student Entrepreneurs Business Competition , prizes are as follows: P100,000.00 (Grand Winner), P50,000.00 (1st Runner – up), and P20, 000.00 (10 Finalists). For the highlight category, the Young SME Business Competition, prizes are as follows: P200, 000.00 each ( Top Ten Entrepreneurs). &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;The business plan should discuss the business concept thoroughly, accompanied with financial plan, resource requirements, and market summary among others. Entries will be judged according to the following criteria: creativity of the product / service, feasibility, profitability, and contribution to the community. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;"We want to develop more opportunities for Filipino entrepreneurs. This is one of the avenues where they can showcase their inventiveness and entrepreneurial skills," Pelayo said. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Interested applicants may get hard copy of application kits at the local NCR – based DTI branches, Philippine Information Agency (Look for Girlie Guyong @T:929-4521 / 453-3760), and at Ayala Foundation, Inc. (Look for Bambi / Clarissa / Bam2 @T:752-1185, or Mildred @T: 752-1065). Application forms may also be downloaded at &lt;A href="http://www.dtincr.ph"&gt;www.dtincr.ph&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://www.starfishmagazine.com"&gt;www.starfishmagazine.com&lt;/A&gt;, or at &lt;A href="http://www.ayalafoundation.org"&gt;www.ayalafoundation.org&lt;/A&gt; .  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This is a joint project of Department of Trade and Industry, Ayala Foundation, and Office of Sen. Ramon Magsaysay, Jr., in partnership with Manila Bulletin, Manila Times, The Philippine Star, and Business Mirror. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Application forms may be sent to the DTI-Ayala-Magsaysay Business Competition Secretariat, c/o Starfish Magazine, Center for Social Development, Ayala Foundation, 10F BPI Building, Ayala cor Paseo de Roxas, Makati City. Deadline of submission is extended until 12NN, February 20, 2008. Awarding of winners will be on March 15, 2008.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;*** To view a larger version of the poster, just click on the image. :P&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-6129942598896887813?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6129942598896887813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=6129942598896887813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6129942598896887813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6129942598896887813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/01/dti-ayala-magsaysay-business-plan.html' title='DTI – Ayala - Magsaysay Business Plan Competition extends its deadline! '/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-7911880819728837300</id><published>2008-01-16T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:07:19.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Million Miles Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Million Miles Away&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This is sooooo our song right now. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I love to make you mine&lt;BR&gt;'Cause it's the only way to hold you&lt;BR&gt;In my wild imagination&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Still you  don't know how&lt;BR&gt;To grab a chance and spend some time&lt;BR&gt;In just a simple conversation&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Just give it a try&lt;BR&gt;Though I'm like chasing rainbows in the sky&lt;BR&gt;I wanna hold you in my dreams&lt;BR&gt;And make believe that it's true&lt;BR&gt;Although I know&lt;BR&gt;I know that it's impossible to do&lt;BR&gt;'Cause you're a star&lt;BR&gt;People love you as you are&lt;BR&gt;You're a million miles away from me&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I wish that you were here&lt;BR&gt;'Cause it's illusion every time you're close to me&lt;BR&gt;And sing my love songs&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;'Cause it's the only way I could tell the world&lt;BR&gt;"I love you"&lt;BR&gt;Although you're a million miles away&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Just give it a try&lt;BR&gt;Though I'm like chasing rainbows in the sky&lt;BR&gt;I wanna hold you in my dreams&lt;BR&gt;And make believe that it's true&lt;BR&gt;Although I know&lt;BR&gt;I know that it's impossible to do&lt;BR&gt;'Cause you're a star&lt;BR&gt;You're a star..&lt;BR&gt;You're a star..&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Just give it a try&lt;BR&gt;Though I'm like chasing rainbows in the sky&lt;BR&gt;I wanna hold you in my dreams&lt;BR&gt;And make believe that it's true&lt;BR&gt;Although I know&lt;BR&gt;I know that it's impossible to do&lt;BR&gt;'Cause you're a star&lt;BR&gt;You're a star..&lt;BR&gt;You're a star..&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;A million miles away from me...&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Maybe you are not a million miles away from me (587 miles to be exact), but you are definitely a star. A big, &lt;EM&gt;bonggang&lt;/EM&gt; star who has a big &lt;EM&gt;bonggang bonggang&lt;/EM&gt; impact in my life. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-7911880819728837300?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7911880819728837300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=7911880819728837300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7911880819728837300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7911880819728837300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/01/million-miles-away.html' title='Million Miles Away'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-7370511487657002803</id><published>2008-01-09T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:21:21.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meantime Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;A Meantime Guy&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;What's a meantime guy?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He's the one you call when you're bored because he makes you laugh.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because he's willing to lend an ear and be a friend.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He's the one you spend time with between guyfriends, before you find "The One". You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He's too understanding, too comfortable. He doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" man does.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But he's cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you're lonely or horny and need intimate male companionship, he'll do just fine. You don't have to wine and dine him because he knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. You're not trying to get anything of substance out of him.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He's not easy, but you know that he cares about you and is attracted to you, and that he'll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation, that he'll be able to cope with the fact that this isn't the beginning of a relationship or that time's any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for him. It won't bother him that you'll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the man you've been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He'll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call him and tell him how the date went. He's just so cool . . . Why can't all men be like that?! But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair. You know that although he would never say it, it hurts him to know that despite all him good points and all the fun you two have, you don't think he's good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it's mostly his fault, because he doesn't have to give in to your needs.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Maybe he's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on him forehead, or works at Taco Bell. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given him a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a man.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;So he remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a man. You'll joke to him that he should be the best man at your wedding, and he'll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He doesn't captivate you with his beauty, or open doors with his smile. Mainly he blends in with the crowd. He's safe.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But he wants to turn someone's head.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He wants to be special to someone, too. We all do.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He has feelings.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He has a heart.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;In fact, he probably has a bigger and better heart than any man you've ever known because he's had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and he likes you anyway.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you've given him nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, he is.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Anyway, yeah, I'm a meantime guy. Been one more times than I care to admit. I don't know the reason, really, and at this point I don't even care. I just want to let every guy know who's ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Guy that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. A lot. And someday we won't be around.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;----------&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Found this on one of the forums I usually visit. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Can you relate to this one? I think this always happen in the Homo World. The Meantine Guy is THAT super sincere guy that is usually taken for granted. In short, MARTYR. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I can relate to this. I've been a Meantime Boyfriend a few times. And I tell you, it is very unfair. But to a Meantime Guy, it is better getting that close than being nothing to the other. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Lungkot. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-7370511487657002803?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7370511487657002803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=7370511487657002803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7370511487657002803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7370511487657002803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/01/meantime-guy.html' title='A Meantime Guy'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4817903085099198722</id><published>2008-01-02T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:09:08.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Thinking Twice&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;It is a very known fact that I have a lot of friends. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I do not know what had gotten into me last night that I started to ponder on who my real friends really are. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;There are those who usually join me dancing in bars. Some join me at the mall. Of course some are from work and some are from my schools. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;But when can we actually say that your friendship with another person has finally cross the line across being true and genuine? Is it when you share a bucket full of tears? Or when you both have stomach ache from laughing out so much? Is it when everytime you need to go out, he/she is the first person to pop your mind? Is it when you feel comfortable with the silence that befalls between you when you are together?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I cannot say. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Since last night, I have been in a very, very foul mood. I am not sure why. I am now thinking twice on some of my friends. Especially those who only see me everytime they are troubled or everytime they need me. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I can pinpoint to you some of them but it is not fair. I can name names but I am holding back. Why? Because all my wanderings may be a result of me being childish as I was once called. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;And I am just hoping, as India Arie told me before, this too shall pass. I know it will. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4817903085099198722?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4817903085099198722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4817903085099198722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4817903085099198722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4817903085099198722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2008/01/thinking-twice.html' title='Thinking Twice'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-5110787051105789408</id><published>2007-12-27T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:21:46.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spice Girls In Manila?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Spice Girls In Manila?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3RBUwoKCC0AAH-VTzw1/01.jpg?et=5MyGSREIfWh04SrNLg235Q&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Last night, I got a text from my friend Rome.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;For those people who want the Spice Girls to perform in concert here in the Philippines please support buying the greatest hits to beat Thailand in the record sales so that the Philippines would have the highest record sales because the Spice Girls will base it on the sales in which of the both countries they will go. Please spread it to others, thank you. - Source: Summit Media&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I replied asking if this was true. He said that it was from a reliable source. So this morning, the minute I opened an internet explorer browser, I began to search my own sources. Apparently, the same message was posted in all the Spice Forums that I have visited. I got hold of &lt;A href="http://daphneosena.livejournal.com/7844.html "&gt;a different news. &lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I wonder who Mr. X is. But as I checked out Spice's official site, it has yet to be announced. So as the blogger said, maybe the deal is not final YET. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Keep your fingers crossed, Spice Maniacs as you march to the nearest record stores to buy your Greatest Hits copy. This may be our only chance.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-5110787051105789408?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5110787051105789408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=5110787051105789408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5110787051105789408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5110787051105789408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/12/spice-girls-in-manila.html' title='Spice Girls In Manila?'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-6316177881167719975</id><published>2007-12-27T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:49:48.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipating Yet Another Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Anticipating Yet Another Year&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Pao's YM status message puts perfectly what I am feeling four days away from 2008: I am getting tired of 2007. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I am literally tired. For the past six months, I have been juggling myself between two jobs. You think it's great because of the money I am earning. But sad to say, it is not. A big bulk of the money I earn goes to my mom and to those whom I borrowed money from when I was self employed. I still cannot but things that I want to buy, except for clothes. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This year, I also learned that earning money is not a piece of cake. I have to commend my parents for raising us. I am always complaining how hard it is to earn money, how much more if I have five kids and bills to pay? &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Twenty Double Zero Seven brought a lot of things to me. Aside from being blessed with two jobs, this year also saw my first surprise birthday party EVER. Thanks to my cool events team -- Planetmint. I was really surprised, no joke. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Last year, I was still excited on the future of our events team. But this year, we learned to accept that not all things go as expected. We failed. And it is okay to accept failure. According to Feng Shui, our Timog Office is not 'properly located' in terms of success. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Feng shui was right. After we decided to give up the office, events literally poured in. Sad for me, I just penned a year contact at GMA. So as hardworking as I am, I decided to go on having two jobs. GMA agreed that I can take the 4AM to 12 noon shift so I could do events in the afternoon. Six months after, I feel haggard ang wasted. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Having said this, I find myself seaching for an outlet. I don't know about how others deal with their stress, but for me, O Bar is the cure. No matter how sleepy or tired I am, I have to have my O Bar fix at least once a week. It's like my own comfort zone. Nothing beats spending time with great friends at O Bar. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Great friends. One thing I love about 2007. I am not bragging or anything but I have a set of great great great friends. My 2007 will be a dud without them spending the year with me. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Great friends worth mentioning are: Lester, Ate Bam, Ate Sand, Mama Grace, Robyn, Randy, Robert, Jaymie, Edmar, Raymund, Deck, Dom, Pao, Red, Hannah, Mitch, MJ, my GMA monitoring friends, China, Krestel, and of course, "Booyaki". They were all with me through all my memorable experiences this year. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Some of those experiences are: Holy Week Getaway, Galera Experience, Rock The Vote gig, Kwentong Starfish Awards Night, Christina and Beyonce's concerts.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Okay okay, so my love life is not that great this year. Who cares? Well, I used to. But I learned not to. With a great set of friends who don't give you as much drama, who am I to complain. I will survive. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;With only four days short away from 2008, I am looking forward to yet another great year but just as tiring. As of now, we have three pending events. But I vow myself that I should start thinking of the stability of my job. I will be 25 years old soon. I have to have a very stable job. