<?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-10366067</id><updated>2011-05-04T00:19:48.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE OR SOMETHING LIKE IT</title><subtitle type='html'>taking one step at a time....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-7843741195331049889</id><published>2006-11-14T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:32:15.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i hit a motorcycle.. while backing.. hehehe it was a parked motorcycle that i didnt see.. anyways no harm done naman.. i havent received any text or call from the owner so i guess he's a kind hearted person.. thankfully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt sleep at all last night, i was having anxiety attacks over my proffessor who has this reputation of being a real terror.. apparently from a reliable source this said proffessor have this good-bad list of students, it is crucial for the rest of the semester to be in the good list for a hassle free experience.. based from today's meeting i think im getting to the good list!! hehehe i gotta really make this semester worth every time.. i have to double or triple my efforts to get topnotch grades. :) (bagong buhay eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the make up classes for my geol class is killing me.. it's too freaking long and to top it off we dont even get a break in between. haay.. well a few days of sacrifice will be worth it come december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of december, im soo excited coz i'll be back in the land of sunshine!! haay this year will be extra special because jana, cec, and pam will be there too!! haaay!! zisterz reunion!!! i just miss my friends a lot. my parents too ofcourse! plus all the wonderful and glorious food! glorious food!! (in the tone of the song in oliver twist!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh plus plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tripped more like fell in front of lib walk kanina.. hahahaha big laugh hahahahaha...  sakit nang palms ko i suhwear! kakaloka.. buti na lang wala masyado tao.. heheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-7843741195331049889?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/7843741195331049889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=7843741195331049889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/7843741195331049889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/7843741195331049889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-hit-motorcycle.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-357514775090179779</id><published>2006-11-11T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:09:49.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've waited for this event in my life to come since God knows when.. and finally it has.. but why am i not that happy? fulfiled, yes, but happy no. Driving has been one of my dream.. going to school in my car, and being able to go wherever i please sans worrying about how to get there and how to get back home. it surely is the life any girl would want. i got into a fight with the 'rents earlier, money matters complicated stuff, i mean they don't actually realize the cost of fuel in this country, it is friggin' expensive. i know i was being such a baby kanina but i just couldnt help it. i try to be mature about everything especially unforseen problems with them, but sometimes i just can't. kanina i let my emotions get the better of me. there shouldn't be any problem really but you know the feeling when yoour money supply is blinking LOW and you cant help but be agitated plus other problematic factors that surround you.. i just lost it.. i do want to apologize for acting that way, but i just cant muster enough courage to dial the number and let alone text them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how the semester has already started, and i am filled with wonderful and seemingly difficult subjects but i am excited, and weirdly looking forward to it. i am a sem closer to grad! yey!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-357514775090179779?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/357514775090179779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=357514775090179779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/357514775090179779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/357514775090179779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-waited-for-this-event-in-my-life-to.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-107127300745905279</id><published>2006-10-22T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:15:03.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of movies, videokes, ice cream, mojos, and shawarma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i figured that i get as much out of the measly break i have this season by watching tv, movies and dvd's (more like turning into a major couch potato). Yesterday was one of the most unproductive days of my life. i woke up around 12 noon ate lunch watched a movie and fell asleep, waking up to ruby's bell around 630 inviting me to watch a movie..&lt;br /&gt;so at 8pm off we went to eastwood with erika. james went ahead with his car, he drives na by the way. i can't believe my eyes when i saw "martin" there sa entrance. it's been like years since we last saw each other but he's still the same old martin, the ma-chika, ever-friendly dude we met at piao's. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what would you do if you found out that today is your last day on earth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i would probably do everything i've never got round to, like bunjee jump, sky dive and parasail. and when the sun sets i'd spend it with my loved ones just talking saying things i have been afraid to say, saying  sorry's and i love you's and just lingering and savoring the moment.. they say that when you near your death you become more brave and courageous. i guess that's just the way life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world trade center movie is just so emotional and so sad, that it just makes you realize a lot of things, like how people just can't live alone, loneliness scares the hell out of them, like how the thought of losing a loved one can make you insane, like how helping people out give you such a high, and realizing how short really  life is cos you'd never really know when you will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why do people sometimes never know what their real age is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after eastwood and shakey's we decided to have a road trip, leading to ofcourse a videoke place. since our driver hehehe dont wanna go out of qc, it was pork barrel for us. the crowd in there last night were just going at it. there was a lady who probably is what 50 year old na feeling 20. she was wearing an uber cleavage showing outfit and dancing like crazy.. parang ex-japayuki. haayy but you know whatever rocks their boat is fine with me.. i just hope i dont turn out like that when im 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;persian food= ultimate comfort food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a trip to timog wouldnt be complete without a stop to behrouz. they renovated it na and it looks much much better already. mas presentable. we had shawarmas and kebabs and hummous. the beef chunks, the tahina sauce and the chappatti was heaven... i swear pag dating ko sa bahrain it would be a shawarma overload.. plus kowloon!! hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-107127300745905279?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/107127300745905279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=107127300745905279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/107127300745905279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/107127300745905279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-movies-videokes-ice-cream-mojos-and.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-3960601559225415895</id><published>2006-10-20T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:10:57.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when change happens..</title><content type='html'>you know there was a time in my life that i didn't have to worry about anything, everything was being taken care of, my clothes, food, bills, everything.. those were the times that all i had to do was take all the things that were given to me and fulfill my duties as a student. the joys of being a child.. it is often said that change is the only constant thing in this world. i guess i cant really take control of the changes happening right now. God knows how much i want to stay as a kid, God knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to look after everything, all the decisions i make are crucial. all these adult business is scaring the shit out of me. Bank business, property business aaahh. i know i have to face this sooner or later but does it have to be now?? can't i just be that little girl again?? because growing up sucks... i'm always afraid of failing, of making the wrong decisions, (which if you know me, you'd know i make a lot of those) i mean the task of being handed over of taking care of all your family properties and banking obligations plus the business is a big- huge deal. what if i screw it up?  haaaay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's officially my sembreak now, but i found out kanina that's in not yet pa pala.. oh well ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are stressed just remember that it is desserts spelled backwards, so it should be just a piece of cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: i soo wana go to the beach as in beach.. the land of sunshine, happy people and pinacolada!! any takers???