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;So here's me wishing you had a great 2007 and hope you will have a rocking 2008. Cheers!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-6316177881167719975?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6316177881167719975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=6316177881167719975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6316177881167719975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6316177881167719975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/12/anticipating-yet-another-year.html' title='Anticipating Yet Another Year'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-999816528797405657</id><published>2007-12-23T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T04:10:07.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Though It's Been Said Many Times, Many Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Though It's Been Said Many Times, Many Ways&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Merry Christmas everyone. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;God bless everyone of you plus your family.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-999816528797405657?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/999816528797405657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=999816528797405657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/999816528797405657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/999816528797405657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/12/though-it-been-said-many-times-many.html' title='Though It&amp;#39;s Been Said Many Times, Many Ways'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-1053573794453217850</id><published>2007-12-20T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:22:39.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;My Christmas Rant&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Last night, a kid caroler sang in front of our gates. His medley version of well-knowned Filipino Xmas songs reminded me that it is six days to go before Jesus’ birthday. I was too busy thinking of things to realize that Xmas is so close.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;That was last night. Today, it’s five days away til Xmas. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;On my way to work this morning, radio stations also played Christmas songs. Before getting off my cab, the DJ played my favorite Christmas tune, &lt;EM&gt;My Grown-Up Christmas List&lt;/EM&gt;. I was also texting with a friend who was waiting for the &lt;EM&gt;Simbang Gabi&lt;/EM&gt; mass to start. He was attending mass; I was on my way to work. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Same will happen on the night before Christmas. While everyone is busy doing Christmas stuff like attending eating Noche Buena, catching up with what’s going on with their loved ones, opening presents, laughing heartedly on stories being told and a lot more, I am busy at work. Yes, apparently, I have a 4 PM til 12 MN duty on the 24th. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;But I have no reason to protest because I imposed it to myself. I volunteered to do the Eve duty so as to compensate with my absences in GMA because of my events gig. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Yesterday, I went to SM Centerpoint and TRIED to shop for gifts. I failed. I am not a good gift shopper. Plus, the crowd is just not tolerable.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Holidays also remind me a lot of things -- especially at Christmas time. It was around this time last year that Mike and I first tried to end things between us formally. It was exactly December 23. Two days short before Xmas. A year after, we saw each other about six times, one of which he chose to ignore me because he was with someone. I still miss him. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Christmas time always reminds me of us being father-less. Believe it or not, my father is ‘working’ on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day for the past years. He is also ‘working’ on New Year’s celebration. Last year, he arrived just as the clock was about to strike at 12 MN. Two hours after, he was off to somewhere. We never asked. I do not know why none of us asked him where he would go. I think it is because we are afraid that this answer will be the same as the one on our minds. Up until now, I am still in wonderment why he still chooses to go home. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;They say that Christmas is for kids. When I was young, I refused to believe that. I always thought that grown-ups also enjoy this season. But I was wrong. I am 24, so I am not a kid of teenager anymore; I am a member of that grown-up population. Am I enjoying Christmas every year?  Hmm. I am still enjoying the holidays but not as much when I was young. The magic of Xmas is still there but not as magical as before. I missed getting crazy every time Xmas is just around the corner. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;To everyone, have a very sexy Christmas. Hope you go crazy like kids. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-1053573794453217850?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1053573794453217850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=1053573794453217850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1053573794453217850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1053573794453217850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-christmas-rant.html' title='My Christmas Rant'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-3357079714338353541</id><published>2007-12-05T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:17:13.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shuffle Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The Shuffle Game&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I submit to my good friend Rxandy's request. Come on guys, let's all enjoy this game! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;RULES:&lt;BR&gt;1) Put your music player on shuffle&lt;BR&gt;2) For each question press the 'next' button to get your answer&lt;BR&gt;3) YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;if someone says "that's ok" you say;&lt;BR&gt;TELL HIM&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what would best describe your personality;&lt;BR&gt;DESPERADO (ouch! that hurts!!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what do you like in a guy or girl;&lt;BR&gt;ONE VOICE (haha. kasing boses ko? haha)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;how do you feel today;&lt;BR&gt;TILT YA HEAD BACK&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what is your life's purpose;&lt;BR&gt;SWEETHEART &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what is your motto;&lt;BR&gt;I'LL NEVER SAY GOODBYE!! (no way!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what do your friends think of you;&lt;BR&gt;DIRRTY! (hahah marumi pala ako sa paningin nila)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what do you think of often;&lt;BR&gt;MY HUMPS! HAHAHA&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what do you think of your best friend;&lt;BR&gt;WASTED! HAHAHA&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what do you think of the person you like;&lt;BR&gt;BLIND! HAHA&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;whats is your life story;&lt;BR&gt;COME WHAT MAY (talaga lang ha!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what do you want to be when you grow up;&lt;BR&gt;I JUST DONT WANT TO BE LONELY&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what do you think when you see the person you like;&lt;BR&gt;NEXT IN LINE (OH NOH! HAHAHA)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what do your parents think of you?&lt;BR&gt;GENIE IN A BOTTLE. HAHA &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;how will you feel at your funeral;&lt;BR&gt;SHINE! (BEEH!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what will they play at your wedding;&lt;BR&gt;LOVE ME AGAIN! HAHAHA (randy kaloka toh!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what is your hobby or interest;&lt;BR&gt;ALMOST DOESNT COUNT (EH????)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what is your biggest fear;&lt;BR&gt;VISION OF LOVE! (takot pala ako dun!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what is your biggest secret;&lt;BR&gt;I WANNA FUCK YOU (randz, horny na rin daw ako! haha may applicant ba? haha)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;what do you think of your friends;&lt;BR&gt;WIND BENEATH MY WINGS (naks!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2&lt;BR&gt;Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;BR&gt;Press next for each question.&lt;BR&gt;Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;BR&gt;No cheating!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. How am I feeling today?&lt;BR&gt;LOVE IS A BATTEFIELD! hahaha YEAH YEAH YEAH!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2. Will I get far in life?&lt;BR&gt;LISTEN! (kung naglisten ako?)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3. How do my friends see me?&lt;BR&gt;ONLY HOPE (tse!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4. Where will I get Married?&lt;BR&gt;SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW(haha regalo namin pot of gold!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5. What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;BR&gt;ILL BE YOUR LIGHT (lester, light ka daw! haha)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;6. What is the story of my life?&lt;BR&gt;AINT NO STOPPING US NOW!! (wala talaga!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;7. What is/was highschool like?&lt;BR&gt;SOMETHING KINDA FUNNY&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;8. How can I get ahead in life?&lt;BR&gt;ON THE WINGS OF LOVE (nasaan ang love?)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;9. What is the best thing about me?&lt;BR&gt;RESPECT&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;10. How is today going to be?&lt;BR&gt;IBALIK ANG KAHAPON (eh? hahaha)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;11. What is in store for you this weekend?&lt;BR&gt;LOVE TODAY! (haha sana nga. baka humabol sa pasko!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;12. What song describes my parents?&lt;BR&gt;QUEEN OF HOLLYWOOD (nanay ko lang ha!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;13. My grandparents?&lt;BR&gt;DONT LET ME GET ME (pasaway! haha)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;14. How is my life going?&lt;BR&gt;MISS YOU MOST AT XMAS TIME&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;15. What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;BR&gt;WHENEVER YOU REMEMER (aww. teka parang natanong na toh ah)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;16. How does the world see me?&lt;BR&gt;IRREPLACEABLE (talaga lang ha! haha)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;17. Will I have a happy life?&lt;BR&gt;BLAME IT ON THE WEATHERMAN (bakit uulan ba?)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;18. What do my friends really think of me?&lt;BR&gt;NASTY NAUGHTY BOY! (hahahahaha)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;19. Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;BR&gt;STUCK (they are stuck at lusting over me? haha)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;20. How can I make myself happy?&lt;BR&gt;LOVE WILL LEAD YOU BACK (hahaha babalik si kyeme? haha)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;21. What should I do with my life?&lt;BR&gt;THE JOURNEY (see i need a vkay!!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;22. Will I ever have children?&lt;BR&gt;THESE DREAMS (sa panaginip lang)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;23. What is some good advice?&lt;BR&gt;AT LAST! (haha)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;24. What is my signature dancing song?&lt;BR&gt;PUMP IT! (haha! louder!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;25. What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;BR&gt;I GET LONELY (ouch!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;26. What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;BR&gt;OH HAPPY DAYS (salungat na salungat sa what I think!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;27. What type of men/women do you like?&lt;BR&gt;PROMDI (hahaha)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In fairness natuwa ako dun. Thanks Wolfrando Capinpin III aka Rxandy. :P Friends, sagot na!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-3357079714338353541?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3357079714338353541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=3357079714338353541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3357079714338353541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3357079714338353541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/12/shuffle-game.html' title='The Shuffle Game'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-278894167892569161</id><published>2007-12-05T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:42:30.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breather</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Breather&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Filipinos are known for their humor. And this is one proof. Amidst he political instability in the country, someone was able to come up with this. Enjoy laughing!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV class=article style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 15px"&gt; &lt;H1 style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 2px" align=center&gt;Erap, Arroyo jokes give way to Trillanes chucklers&lt;/H1&gt; &lt;DIV class=article_info&gt;12/06/2007 | 01:06 AM &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=story style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 20px"&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 20px"&gt;Before, there were “Erap jokes," then there were “Gloria jokes." After last week’s Makati standoff, the latest to make the rounds of cyberspace are “Trillanes jokes."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Trillanes jokes were posted late Wednesday night on an &lt;B&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.trapo.ph/" target=_blank&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;online forum&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/B&gt; that replaced the “Pilipino" website of missing Marine Capt. Nicanor Faeldon.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Jokes in the forum included the “top 10 reasons" why Trillanes and his followers packed up at The Peninsula hotel last Nov. 29, and the “top 10 reasons" they should have holed up at a motel instead.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;According to the jokes, the top 10 reasons for Trillanes and company to pack up were:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;* Not even his mother joined them;&lt;BR&gt;* Oakwood had a better lobby;&lt;BR&gt;* CNN was not there to cover it;&lt;BR&gt;* The hotel had run out of ice cubes;&lt;BR&gt;* The APC’s were parked in the lobby and not the parking lot;&lt;BR&gt;* Trillanes realized being tear gassed was not part of his mandate as senator;&lt;BR&gt;* (former vice president Teofisto Jr.) Guingona thought it was an anti-Erap, or pro-Erap pardon rally;&lt;BR&gt;* Cool surrender was better than the company of Father Robert Reyes;&lt;BR&gt;* Trillanes noticed people were crying not because of the tear gas but because of him; and&lt;BR&gt;* Even GMA was beginning to look better the longer they stayed.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;On the other hand, the top 10 reasons Trillanes and company should have gone to Victoria Court instead were:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;* They were only gonna stay for a ‘short time’ anyway;&lt;BR&gt;* Bishop Labayen and Fr. Robert Reyes could have heard **confessions;&lt;BR&gt;* They could have wet the towels in the Jacuzzi to combat tear gas;&lt;BR&gt;* There are no wedding receptions in Victoria Court. Only honeymoons;&lt;BR&gt;* It always has more people than Manila Pen;&lt;BR&gt;* The APC won’t know which garage to park;&lt;BR&gt;* The ceiling mirrors would have thrown off the raiding party;&lt;BR&gt;* ABS-CBN could have done an episode of XXX and The Buzz while covering the coup;&lt;BR&gt;* ‘What happens in Victoria Court stays in Victoria court’; and&lt;BR&gt;* It’s a good place to get screwed. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 20px"&gt;&lt;B&gt;SOURCE: GMANews.TV&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-278894167892569161?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/278894167892569161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=278894167892569161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/278894167892569161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/278894167892569161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/12/breather.html' title='Breather'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4631985663730865800</id><published>2007-11-28T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:59:02.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho-hum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Ho-hum!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Here they go again! Senator Trillanes could become the queen of all hotels! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Wala na naman magawa si Trillanes kung hindi mangbwiset ng mga nananahimik na mga tao. To those who will come across this blog who voted for him in the last elections, seriously guys, what were you thinking?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4631985663730865800?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4631985663730865800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4631985663730865800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4631985663730865800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4631985663730865800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/11/ho-hum.html' title='Ho-hum!'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4113848911483540696</id><published>2007-11-26T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:25:54.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epilogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Epilogue&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;About a month ago, Cholo texted me about Robinson's Apartelle being tore down. I was shocked with the news since some of the best times in my life happened in some rooms of the apartelle. These best times included you. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Last night was the first time I passed by the place after receiving Cholo's message. The building was completely demolished -- just like the dreams we share inside room 204.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4113848911483540696?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4113848911483540696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4113848911483540696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4113848911483540696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4113848911483540696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/11/epilogue.html' title='Epilogue'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2547172583352648999</id><published>2007-11-25T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:54:02.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Never Say Goodbye - Kyla (Ang Ating Musika)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;A class=select href="http://princesskyla.multiply.com/video/item/12/Ill_Never_Say_Goodbye_-_Kyla_Ang_Ating_Musika"&gt;Link&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This is effing great. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Is Kyla the heir to Regine's throne? :P&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Watch!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2547172583352648999?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2547172583352648999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2547172583352648999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2547172583352648999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2547172583352648999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-never-say-goodbye-kyla-ang-ating.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll Never Say Goodbye - Kyla (Ang Ating Musika)'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2773300975493170110</id><published>2007-11-14T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:34:16.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9:27 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;9:27 AM&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;It's still raining hard outside. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;I am inside -- still waiting for a rainbow to put colors in my monotone life. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;They say there's a rainbow after every rain. I wonder when my rainbow will come.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2773300975493170110?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2773300975493170110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2773300975493170110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2773300975493170110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2773300975493170110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/11/927-am.html' title='9:27 AM'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2565605166522600445</id><published>2007-11-14T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:19:01.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5:18 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;5:18 AM&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;Rain, rain go away. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;I cannot deal with sadness today. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2565605166522600445?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2565605166522600445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2565605166522600445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2565605166522600445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2565605166522600445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/11/518-am.html' title='5:18 AM'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-292256860571162596</id><published>2007-10-29T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:14:15.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Daddy &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I have always said that I am a very brave person. I am always up for a challenge and I have always said what is in my mind.   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;But when it comes to you, I fold. There are a lot of things I want to ask and say to you. Why are you doing this to us? We do not deserve any of this.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I think the bravery that I was bragging about is overshadowed by the respect that I still have for you. You are still my dad even if you turn my world upside down. I just wish that you still have that respect for us. We are still your legal family. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-292256860571162596?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/292256860571162596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=292256860571162596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/292256860571162596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/292256860571162596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/daddy.html' title='Daddy'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8441017607052309212</id><published>2007-10-29T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:03:15.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon My French</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Pardon My French&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The past two weeks had been busy for us newsroom people.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Two Fridays ago, an explosion rocked Glorietta 2 Mall right after lunch. I just got out from a lunch date with my good friend Lester when another good friend Pao texted me about the explosion. I immediately confirmed the news from my GMA friends. Initial reports say that the explosion blast came from the mall’s basement. Eight people immediately died while hundreds were wounded.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Right after the blast, speculations immediately spread like the California wildfire. Some say that this was a terror attack while others say that this was an LPG explosion. Detained senator Antonio Trillanes even pointed his finger to the administration saying he has witnesses and documents to prove his claim. He said this about three hours after the blast.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Few days after, investigators rule out that this was a terror attack. They say that the two tanks of diesel were behind the explosion.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;To date, eleven people have been killed by the blast. And the speculations on what caused the explosion are countless. Everyone has something to say --even some unknown personalities. Hey, everyone wants an airtime.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This is one of the problems with us, Filipinos. When something like this happens, we are so busy pointing our fingers to those in fault. Senator Trillanes said that he is willing to bring out his witnesses in an independent investigating body. What’s the point? If his expose is this big, just blurt everything you know in the media. Don’t keep us in suspense. I wonder how Trillanes feels now that even foreign investigators are saying that the explosion was an ‘accident waiting to happen’. Instead of uttering inane accusations, is it not right that he should use his position to help the victims? Seriously, I wonder what the people who voted for him were thinking. I mean he is a senator but he is just sitting pretty. Literally.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Another big news was former president Erap Estrada’s pardon. Last Thursday, PGMA announced, through his Press Secretary, that she is granting Erap an executive clemency.  &lt;BR&gt;This news over-shadowed Joey de Venecia’s revelation at the senate that PGMA has a hand at the ZTE deal. Yes, after a month of saying that Gloria has no knowledge in the deal, he comes out belying his own statements. So much for his credibility.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Anyway, going back to the executive clemency, it means that Erap can walk as free as he wants to by the time he signs the pardon that the president has given him. Now, Erap is thanking the ‘country’s president’ for the pardon. With this, he just acknowledged the legitimacy of PGMA’s presidency which has been in question for a long time now. Yesterday, Senator Jinggoy Estrada cannot even answer if he is acknowledging the legitimacy of her presidency. Instead, he focused his attention on FVR (who said that the pardon was the biggest mistake) and threw allegations stating that the biggest scam happened in FVR’s administration.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This is our country’s politics. Surreal but real. Tables could turn 360 degree overnight. Enjoy the show.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;*Outdated post. I wrote this last Saturday and saved it as a draft.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8441017607052309212?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8441017607052309212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8441017607052309212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8441017607052309212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8441017607052309212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/pardon-my-french.html' title='Pardon My French'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2508627579269489735</id><published>2007-10-19T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:23:50.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Said, I Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;He Said, I Said&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;He Said&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;It started out just fine. I was browsing through an online site when a picture caught my attention. I have to admit, I am picky when it comes to talking to people online, but he really caught interest. After exchanging digits, he admitted, through text, that he is not the person in the picture in his online profile. Weird, but instead of getting mad, I thanked him for being honest. With that, my attention focused on him. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Two days after, we decided to meet up for lunch somewhere around Ortigas. Lunch was okay, we had a great talk. After which, we agreed on watching a movie. From there, it dawned me that something good is about to happen. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;After years of not knowing where my love life will lead me, he showed me where it was going. He brought a genuine smile out of my lips. He made me happy more than anything in this world. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;We were perfectly fine until he went abroad. I didn’t ask for it but he promised to text me every now and then. Sunday afternoon, he sent me an SMS. He just woke up. This was very unusual since he texted me Saturday night that he was tucking in at &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="23" Minute="0"&gt;11 PM&lt;/st1:time&gt;. And even when he is very tired, he usually gets up early. I kept mum. Later on, he admitted that he went out on Saturday night. Then why did he tell me that he is off to snooze-land at &lt;st1:time Hour="23" Minute="0"&gt;11 PM&lt;/st1:time&gt;?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Another thing: after that, he rarely texted me. I know I said that I didn’t ask for him to text me but one day without a text? Hello. Before going back to the country, he told me that his battery was running low. That was his reason why he was not able to send me messages. I kid him saying that he rarely texts even if his battery was charged. He got mad. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;His reaction shocked the hell out of me especially since this was the first time that I have done this. Clearly, the statement is a joke with a pinch of sweetness and sarcasm. But to tell me that I am ruining his trip was out of line. It was way beyond the line. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;He said that I was having doubts about his trip and everything. In the first place, it was just a joke. Second of all, if ever I was having doubts, which I have to admit that I was kinda having, don’t I deserve an explanation? Last I checked: he is my boyfriend. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Few days back, I wanted to meet him up for dinner. He said he was in a mall near my place. He told me He was with a friend. I asked him if he wanted to meet up for dinner. His reply? He said that I was on it again and that I was having doubts if he was indeed with a friend. He asked how we can go on if I didn’t trust him. Wait a minute, wanting to have dinner is all about trust? And if I was really having doubts on who he was with, am I not entitled to be jealous? Again, last I checked, he is my boyfriend. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;And what saddens me the most, is that amid of all this, he was the once who asked for time and space. He told me that he cannot handle all the stress of our relationship. So what can I do but give in to his request. Right now, I am giving him all the space he wanted and the smile that he gave me the first time we met is slowly fading. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;--- &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;I Said&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I have known the narrator above for quite some time now and I think both of us can attest that we know each other so well. For me, he is my only friend who knows when enough is indeed enough. He is one of those who can perfectly define the thin line between right and wrong; too little and too much. That being said, he rarely commits mistake when it comes to crucial decision. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Usually, when a friend seeks me for an advice, I usually speak what they want to hear. But with us, it is different – we do not tolerate. I can tell him straight to his face my uninfluenced and unbiased opinion as he can to me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;After telling me what he narrated above, I told him that he is not at fault. He has every right to ask what he wants to know. Every kind of lover does that. I also believe that all of us deserve an explanation. It is hurt so much to think that we are not even worthy of an explanation. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I have known the guy after the three of us went out for a dinner and movie last week and I really find him very nice. But apparently, the guy did not know the consequence of the time and space he is asking. He just lost one of the two most precious gems in the world – me being the other. As the Janet Jackson once crooned, you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone. After being drowned with the time and space he is asking, the reality he will face will hit him like a bullet in his brain. And one last thing (sorry I cannot help this), if he does not want the stress of having a relationship, be single forever. And if he does not want to be stressed about life and all its drama, he should curl up inside her mother’s fetus where he is protected from all the world’s anxieties. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;And to the narrator above, hey ding, I know it’s hard to end everything that started so well. But as they say, nothing really is forever. Nobody likes endings especially when it comes to relationships but one must know when to hold on and when to let go. Knowing you, I think you perfectly know which one to do. And don’t lose that genuine smile, who knows, you next guy is falling in love with that smile?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align=justify&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; PS: I also wrote the &lt;EM&gt;He Said &lt;/EM&gt;part so if there is any lapses of events, I am at fault. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2508627579269489735?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2508627579269489735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2508627579269489735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2508627579269489735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2508627579269489735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-said-i-said.html' title='He Said, I Said'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8849660753407932893</id><published>2007-10-04T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:56:14.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Can We Really?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;How do I put these on words? Let me try. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;A lot has been said about the Desperate Housewives' racist slur and it is starting to annoy me. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Can we really blame them for seeing our medical practitioners as such? Maybe the writers have heard of the special Recto's "diploma" and the nursing leakage scandal. Maybe these are the writers' basis for their statement. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;IMO, the Filipino is now over reacting. The US based network ABC has already issued their apology, a thing that the Filipino community wants. Now they want more -- ban the show in Asia, have them retract the racist statement, have a Filipino doctor as guest in the TV show, delete/edit the particular scene, etc etc etc. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;The exact line of Teri Hatcher's character was &lt;EM&gt;"before going further, can I check these diplomas cause I would just like to make sure that they're not from some med school in the Philippines."&lt;/EM&gt; Let me stress on the word &lt;STRONG&gt;SOME&lt;/STRONG&gt;. Susan, Teri's character, said SOME med schools which means that she is not pointing to the whole population of medical schools in the Philippines. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;In our country, nursing is the most popular course choice of the high school graduates. This is the reason why, nowadays, there are a lot of nursing schools in the country. I remember hearing a news story about some of the nursing school who did not pass the CHED standard but it is still accepting enrollees. So maybe that is the &lt;EM&gt;'SOME med schools'&lt;/EM&gt; that the writers are referring to. Maybe this is also the reason why the writers considered mentioning our country. It is not even a blow to the Filipino doctors, it is an insult to that &lt;EM&gt;'some med schools' &lt;/EM&gt;in our country.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I know we are offended with the remark, but we have to consider that Desperate Housewives is a drama sitcom. It is not a commentary show. Frankly, I found the statement a bit funny because of Teri's delivery. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;We, Filipinos, should have humor and should know when a joke is being made. And if we are so secure of our doctors capabilities, we should just laugh it off, right? And instead of whining, we should take this as a challenge. And we should not take everything seriously. Plus, in the country where fake products are at large (not to mention a question in the legitimacy of the president), we should not be shocked with these kind of allegations. It is normal. Very normal. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;And I am sure&lt;EM&gt; may mag rereact na naman ng bongang bonga. :D&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8849660753407932893?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8849660753407932893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8849660753407932893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8849660753407932893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8849660753407932893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-we-really.html' title='Can We Really?'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-238989319755377992</id><published>2007-09-24T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T15:39:32.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 3650!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chiccoholic.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rvgo8QoKCqcAABN@VRk1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Goodbye 3650!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chiccoholic.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RvgwJwoKCqcAAG97cAc1"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RvgwJwoKCqcAAG97cAc1/ABCD0005.JPG?et=nOFB761wR25pjrTGPbivaQ" border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/A&gt;He died last Sunday. All cellphone repair shops said that he is beyond any technology cure. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I love this phone. He lived for almost 5 years, survived 4 sim changes and saw a lot of changes in my life. He heard my top most secret and read all my text exchange with my friends. He was with me anywhere I go. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I am still having a hard time accepting the fact that I will have to start a new relationship with a new phone. And I got really sad by his sudden demise. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Goodbye to you, my beloved 3650. I'm gonna miss you badly. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-238989319755377992?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/238989319755377992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=238989319755377992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/238989319755377992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/238989319755377992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodbye-3650.html' title='Goodbye 3650!'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4410492759224731800</id><published>2007-09-23T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T17:50:40.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sad Happy Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Happy Sad Happy Sad&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Mama Grace gave me a shirt from her trip to Bangkok with 'Happy Sad' written all over the neck line of the shirt. She said it instantly reminded her of me that's why she bought it for me. I loved it. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Anyway, I fully understand why it reminded her of me. Few years back, a mentor told me that I have a wide range of emotions. He said that it was a gift. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I do not know if I can consider it a gift. I hate it when I feel extremely happy one moment and then in a blink of an eye, I will hit rock bottom. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;These past few weeks, I have been trying to resist being sad. Sunday dawn, I was about to hit rock bottom when I was on my way home from Malate. I slept through it. When I woke up, I was starting to feel perky. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I went online and surf through my Friendster, I started to answer one of those surveys. When I get to one of the questions, I stopped answering and closed the computer immediately to avoid getting depressed. Why? I did not know what the answer to &lt;EM&gt;How do you see yourself 5 years from now, career wise?&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I actually do not know the answer. I am not the type of person who wants to have long term plans. And yesterday, it scared the shit out of me. I do not know what I will be doing five years from now. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Right now, I have a GMA contract up until May 2008. I have sideline events til March. Other than that, I have no solid plans on the coming years. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Now I am starting to get scared of what is really  in store for me. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4410492759224731800?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4410492759224731800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4410492759224731800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4410492759224731800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4410492759224731800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-sad-happy-sad.html' title='Happy Sad Happy Sad'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-1596151554918544918</id><published>2007-09-19T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:12:49.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Randomly Rants&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I woke up today with colds and I am in for a long day. We have a set-up at Antipolo for our event tomorrow. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Something so beautiful for me went kaput even before it started. I think the three-word thing destroyed it all. What can I do? He caught me off guard and I have my reasons. Well, some good things are really not meant to go on forever. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Last night, somebody from my Multiply network texted me that her problems are beginning to take its toll on her. And to quote her, she said that she wants to 'kill herself for being herself.' I hope you get across my blog sweetie, let me tell you this: I have been through my my own share of shit, but I struggled my way to get out of it. Why? Because I have realized that life is full of choices. You can eithe be happy or be sad. But when you kill yourself, all chances fade. When you kill yourself, you have no choice because, well, you are dead. In life, when you make mistakes, you can always correct it. There are no wrongs that you cannot make right again. But when you slash your wrist or hang yourself, there are no turning back. You are not your own God so you cannot give back your life. I hope you read this and realize the things you were saying last night is just unimaginable. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I think Anthony Taberna is one smart pants commentator. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;We, Letran College's Knights, lost to San Beda Lions yesterday at the NCAA. I missed watching NCAA and screaming my lungs out. My fave shouts are "Uwi na kayo!" and "Beda tulo laway" Hopefully, I wil be able to yell them next week. I promised my batchmates who watched the game yesterday that I will join them in Game 2 which is set on September 26, next Wednesday. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Anyway, it is still 7:06 in the morning and my day has yet to begin. I am at work nursing colds and an almost broken heart. Bring it on. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-1596151554918544918?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1596151554918544918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=1596151554918544918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1596151554918544918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1596151554918544918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/randomly-rants.html' title='Randomly Rants'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-766576846440064965</id><published>2007-09-12T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:17:49.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breather</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Breather&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Erap's guilty verdict news bore me. Here is something to keep myself entertained. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHAT MADE YOU SMILE YESTERDAY?&lt;BR&gt;A: Watching Friends and Sister Act 1&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT 8 THIS&lt;BR&gt;MORNING?&lt;BR&gt;A: it's three hours away. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHAT WERE YOU DOING 15 MINUTES AGO?&lt;BR&gt;A: typing news stories on my computer&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN&lt;BR&gt;1995?&lt;BR&gt;A: I was in fifth grade. Hmm. I was studying my ass out. I was a nerd when I was in elementary. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: LAST THING YOU SAID ALOUD?&lt;BR&gt;A: Mamaya na!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: HOW MANY DIFFERENT KINDS DID YOU&lt;BR&gt;DRINK TODAY?&lt;BR&gt;A: Iced Tea pa lang. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHERE DO YOU KEEP YOUR CHANGE?&lt;BR&gt;A: back pocket of my jeans. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE TODAY?&lt;BR&gt;A: it's cold but it is still dark. hello, its still 5 AM!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: BEST ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;BR&gt;A: always cookies and cream!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: SOMETHING YOU ARE EXCITED ABOUT?&lt;BR&gt;A: Saturday night!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: LAST RAINBOW YOU SAW?&lt;BR&gt;A: I think the last time I saw a rainbow was at Galera last summer. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHAT SIZE SHOE DO YOU WEAR?&lt;BR&gt;A: 7-8 &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?&lt;BR&gt;A: one&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: ARE YOU VERY RANDOM?&lt;BR&gt;A: sometimes. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: DO YOU WANT TO CUT YOUR HAIR?&lt;BR&gt;A: i had my haircut two days ago and I've cute it short!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: ARE YOU OVER THE AGE OF 25?&lt;BR&gt;A: NO!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: DO YOU TALK A LOT?&lt;BR&gt;A: when i feel like it. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: DOES YOUR SCREEN NAME HAVE AN ''&lt;BR&gt;X '' IN IT?&lt;BR&gt;A: Some of my friends call me chiX&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: DO YOU KNOW ANYONE CALLED STEVE?&lt;BR&gt;A: I know someone but we are not formally introduce.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: DO YOU MAKE UP YOUR OWN WORDS?&lt;BR&gt;A: yeah!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: ARE YOU TICKLISH?&lt;BR&gt;A: super!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: ARE YOU TYPICALLY A JEALOUS PERSON?&lt;BR&gt;A: sometimes. but within reasons. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: NAME A FRIEND WHOSE NAME STARTS&lt;BR&gt;WITH THE LETTER "J":&lt;BR&gt;A: Joanne. Jonathan. John. Jenny. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: NAME A FRIEND WHOSE NAME STARTS&lt;BR&gt;WITH AN "M":&lt;BR&gt;A: Marian. Mel. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: 4TH PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALLS?&lt;BR&gt;A: EJ Luis..:D&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHAT DID THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU&lt;BR&gt;RECEIVED SAY?:&lt;BR&gt;A: A good morning message from Lester&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?&lt;BR&gt;A. when im bored. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHO IS THE COOLEST PERSON IN YOUR&lt;BR&gt;LIFE?&lt;BR&gt;A: my best friends!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHAT SAYING DO YOU SAY A LOT?&lt;BR&gt;A: buhay talaga... (as if this is a saying! haha) anyway, i read something which i like: Yesterday ended last night. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU SAID TO&lt;BR&gt;SOMEONE, AND WHO WAS IT?&lt;BR&gt;A: Mamaya na. Tintin. she was asking for the invitation. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: DO YOU WATCH TV?&lt;BR&gt;A: yeah!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE DONNIE&lt;BR&gt;DARKO?&lt;BR&gt;A: nope. what;'s thaT?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?&lt;BR&gt;A: haha&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID "I&lt;BR&gt;LOVE YOU" AND MEANT IT?&lt;BR&gt;A: hmmm. few months ago. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?&lt;BR&gt;A: Chix&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST&lt;BR&gt;SIGHT?&lt;BR&gt;A: attraction comes first. love comes after u get to know the person.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: YOUNGEST PERSON IN YOUR FAMILY?&lt;BR&gt;A: Ian&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?&lt;BR&gt;A: sometimes. kapag antok na antok!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: BEST MOVIE YOU'VE SEEN IN THE PAST&lt;BR&gt;TWO WEEKS?&lt;BR&gt;A: Sister Act 1!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Q: WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT&lt;BR&gt;NOW?&lt;BR&gt;A: Kyla's The Last Time&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Boredome rules!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-766576846440064965?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/766576846440064965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=766576846440064965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/766576846440064965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/766576846440064965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/breather.html' title='Breather'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8184800203368809355</id><published>2007-09-11T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:06:54.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Sourgraping Comes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;And The Sourgraping Comes...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;As one of Estrada lawyers says, "Why am I not suprised?"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Why am I not suprised that there's a lot of sourgraping after Estrada's verdict?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I can still hear the president laughing and saying, " Ang shaya shaya, noh?"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8184800203368809355?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8184800203368809355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8184800203368809355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8184800203368809355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8184800203368809355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-sourgraping-comes.html' title='And The Sourgraping Comes..'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-6438067598158374015</id><published>2007-09-11T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:57:48.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Guilty!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Former President Joseph Estrada is guilty of the plunder charges against him. He is now facing &lt;EM&gt;reclusion perpetua&lt;/EM&gt; or 40 years in prison and is Tanay bound once again&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Shocked? For me, I was not. How about you? &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;You think he deserves the verdict? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-6438067598158374015?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6438067598158374015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=6438067598158374015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6438067598158374015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6438067598158374015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/guilty.html' title='Guilty!'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4994634390783287493</id><published>2007-09-11T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:56:57.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Guilty Or Not?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;As a normal person, I am guilty of many things. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I am guilty of staying up late at night, staying tucked in bed until noon, eating too much chocolates, going home early from work, lying to have my way or to get out of things, being mean, faking what I think must be faked, watching too much porn, being lazy all the time, not giving enough but receiving too much, buying too much stuff, munching a lot of junk foods, drinking alcohol like there is no tomorrow, partying til dawn, surfing the net too much, blogging everyday and not writing enough in my private notebook, and listening to my ipod at least half of my day. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I am sure the former president is also guilty of some of the things enumerated above. But the real question is if he is guilty of the four things that he is being accused of. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Stay tuned. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;---------- &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Are you also guilty of not trusting this country's politicians? Well, I am. Well how can I trust them? Some of the people supporting Erap right now are the same persons who walked out of the senate after Erap's then-allies voted not to open the second envelope. They are the people who initiated Edsa II which replaced Erap with then-VP Gloria Macapagal Arroyo. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Talk about plastics.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;--------- &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;One of Erap supporters said: "Kung guilty ang hatol, hindi kami manggugulo. Susunod kami sa batas!"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Well, we have to put on that test if Erap is found guilty. They should keep their words sweet, in case they have to eat them after a guilty verdict. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4994634390783287493?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4994634390783287493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4994634390783287493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4994634390783287493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4994634390783287493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/guilty-or-not.html' title='Guilty Or Not?'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-1872868191705201846</id><published>2007-09-09T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:43:08.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Your Erap Verdict?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;What Is Your Erap Verdict?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Sandigan Bayan is set to reveal deposed president Joseph Estrada's verdict on his plunder case on Wednesday, September 12. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Of course, every opinionated being is divided on what they think must be the verdict. Some say that Erap should be vindicated while others have no doubt that Erap will be guilty. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Erap said that he did nothing wrong. If he is innocent, why did his allies didn't want the second envelope to be open? The crying scene of Senator Loren Legarda and the dancing performance of then senator Tessie Oreta placed a final nail on the coffin of Erap's presidency. FYI, Legarda is now on Estrada's team while Oreta joined the administration wagon on the previous elections (oh well, POLITICS!).&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If Erap is vindicated, then he should be back to Malacanang, right? God forbid! What made this situation more complicated is that the presidency of PGMA -- the president who took over his place --is still in question especially now that the senate has re-opened the Hello Garci investigation. This means that if he will be found innocent and PGMA is guilty of election cheating, he is still our legal president. (It took me a loooong time and effort to type those words)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If he is guilty, all hells will break loose. Pro Erap groups will definitely launch massive protest rallies everywhere. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;What is my Erap verdict? As the clich&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;é&lt;/SPAN&gt; goes, no one is above the law and I think he will be found guilty. IMO, every politicians is guilty of corruption. It is just a matter of how they hide and get away with it. That being said, Erap should take lessons from PGMA.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;How about you, what's your Erap verdict?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-1872868191705201846?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1872868191705201846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=1872868191705201846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1872868191705201846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1872868191705201846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-your-erap-verdict.html' title='What Is Your Erap Verdict?'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-7329116389093446659</id><published>2007-09-06T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:31:40.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daymaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Daymaker&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I just went online on Yahoo Messenger when some one called through it. I answered it even though I have no mic. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;And his first words made my day:&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"I just called to say how much I miss you."&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;It brought a genuine smile out of my lips. If only we can bridge across the distance. And finally, I heard him say 'nyeee' again. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-7329116389093446659?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7329116389093446659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=7329116389093446659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7329116389093446659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7329116389093446659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/daymaker.html' title='Daymaker'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-5326252180639961173</id><published>2007-09-06T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:28:35.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Wordless&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Yesterday, a frequent visitor of my blog sent me a private message through YM. He asked me why I haven't written a new material for my blog. It got me thinking. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Two days ago I just posted an entry announcing the start of season 4 of the Desperate Housewives. Lately, I have been posting mostly on my audio and video section. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;So why my blog remains empty for the past week remains unknown to me. Maybe I am a worldess warrior right now. Or being sleep deprived is killing the rest of my brain cells. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-5326252180639961173?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5326252180639961173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=5326252180639961173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5326252180639961173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5326252180639961173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/wordless.html' title='Wordless'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-5697734743052571506</id><published>2007-09-03T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T18:43:49.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Housewives Season 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chiccoholic.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rty3uwoKCqcAAHc7A5o1"&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Desperate Housewives Season 4&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rty3uwoKCqcAAHc7A5o1/87862601.jpg?et=c7wxWnXkRe%2CGf0UGalR4Lg" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;They are back!! Season 4 starts at September 30. I wonder when it will start here in the Philippines.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I wonder what will happen to Edie Britt. Obviously she did not die. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Can't wait!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-5697734743052571506?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5697734743052571506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=5697734743052571506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5697734743052571506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5697734743052571506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/desperate-housewives-season-4.html' title='Desperate Housewives Season 4'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20066661.post-1082998199468334702</id><published>2007-08-29T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:31:26.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Network War Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Network War Again&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Less than a month after Angel Locsin's &lt;EM&gt;ober da bakod&lt;/EM&gt;, another network war is in the offing. This time it involves two noontime show hosts -- Joey de Leon and Willie Revillame. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Everyday, we see people cry at Wowowee &lt;EM&gt;(iniwan ako ng nanay ko, wala po kaming pera pang kain, sumama sa iba ang asawa ko, blah blah blah drama),&lt;/EM&gt; but yesterday, the main host cried. We were all shocked when Willie came out, crying. He is crying over Joey de Leon's statement against him and his program. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;While watching him weep, I got myself thinking, "&lt;EM&gt;What could Joey de Leon had done for Willie to shout on live national television?"&lt;/EM&gt; Willie was saying things like, &lt;EM&gt;"Kayo na #1. Sa inyo na ratings niyo!"&lt;/EM&gt; and "&lt;EM&gt;Akala mo napakalinis mong tao!"&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;As kibitzer as I am, I surfed through the net what really happened. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Few weeks ago, there had been accusations that there is cheating in one of Wowowee's games. The bayong which was supposed to contain the 2 million prize contained zero. they hushed the issue by saying that this was an honest mistake. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Known for his snide remarks, Joey de Leon wrote an article where he ended it with "cheating happens on TV." And I think he also made some remarks on Eat Bulaga. Joey did not explicitly said that Willie and Wowowee is involved in the cheating. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Having read that, in my opinion, what Willie has said yesterday was a result of over reacting to issues. It was very uncalled for. It's like coming out to the world begging for sympathy. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Anyway, Willie is known for that. And IMO, I think the show is so exploiting the vulnerablity of the poor. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Nobody cares about the ratings, I think what the people wants is a formal statement on what really happened when the 2 million failed to show where it was supposed to be. We have seen enough crying on Wowowee, so please leave the eyes of the host dry. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Joey de Leon is set to give his own statement this afternoon on Eat Bulaga. Get your popcorns and sodas, this is one network war you would not want to miss. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-1082998199468334702?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1082998199468334702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=1082998199468334702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1082998199468334702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1082998199468334702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/network-war-again.html' title='Network War Again'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2653172164417693327</id><published>2007-08-27T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:28:30.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close My Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#ff0000 size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Close My Eyes&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;RULES:&lt;BR&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;BR&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;BR&gt;3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. If someone says "Is this okay?" you say?&lt;BR&gt;-- Umulan Man O Umaraw by Kyla. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2. What would best describe your personality?&lt;BR&gt;-- I've Never Been To Me by Randy Crawford. (So true!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV class=bodytext style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;BR&gt;-- Buhay Ng Buhay Ko by Regine Velasquez&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;BR&gt;-- Sin Wagon by Carrie Underwood&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;BR&gt;-- Yeah Yeah Yeah by Juan Dablo Dream (to have a good time!! YEAH YEAH YEAH!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;BR&gt;-- One Moment In Time by Whitney Houston ( I will bee freeeeee!!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=bodytext style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;BR&gt;-- Alone by Heart ( OMG. So they think im alone! WAAH)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;BR&gt;-- My All by Mariah Carey (eh?)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;BR&gt;-- Natutulog Ba Ang Diyos by Lani Misalucha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=bodytext style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=bodytext style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;10. What do you think of your bestfriend?&lt;BR&gt;-- I Can by Regine Velasquez (so true. hehe)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;11. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;BR&gt;-- My Immortal by Evanescence (siyet!0&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;12. What is your life story?&lt;BR&gt;-- Tears Dry On Their Own by Amy Winehouse (siyet again!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;13. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;BR&gt;-- Paglisan by Color It Red (eh grown up na ako? hehe)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;14. What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;BR&gt;-- Bad Habit by Joss Stone! hahaha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; &lt;DIV class=bodytext style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;15. What do your parents think of you?&lt;BR&gt;-- War Of Nerves by All Saints. haha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;BR&gt;-- One More Try by Kyla (if ever i say i love you baby...will you ever understand me...) dapat The Promise eh!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;BR&gt;-- Healing by Denice Williams (dapat To Where You Are!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;18. What is your favorite hobby/interest?&lt;BR&gt;-- &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;My Humps by BEP. hahaha&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;19. What is your biggest fear?&lt;BR&gt;-- Butterfly by Kyla. (i love butterflies. wag lang ipis!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;BR&gt;-- &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;I Just Wanna Fucking Dance!! (though its not a secret.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;21. What song will be the title when you repost this?&lt;BR&gt;-- Close My Eyes by Mariah Carey (love this song!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=bodytext style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=bodytext style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Wala lang. :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2653172164417693327?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2653172164417693327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2653172164417693327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2653172164417693327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2653172164417693327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/close-my-eyes.html' title='Close My Eyes'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-5254524024298983331</id><published>2007-08-26T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:56:58.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry at Gateway</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Hungry at Gateway&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It's past noontime and I have not eaten my lunch yet. I have a 2 PM meeting at The Fort with Ate Bam and Ate Sand. I am waiting for Ate Bam here at Gateway. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And I am starting to get hungry. I don't know what is it in me but I cannot eat alone on public places. Actually, there are many things I cannot do alone like watching movies and stuff like that. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Does anyone here have the same problem? Or am i just being a brat?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-5254524024298983331?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5254524024298983331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=5254524024298983331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5254524024298983331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5254524024298983331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/hungry-at-gateway.html' title='Hungry at Gateway'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8113123474220427600</id><published>2007-08-19T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:13:52.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Days on a Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Good Old Days On A Rainy Day&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Last Thursday, my first year college friends went out because JM is here for a visit. She is with her daughter Julienne plus her mom and sister. We met at Manila Hotel at around 7. We includes Edenne, Krestel and Joanne. Edenne and Joanne came with their husbands. Krestel and I came alone. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;At first, we had a very delicious dinner at Dampa at Marcos Highway. JM enjoyed the food. At first, we thought that after dinner, we will all go home because of Egay. But after dinner, Jay-em wanted to spend more time with us in front of alcohols. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;So after bringing Julienne back to Manila Hotel, we went to a Korean KTV Bar. It is a fact that Krestel and Jay-em is known at Letran for their voice. So it is nice to hear their voices again. &lt;EM&gt;Napakahusay!&lt;/EM&gt; Krestel voice is more mature while Jay-em is much more powerful. Jay-em nailed Aegis' Halik while Krestel sang I Turn To You (our theme song!) effortlessly. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;After two bottles of Henessy and a round of beer, we were all drunk. It made us miss college days more. I remember the first time we met each other, we went to SM Manila to eat lunch on our one hour break. We failed to get back to Letran on time and almost missed our first Logic class. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;After almost 8 years of friendship, we are still there for each other. Although one thing has changed. Before, when we are all together, we talk about the latest fads, giggle because of boys, spend about one hour in the comfort room to put on make-up and just hang out as if we do not care about things. But now, all of their priorities have changed: KIDS and MARRIAGE. We are more mature when it comes to perspectives in life. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;We had a good fun. We missed each other. And we all know that we will miss Jay-em even more when she goes back to the States. They say that one thing which is constant is change. I am so glad that though we have changed, our friendship is still there. If ever it has changed, it only got stronger. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8113123474220427600?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8113123474220427600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8113123474220427600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8113123474220427600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8113123474220427600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-old-days-on-rainy-day.html' title='Good Old Days on a Rainy Day'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8999015925806414614</id><published>2007-08-15T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:44:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coping Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Coping Up&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I am feeling better right now. I am just in the state of hating some things. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If I hate myself yesterday, today, I hate my work!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I wonder what I'll hate tomorrow. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8999015925806414614?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8999015925806414614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8999015925806414614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8999015925806414614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8999015925806414614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/coping-up.html' title='Coping Up'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-6099637163776149349</id><published>2007-08-13T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:23:14.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration Wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Inspiration Wanted&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;After another bottle of caffeine, let me try to put in words things which bother me. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;A lot of things are going on in my life right now. I have few rakets alongside my day job, I have great set of friends and I love them to bits. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;But I have to admit there are still things that I long for – a lifetime steady career, new mobile phone, a digital camera, new clothes, shoes, vacation and an inspiration. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I know I have to work twice as hard to achieve some of the things I want. But I am focusing on finding someone who can inspire me to achieve these things. There are a lot of prospects but, as they say, kung walang spark, wala talaga. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;These past few weeks have been dry for me. There is this emptiness inside of me that I feel that I need to fill. It has been almost a year since Mike happened in my life. When I was with him, that void was filled by him. Now that he is gone, he took away with him the part of him which filled my emptiness. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I miss having someone -- someone to share my dreams, someone to talk to my fears, someone to ease the pain. A person who will tell me that everything will be okay. Someone who can assure me things will get better in the coming days and who can put a smile on my lonely face. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Now I am starting to think if the problem lies within me. I think Mike damaged me more than I thought so. I know it is so not right to blame someone but I cannot help but think. I have done a lot of things for him in the name of f-ing love that I do not know if I am ready to do it all over again. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I know I have a lot of friends, but few of them I can trust. I can only count in my hands the friends who knows the real me. Few of them saw me hit rock bottom and I can count in my hands how many of them got their shoulders wet with my tears. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Sometimes, when I am at home, I just want to jump back in my mom’s uterus and curl up like a fetus. I know I will be safe there; protected from all the world’s anxieties. In there, I can feel no emotions. Every so often, I wish I was still a baby who cannot speak. So in times when I cannot fully express how I can feel, crying will be the best way to explain my side. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;At one point and another, all of us pass through a phase when we feel so alone. This is my phase. I feel so alone right now. I am more scared being alone than being dead. At least when you are dead, you cannot feel any emotions where as being alone makes you think of all the things that you should not be thinking. Alongside with this thinking, you will feel every kind of emotions that you are capable of feeling. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;So that’s what been bugging me for the past six hours. I feel so alone, unloved, empty and damaged.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I know I do not make sense. My blog does not make sense either. I told you I am a t a loss for words right now. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-6099637163776149349?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6099637163776149349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=6099637163776149349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6099637163776149349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6099637163776149349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/inspiration-wanted.html' title='Inspiration Wanted'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-659815725707811897</id><published>2007-08-13T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:47:11.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Packed Thoughts&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I have always been good at articulating what I think and how I feel. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But right now, my mind is filled with things I do not know what. After three bottles of Pepsi and two Hershey's chocolate, I still do not know what to say. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I am at a loss for words right now. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-659815725707811897?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/659815725707811897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=659815725707811897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/659815725707811897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/659815725707811897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/packed-thoughts.html' title='Packed Thoughts'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4658011036193640836</id><published>2007-08-09T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:29:06.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 6, 1992</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;October 6, 1992&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I cannot forget this date. I was watching ANG TV when my Tita's Yaya came running across our house's driveway.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"Sunog! Sunog!"&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I thought it was a joke but you can sense the fear in her voice. I dropped the Chippy that I was eating and went straight out of the house and left Jolina Magdangal singing. When I got outside, I thought that our house was burning. Turned out, the house next to ours is burning up in flames. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;My mom gathered us around (Back then, Ian, our younger brother, is not yet born. And my mom and dad is still in speaking terms.) and took us to Lola Consoling's place and then called my dad to inform him. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;We stayed there for the whole night that our house is burning. There is school the next day. Lola Consoling served us dinner. I didn't eat because my appetite would not cooperate. How can it cooperate? We are bound to lose everything we have. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Upon watching the smokes climb up the air, I remember one thing: my pet rabbits. I got up immediately and told my brother that my rabbit is stuck in between our house and the house burning. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I was on the verge of tears when my brother gave me no answer. I sat down the ground near one of our dogs. I pet his head. I kept on thinking how my rabbit will look like when he is burned by the fire. I stopped thinking when I realized I do not want to see him that way.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Lola Consoling's gate opened and my Tito came in -- with him was the cage of my rabbit. Inside the cage, my white rabbit is sleeping soundly. How can an animal sleep while the house of his owner is burning?!?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I jumped in glee and got up, getting the cage. I immediately took the rabbit outside his cage and into my hands. My dad arrived with his sister. He was in tears when he hugged us. My Tita told me that they almost met an accident when they were on their way over because my dad was rushing to our house and was violating all traffic rules. I wonder if dad will have the same reaction if ever this happedn to us right now. I highly doubt. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;After about five hours, the fire was under control. Only a part of our house was damaged by the fire but all of our things were wet. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I was sleepless for about four days. I didn't go to school for a week. All my notebooks, books and school stuff were drenched. We stayed at our Tita's place for about four days. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;A Filipino saying goes, "&lt;EM&gt;Mabuti nang manakawan, huwag lang masunugan."&lt;/EM&gt; And it is so true. We are lucky that the fire did not reach our house. we are fortunate that the only thing that happened to us was that all of our things got wet. No one died except for the Lola in the house where the fire started. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Up until now, I still cannot believe that it happened to us. We survived with wet things. Fifteen years after, we are still survivors -- surviving things more worse than a fire. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4658011036193640836?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4658011036193640836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4658011036193640836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4658011036193640836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4658011036193640836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/october-6-1992.html' title='October 6, 1992'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-997478761377786143</id><published>2007-08-09T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:57:54.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MRT Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;MRT Tale&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Last Tuesday after work, I went to Galleria to meet up with Lester for our 11:30 AM lunch date. I left the office at around  11:10 AM anticipating a short travel via MRT. Little did I know that it will take me 45 minutes to get to Galleria. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;When I bought the tickets, there were several people waiting for the train. I joined them. It took about 30 minutes for our train to arrive. I was sooooooo freaking pissed. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;What pissed me more is when this group of all-girl group of &lt;EM&gt;kolehiyalas &lt;/EM&gt;who joined us in our coach when they all know that there is a special coach for girls. And they were giggling when they found out how tight the people are inside our coach. DUH!?!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;To all the &lt;EM&gt;kolehiyalas&lt;/EM&gt; out there, let me speak your language so you could get my point: &lt;EM&gt;It's like this, you know. There is this, like, a special coach for like girls and the disabled. And you can ride it so you can, like, get to your, like destination without guys, like, making hipo to you. Can you, like, get your, like, dumb ass over there so all of our lives will be, like, so much better, like? &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;In my language: fuck off our coach and go to the first coach of the train!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-997478761377786143?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/997478761377786143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=997478761377786143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/997478761377786143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/997478761377786143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/mrt-tale.html' title='MRT Tale'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8470852060187481735</id><published>2007-08-07T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:50:51.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Raindrops Questions&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Tropical Depression Chedeng brought rains over the country for the past two days. Right now, it is still giving us mild rain showers and it is very windy. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Elementary and High School classes are suspended. One of my questions is for my working multiply friends: Don't you miss having you classes suspended? Waking up at 6 AM only to find out that classes are suspended. So you can go back to bed and sleep up until 12 NN. Do you miss oversleeping on weekdays feeling the warmth of your blanket? i do miss both situations. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;College classes are not suspended. For all the college students there: don't you hate it that you are being left out from all of this suspension? Back then, I have always felt that if there would be a level which they have to suspend, it would have to be college. Don't the CHED officials realize that almost all college students are going to their schools via public transportation? And do they have an inkling on how HARD it is to travel on rainy days? Don't you think it is unfair for them not to suspend your classes because you are old enough to handle the rain? Again, I do. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;And this question goes to all of my Multiply contacts regardless of your age: is it just me or do you always feel twice as lonely when the rain starts to drop? I wonder why rainy days, not only on Mondays as the Carpenters used to serenade to us but also from Tuesdays to Sundays, always keep us down?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8470852060187481735?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8470852060187481735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8470852060187481735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8470852060187481735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8470852060187481735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/raindrops-questions.html' title='Raindrops Questions'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-1002471197285248197</id><published>2007-08-06T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:39:58.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two's A Company, Three's The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Two's A Company, Three's The Best&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;In one's lifetime, they say that you are lucky to have one person whom you can trust. If this is true, I am very&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chiccoholic.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RrfLlwoKCqcAAG@Y1cg1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 149px" height=162 src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RrfLlwoKCqcAAG@Y1cg1/abbie.jpg?et=rNqqnPdtaFIG6irCTaGGRw" width=133 border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; lucky, I have three. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Way back in Elementary, Abbie and I got close in an unusual way. Abbie entered our school when I was in Grade 4. She was the new girl in school. And when first quarter ended, she came in second among the class, me being the first. Two days after the releasing of cards, I was accused of letting Abbie copy my test paper, helping her to finish up at second. Guess who spilled the accuusation? My previous bestfriend who turned out to be my first enemy. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Anyway, since then, Abbie and I (together with Agot) were inseparable. Sadly, we lost touch after High School. We tried to keep in touch but it was quite hard. I miss Abbie. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;In High School, I have always felt that I was a loner until senior year. It was not until fourth year that I have found a set of great friends in which I knew that I would be keeping for the rest of my life. &lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chiccoholic.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RrfLzgoKCqcAAHGkNJM1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright height=130 src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RrfLzgoKCqcAAHGkNJM1/krestel.jpg?et=SGZdya6cfd01gm5YimKGfg" width=216 border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;College came along with my second bestfriend, Krestel. She is, for me, the prettiest among the girls in my class. We have the same taste in music (Christina Aguilera and Kyla rules for us!) She even get to be the sister of Kyla in Magpakailanman's Sarah Geronimo Story. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I remember walking out of the class because she was crying. Why? She and her obnoxious boyfriend fought over me. Her boyfriend caught us walking holding hands. Hello? as in HELLO?!? Yes, he is THAT insecure. The moment I knew of the reason they fought, I want to give her boyfriend a French to secure him. But based on his looks, I passed. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Having read that, Krestel and I had gone a lot of downs. We also have our own share of the ups. Right now, she mothers two beautiful daughters. I also miss her. I remember her everytime I hear I Turn To You. She always sings this song. We love each other like sisters. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;After college, I went straight to work -- from Saga Events + models to GMA Network to being self employed then back to GMA Network. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I was not able to find a bestfriend among my co-workers. I found one in an online community for PLU -- Fabuloush.com. I found Lester. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;At first, Lester and I were not that close. We each had our own different groups in the community. But our groups hang out in the same circle. So I know him. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;We got close after our first Holy Week Trip to Puerto Galera. And his personality is faaaaaar more better than the rumors hounding him in the site. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;After the trip, all hells broke loose. Or something like that. At those times we are getting to know each other, he was reviewing for the board. He went through a lot that time I can say. So I did all my best to lessen the pressure upon him -- I took him to every inumans and outings that we had, went with him to Manaoag to pray, we frequently exchange SMS especially when we are both down and depressed. Also at that time, I was suffering from career confusion. In exchnage, he was also there for me. We helped each other get out of each other's shit. And we succeeded. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;We got closer when he moved near our house. So as expected, sleepovers happened, DVD marathons took place, our talks will go for hours and countless dinners together. One time, I brought two bottles of Vodka Mudshake, a pint of ice cream and DVDs. We just sat there in front of his TV and watched, drink and ate til wee hours. Everytime we go out, people are often mistaken us as a couple or as brothers. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;But now he has work and moved to Ortigas, we seldom hang out. We are lucky if we get to go out on Saturdays to catch up with things. I miss having him close to my house. He is the brother that I never but wished that I had. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;These three are my bestfriends. I am very lucky to have them around. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;An Austrian saying goes that all good things come in threes. Beginning, middle and end -- just like any good stories. So this is my story. I will treasure my three best friends all my life. And our friendship will live on even if I am six feet under.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-1002471197285248197?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1002471197285248197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=1002471197285248197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1002471197285248197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1002471197285248197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-company-three-best.html' title='Two&amp;#39;s A Company, Three&amp;#39;s The Best'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-3368124949438559038</id><published>2007-08-02T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:26:27.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.H.A.B.U.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;S.H.A.B.U.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Salamat kay Hesus At Biyernes Ulit&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Biyernes na! Parang kahapon lang, Lunes pa lang. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Everytime Friday strikes, I miss my self employed days even more. Those days where I would go out almost every night. In those days, at 2:30AM, I am still out drinking and hanging out with friend. But now, I am on my way to work at 3 AM. See how immense the change is?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;That's why I am always looking forward to Fridays. And I hate Mondays. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Oh well, this is a very incoherent blog. So I'll just see everyone of you at Tiandecitas tongith for the Juan Pablo Dream band gig. Or at O Bar Malate after.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Wink!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-3368124949438559038?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3368124949438559038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=3368124949438559038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3368124949438559038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/3368124949438559038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/shabu.html' title='S.H.A.B.U.'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4458210192615363602</id><published>2007-08-01T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:21:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kwentong Starfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Kwentong Starfish&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;There was a man who was walking along a sandy beach where thousands of starfish had been washed up on the shore. He noticed a boy picking up starfishes one by one and throwing them backinto the ocean. The man observed the boy for a few minutes and then asked what he was doing. The boy replied, "I'm throwing these starfishes back into the ocean or else they will die."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"But you can't possibly save them all, there are thousands on this beach, and this must be happening on hundreds of beaches along the coast. You can't make possibly make a difference!" said the man. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The boy smile, bent down and picked up another starfish as he threw it back into the sea, he replied, "I made a difference to that one!"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;--------------- &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I love this story. Very inspiration. And as Starfish Magazine encourages the youth, let us all go out there and make a diffference. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;*** Starfish Magazine is available in all leading bookstores. Throw one back into the water. :D&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4458210192615363602?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4458210192615363602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4458210192615363602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4458210192615363602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4458210192615363602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/kwentong-starfish.html' title='Kwentong Starfish'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-7841356522640259167</id><published>2007-08-01T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:32:08.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering Surveys</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Answering Surveys&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I always have fun answering surveys in Friendster bulletin board. I like questions like, "Last person who texted you?" and "The 8th message in your inbox?" &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Im my 24 years in this world, I have been answering Friendster (and other online community) surveys for about five years now. But there is one kind of survey that I want to answer: the survey that Pulse Asia, Ibon Foundation and SWS is conducting. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I am sure Pulse Asia (and the others) has conducted thousand of surveys since I first answered my first Friendster survey. I have answered about a hundred of Friendster surveys but I haven't a single Pulse Asia survey. I also asked some of my friends and now I am wondering why none of my friends participated in their surveys. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I wonder how Pulse Asia and other survey conducting companies choose their respondents. Latest Pulse Asia survey shows that 72% is dissatisfied witht he way PGMA is running our country's government. Let us say that they have 1, 000 respondents, is it safe to say that their survey is 100% accurate and reliable? Maybe 50%? Can that representation voice out the thoughts of the estimated 80 million Filipinos all over the country?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;IMO, I don't think so. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;How about you? Have you answered a Pulse Asia Survey or a Social Weather Survey? Or are you also stuck with Friendster Bulletin Board surveys like me?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-7841356522640259167?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7841356522640259167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=7841356522640259167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7841356522640259167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/7841356522640259167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/answering-surveys.html' title='Answering Surveys'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4967963856325677312</id><published>2007-08-01T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:22:43.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abnormal Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Abnormal Weather&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Just when you thought that the country's weather could never get worse (or weirder), another news came out. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;It is August for crying out loud! We should enjoy cold nights, rainy days and gusty winds. Instead, the weather is so hot, I want to jump aboard a bus go to Batangas port and go to Puerto Galera for another summer vacation. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Now it get weirder and complicated?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Tow days ago, few towns in Bulacan and Pampanga experience strong winds locally known as &lt;EM&gt;buhawi&lt;/EM&gt;.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Want more weird news?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Just when the &lt;EM&gt;buhawi &lt;/EM&gt;is going over Bulacan and Pampanga, guess what rained over the summer capital of the country? Ice. Apparently, Baguio City experience what weather officials call as hale. They say that this is the effect of the continous dry spell that the country is expriencing. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;And they warned us, there could be more of this weather conditions if the dry spell continues. So the weather is just like us, people. Sexual dry spell can make us crazy while a weather dry spell can make our climate go loco. Just the same, I think I am going twice as crazy with my sexual dry spell together with the weather dry spell that the country is going through right now. Anyone wants to help me and save half of my sanity?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Anyway, I wonder what is happening to our weather system. Paging Mother Nature, we need to interview you. Only you could provide the answers. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4967963856325677312?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4967963856325677312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4967963856325677312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4967963856325677312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4967963856325677312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/abnormal-weather.html' title='Abnormal Weather'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-26964675112468326</id><published>2007-07-31T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T14:14:31.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Wet Dreams&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Last night, I had a dream. It is still blurry to me right now but I know that there is a water involved -- an ocean. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;We were standing on the edge of a pier watching the big waves. At first I was enjoying the scene. But it became bigger and bigger. So big the water came all over us and swiped us all away. Before we were taken away by the biggest wave, I saw a killer whale struggling against the waves. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I do not remember feeling scared when I was underwater. Actually, I felt good. I think I was smiling when I was beneath the big waves. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;As I was getting ready for work, I remember I had a dream last week that also involves H2O. Last Saturday, I dreamt that we were onboard a Super Ferry when a big wave took over the ferry. It sank. Fortunately, we were near a cemented island with buildings so we swam our way towards the island. This time, I felt scared. I remember me climbing up the roof of the building just incase the water swallows the island too. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I woke up feeling a bit nervous. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I wonder what these dreams mean. Is there a connection with me being a Pisces, a water sign? I wonder if there is a connection with me being scared of water. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Is there anyone out there who can interpret a dream? &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-26964675112468326?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/26964675112468326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=26964675112468326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/26964675112468326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/26964675112468326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/wet-dreams.html' title='Wet Dreams'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-111399382339855553</id><published>2007-07-27T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T19:54:54.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Fucking Dare You</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;How Fucking Dare You&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I will keep this post short and sweet hoping you will stumble through this. Let me start with the title.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;How fucking dare you say what happened between is my freaking fault? And how dare you ask me the reason why I am mad at you?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Do not fucking play with me. You do not want to mess with this one. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-111399382339855553?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111399382339855553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=111399382339855553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/111399382339855553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/111399382339855553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-fucking-dare-you.html' title='How Fucking Dare You'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-6771471205756302115</id><published>2007-07-23T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:11:37.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spice Up Manila! PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chiccoholic.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RqUmGwoKCqcAAHNAB-81"&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Spice Up Manila! PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RqUmGwoKCqcAAHNAB-81/spiceg2.jpg?et=ktxhW7LvYwTaa3wST9pc8w" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Another OMFG! The Spice Girls just cannot stop giving us hot and spicy and great news for us, Spice fans. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;The Spicy Girls just posted this through their &lt;A href="http://www.thespicegirls.com"&gt;Spice website&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RqUmiAoKCqcAAC83Y7U1/spiceg.jpg?et=296BbKHNAQvXxRPfEOYFyg" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Vote for MANILAAAAA so they can say "&lt;EM&gt;Mehal naemin keyou&lt;/EM&gt;!" It will all save us the trouble of going to Hong Kong to see them. Plus it will also save us the air fare! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Turn Manila to Spice City! Vote now!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;*** Photos courtesy from the &lt;A href="http://www.perezhilton.com"&gt;Perez Hilton Site (the Queen of All Media)&lt;/A&gt; I cannot save the picture from the actualy site so I decided to post Perez' copies of the pictures. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-6771471205756302115?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6771471205756302115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=6771471205756302115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6771471205756302115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/6771471205756302115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/spice-up-manila-pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Spice Up Manila! PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE!'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2671654988890272128</id><published>2007-07-22T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:41:14.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night At Malate</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Opposition Thoughts Before SONA&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Chiz calls Ping ‘spoiler,’ Jinggoy likens him to a ‘woman scorned’&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;By AUREA CALICA &lt;BR&gt;The Philippine Star&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;The word war between the opposition continues as Senators Francis Escudero and Jinggoy Estrada lashed back at Sen. Panfilo Lacson for branding them as "political mongrels."&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Escudero said Lacson is a "spoiler" while Estrada likened the senator to a "woman scorned."&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Sen. Alan Peter Cayetano, who was among the three senators earlier branded by Lacson as "mongrels" for supporting the bid of Manuel Villar for Senate president, said he came close to fighting back.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Villar, on the other hand, kept his distance from the issue.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Escudero issued a statement claiming Lacson was a spoiler of the opposition "very much like what he did" in the 2004 presidential elections.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Escudero said Lacson ran against the late Fernando Poe Jr. instead of working for an opposition victory in 2004.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Escudero said he was not surprised by Lacson’s "rambunctious blabber" since the opposition senator has been always consistent.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"We embraced him (Lacson) in the United Opposition and the Genuine Opposition (GO) led by (former President Joseph) Erap (Estrada) and Jinggoy whom he had been attacking and maligning. He is destroying and breaking up the opposition just because we were not following what he wanted," Escudero said.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Lacson lashed out at Escudero, Estrada and Cayetano, for supporting Villar and coalescing with other senators who are perceived administration allies.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"We cannot allow him to do that again to the opposition," Escudero added.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Escudero said he would not dignify Lacson’s name-calling.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"I don’t agree with any form of name-calling. It just doesn’t help the cause of the opposition; neither will it help Lacson’s personal cause," he said.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Lacson, according to Escudero, is so fixated with the Senate presidency issue and committee assignments to the point of sacrificing the unity and strength of the opposition on several issues against the administration.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"I am opposition and will fight for the opposition even against self- proclaimed oppositionists who cannot sacrifice and let go of his own political agenda for the sake of the opposition," Escudero said.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Escudero said the issue of supporting Villar would not overtake his stand on other issues against the administration.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"The measure would be how one will sacrifice his own personal political agenda for the sake of unity in furthering the cause of the general public," Escudero said.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Estrada, for his part, said he would rather not involve himself in name-calling but he could not accept it sitting down.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"(Lacson) is like a woman who keeps on talking and talking," Estrada said.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;He even joked that even if they were called mongrels, he could assure that their tails were okay.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Estrada said he was saddened by Lacson’s name-calling since it would cause disunity among opposition senators.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;He claimed the opposition senators supporting Lacson would have a caucus Sunday. He did not identify them but said Lacson deliberately skipped the four of them for the gathering.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This article came out today at The Philippine Star. They are trying soooooooo hard to upstage each other causing a rift in their own faction. Now tell me how people can trust them if they themselves are biting each other's heads off? &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2671654988890272128?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2671654988890272128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2671654988890272128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2671654988890272128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2671654988890272128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday-night-at-malate.html' title='Saturday Night At Malate'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2583736625862781748</id><published>2007-07-18T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T03:17:15.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving A 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Surviving A 40&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I was sick the past two days. Last wednesday, I went home early from work anticipating that I have a high fever. When I checked my temperature, it barely reached 38.5. But I have a splitting headache, colds and I was sneezing for, like, every three minutes. So I decided to drink Biogesic and Decolgen. Then I slept. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;When I woke up, I was feeling a lot better, or that's what I thought. My mom asked me to checked on my temperature again before I drink my medicines. I was expecting it to be lower than my previous temperature. After the thermometer rested in my &lt;EM&gt;kili kili&lt;/EM&gt; for five minutes, I pullled it out. It was a freakin' 40. I drank all the necesarry medicines and cancelled all my appointments the next day. I also called in sick at GMA. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I really thought it was dengue. But I just scared the shit out of me. By the time the day ends, my fever went down to 39. I slpet for ten hours that night and it felt so good!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Yesterday, between reading The Truth About Diamonds by Nicole Richie and watching Friends DVD, I slept the entire time. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Now I am up and all better! Cancelled meetings will push through tomorrow and on Saturday, I think. And I am expecting a haggard Monday at GMA -- SONA of PGMA. I wonder what will happen: will De Venecia clap his hands excitedly like he did two SONAs ago? Will Villar do a Drilon by frowning the entire SONA?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Oh no, my entry is starting to be political. I should stop. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Suffice to say, I survived my 40. Anyway, looking back, I rarely get fever. But when I do, it is never low. It is normal for me to have high fever. Back in college, I even reached 42. But I was still able to go to school! I think this is because I had a convulsion when I was a child. I remember the first time my mom told me the story of my two titos dipping my whole body in a drum of water. I laughed just thinking of what I look like. but my two titos must be scared to death at that time. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;My night outs have taken its toll. This is God's way of tapping my shoulders to tell me to slow down. I learned my lessons that I will have to take it one step at a time. I am slowing it down a bit this time. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2583736625862781748?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2583736625862781748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2583736625862781748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2583736625862781748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2583736625862781748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/surviving-40.html' title='Surviving A 40'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-5780359880379940182</id><published>2007-07-16T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:25:37.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;I Am Sick.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I have colds and I sneeze about every three minutes. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;My daily &lt;EM&gt;puyats&lt;/EM&gt; are taking its toll in me. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I cannot wait to go home and sleep the whole afternoon. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-5780359880379940182?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5780359880379940182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=5780359880379940182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5780359880379940182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/5780359880379940182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-sick.html' title='I Am Sick.'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4612023596895512748</id><published>2007-07-15T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:00:31.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wept.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Wept.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;You are now non existent. You fade. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Your absence seems to shout my loneliness that only I could hear. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;You're gone. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;You didn't even say goodbye. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4612023596895512748?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4612023596895512748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4612023596895512748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4612023596895512748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4612023596895512748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/wept.html' title='Wept.'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-1236250994794548774</id><published>2007-07-06T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:53:27.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking Lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Parking Lot&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I saw you last night - with him. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Our eyes met. You quickly looked away. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;My eyes continued to stared at you. You are still full of shit but I have to admit, you are still better than the most. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Whle staring at you, flashed of what could have been run through my mind. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I could have been him. I could have been the person you are sipping coffee with. I could have been the person you are sharing stories with. I could have been that someone who will lay in your arms through a cold and stormy night. I could have been he person who could make you laugh and cry. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I could have been him.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Being a could-have-been hurts. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But what hurts for me is the realization that I still have that certain something for you. After six months of trying to move on and get over you, I am still in the process of trying. I am not over you yet.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I still love you. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-1236250994794548774?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1236250994794548774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=1236250994794548774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1236250994794548774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/1236250994794548774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/parking-lot.html' title='Parking Lot'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2496669444943147828</id><published>2007-07-05T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:36:34.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't (old poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;Don't (old poem)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;don’t go too near, i might love you...&lt;BR&gt;i might love you more than myself...&lt;BR&gt;i might fall for your empty words...&lt;BR&gt;and you might leave me with this feeling&lt;BR&gt;this feeling that you are loving me...&lt;BR&gt;but in reality, you don't...&lt;BR&gt;i hate to fall again for another one&lt;BR&gt;who does not care about anyone&lt;BR&gt;but himself...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;but don’t go too far, i might miss you...&lt;BR&gt;i might ache to hold you again...&lt;BR&gt;and you might go out of my reach...&lt;BR&gt;for -- how can i say this --&lt;BR&gt;a day is too long without you...&lt;BR&gt;without your face...&lt;BR&gt;without your touch...&lt;BR&gt;i might miss every second with you...&lt;BR&gt;i might miss your words and your touch...&lt;BR&gt;if ur not beside me as often as before...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;don't go too near yet too far away from me...&lt;BR&gt;just stay where you are right now...&lt;BR&gt;to keep me safe from loving you more...&lt;BR&gt;to keep my heart intact...&lt;BR&gt;because i need some time to think...&lt;BR&gt;a space to feel....&lt;BR&gt;if your love is really real...&lt;BR&gt;im sorry if ever i doubt you...&lt;BR&gt;but my heart is tired from loving&lt;BR&gt;loving someone who will leave my heart hanging...&lt;BR&gt;i know u understand...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;just don’t go too near yet too far....&lt;BR&gt;i might love you more than myself...&lt;BR&gt;when you love no one but you...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;**written on December 10, 2004 for My Little Prince. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2496669444943147828?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2496669444943147828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2496669444943147828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2496669444943147828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2496669444943147828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/don-old-poem.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t (old poem)'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-46823952708485647</id><published>2007-07-05T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:32:26.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Do Not Own Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;You Do Not Own Me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;You won’t leave me alone&lt;BR&gt;Ugly, empty, ugly black hole;&lt;BR&gt;Ugly, ugly, hollow thoughts&lt;BR&gt;Why do you play with me like that?&lt;BR&gt;You make me sick and you break my heart&lt;BR&gt;You make me cry and you break my spirit&lt;BR&gt;You take away my pride and destroy my life&lt;BR&gt;Why won’t you leave me alone?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I can feel your claws digging into my heart,&lt;BR&gt;Grabbing me by the throat&lt;BR&gt;And ripping me into pieces…&lt;BR&gt;I feel so hollow&lt;BR&gt;(I want to go insane!)&lt;BR&gt;So desperately unsightly,&lt;BR&gt;So desperately inadequate;&lt;BR&gt;So obviously torn&lt;BR&gt;Weak, weary, wretched, whiny witch&lt;BR&gt;Why, why, why?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You don’t own me&lt;BR&gt;And yet you make me your slave&lt;BR&gt;I am despicable&lt;BR&gt;I am disposable&lt;BR&gt;I am detestable&lt;BR&gt;I am me,&lt;BR&gt;Can you say enough?&lt;BR&gt;Can’t you say goodbye?&lt;BR&gt;Do you love me so much?&lt;BR&gt;I don’t understand this before &lt;BR&gt;But now I do. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I am sitting here in million pieces&lt;BR&gt;While you sip your expensive wine;&lt;BR&gt;While you are with your new love;&lt;BR&gt;And you think I don’t see you?&lt;BR&gt;But I do!&lt;BR&gt;Through the mirror that blackens my soul – &lt;BR&gt;Stained, sickly, sorry, sorry soul&lt;BR&gt;And all for you…&lt;BR&gt;All for you!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now i can say &lt;BR&gt;You don’t know me&lt;BR&gt;You don’t own me&lt;BR&gt;You’ve disowned me&lt;BR&gt;As I have you…&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Say your prayers tonight&lt;BR&gt;And feel as the sticky bedbugs bite, &lt;BR&gt;For I will not let you become my gravedigger…&lt;BR&gt;Black, black hole&lt;BR&gt;Leave me alone!&lt;BR&gt;I can dig my own decrepit grave…&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will never need you grief,&lt;BR&gt;So leave me alone…&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Who needs you when I already have myself? &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I found this poem in some maagzine when I was in high school.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Enjoy. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-46823952708485647?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/46823952708485647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=46823952708485647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/46823952708485647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/46823952708485647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-do-not-own-me.html' title='You Do Not Own Me'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-8347440796044284009</id><published>2007-07-03T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:29:58.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew, Roaches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Ew, Roaches!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This early morning, right before I could press on snooze on my cellphone alarm, a roach crept into my legs waking up all of my senses!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;So I decided to go early for work because I cannot get back to sleep because the cockroach left an itchy feeling. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I think most of us hate cockroaches. But you have to admit that they are capable of adapting to different kinds of environment.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;All of us will die when the world ends and when that happens, all the cockroach will survive. They will all be creeping over our dead body. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Eeew!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-8347440796044284009?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8347440796044284009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=8347440796044284009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8347440796044284009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/8347440796044284009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/ew-roaches.html' title='Ew, Roaches!'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-2467844091413382643</id><published>2007-07-03T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:54:49.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://chiccoholic.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ror80goKCqcAACk@IZQ1"&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Christina!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.chiccoholic.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ror80goKCqcAACk@IZQ1/normal005vu6kj9.jpg?et=Gq26d6K%2C%2CTLB6j0EPZ5oDA" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Just bought our tickets yesterday!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Cannot wait!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Rumors say that the show is less than an hour because some songs have to be deleted in the original setlist because the Philippines is a conservative country. Oh well.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It is alos confirmed that &lt;A href="http://www.eonline.com/news/article/index.jsp?uuid=cb96a8a8-0050-4c99-a3ef-c5517c305e14"&gt;Christina Aguilera is pregnant.&lt;/A&gt; Goodluck sa paghagod Christina!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Cannot wait!! Two days to go!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-2467844091413382643?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2467844091413382643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=2467844091413382643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2467844091413382643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/2467844091413382643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/christina.html' title='Christina!!!'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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-20066661.post-4875275389977467777</id><published>2007-07-02T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:24:21.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeping Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Weeping Still&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;You called last night. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=right&gt;You asked how I was.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I said I was fine. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;There are a lot of things I wanna tell you. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Things I wanna ask. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=right&gt;But I cannot. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;How can I?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;My heart is fucking scared of the answers. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20066661-4875275389977467777?l=chiccoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4875275389977467777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20066661&amp;postID=4875275389977467777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4875275389977467777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20066661/posts/default/4875275389977467777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiccoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/weeping-still.html' title='Weeping Still'/><author><name>Cx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01980679187378474540</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>