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-3960601559225415895?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/3960601559225415895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=3960601559225415895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/3960601559225415895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/3960601559225415895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-change-happens.html' title='when change happens..'/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-116110986720361708</id><published>2006-10-18T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:53.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND NOW BACK TO REGULAR PROGRAMMING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a lot has happened in the span of 9 months.. experiences that are both significant and not so. as of this moment i have five more papers to write but i have no energy to complete them. lately i have been hooked to so many things, grey's anatomy, the tv, bossa nova, sleeping and turon.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the semester draws to an end, i have regrets of not doing a lot of things.. but that's water under the bridge now. i will just have to await the final verdict. there are lots of emotions raging inside me now, fear, rage, frustration, hopelessness, and shittiness, yes all dark and bad emos. i am once again uncertain of where i am, emotionally that is. lately i just want to stay at home and not speak to anyone, sort of like a mini-hibernation, all i know is that i want to forget all the worries and fear that i have now, and for just a while feel like everything's gonna be alright, i need someone to say that it's gonna be alright, i just want to scream it all out, everything.. but the problem is i dont know what's wrong, or maybe, yes, maybe im just in denial. Denial seems like the easier choice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denial = comfort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-116110986720361708?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/116110986720361708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=116110986720361708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/116110986720361708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/116110986720361708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-now-back-to-regular-programming.html' title='AND NOW BACK TO REGULAR PROGRAMMING'/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-113872220332649877</id><published>2006-01-31T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know, i know i haven't blogged for more than a month but this time i have a better excuse other than my writer's mood swings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me list 'em down fer y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i was back home in Bahrain (not my motherland though but it's what i consider my hometown). so i was in vacation mode, then add the fact that the dial up connection there really sucks.. (hello BATELCO!!)  so it's really nakakatamad to go online and wait for an hour to actually finish checking my friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when i do check my blog, i can't access it for some reason. technical fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. come january when i was back, i was just soo busy catching up with school work that i'd feel tired when i come home and have no energy left in my system to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. school work- though i haven't re-affed in any of my orgs for this sem, i am still soo busy with all my acads, 20 units is killing me. reports, exams, research here and there. it's just exhiliratingly exhausting. (i'm fixing up my life right now) hopefully come next sem i'll be more organized and well-balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. social life- i have to have this every now and then to keep me sane. i get bored easily. so movies and reunions plus the saberday habit keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. the maid- our maid's been such a bitch lately, not helping at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually have an exam on thursday and an early class tomorrow, but i'm still blogging!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that i have been tagged by my dear friend claudia, so since its the "kilig month" once again i decided to give in and give it a shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The basic rules: The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.Need to mention the sex of the target.Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target:&lt;/strong&gt; male: i need a man not a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 8 simple rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. has to be single: males who have sabit, or ka m.u. or a fling for that matter is not welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. iq+eq : has to be intellectually stimulating, i want someone who i can talk to with just about anything under the sun, political issues, philosphical theories, geographic discourses, business matters, to showbizness, fashion, music, silly things, jokes, etc.. (you get the picture??) he has to be emotionally mature too. i wouldn't date someone who is let's say has a very high i.q. and no e.q. whatsoever. we have to be in level at this criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. sense of humor: this too is non-negotiable. i dont just want someone to talk and talk to, i want someone to laugh with, someone who can make me smile.. im mababaw i tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. direction in life: he has to have some sort of vision for his life, some goal he wants to achieve. an ambition he aspires. there should be fire burning inside him, passionate and committed to whatever he is doing. this shows that the guy loves himself, because you gotta love yourself first before you can love another human being!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. good influence: when i was in high school my mom always told me when you're in-love he should be an inspiration and not a distraction or destruction. he should let me grow as an individual, lets me do my own thing and i will too ofcourse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. respect-honesty-trust: this is another non-negotiable item on my list. i believe that these three aside from love should be the center and base of any relationship. this goes both ways naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. compromise: someone who is always willing to meet halfway. sacrifice is the key ingredient. i dont like selfish people. a relationship should be a give and take thing. not a "give and give" or  a "take and take".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. love: he has to love me for what i am, take me in whole heartedly, love me for being me  and embrace my flaws. someone who look beyond the physicality of it all and catch my real essence. and love me for that.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i didnt include the physical qualities of men that i like because i don't give a damn on that, only he has to be a bit taller than me or my height at the very least. (my friends can attest to that, for sure *winks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pretty much explains why i am love-less right now... grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for this i tag : enuh, salma, ice, ruby, and whoever wants to answer this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* pics to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-113872220332649877?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/113872220332649877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=113872220332649877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113872220332649877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113872220332649877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-know-i-know-i-havent-blogged-for.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-113463198256791663</id><published>2005-12-15T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:53.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WISHLISTS ANYONE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok, since it's Christmas time and as they say it's the time for giving. so in this tradition i expect you to love me and be extra generous. in this vein i post my wish list. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is at random, some are extra expensive while others are very much affordable :) for those who don't love me thaaaat muuuchh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BODY SHOP&lt;/span&gt; stay on lip color duo in copper brown - i've been lusting for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eversince i saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it    &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73741767/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/18/73741767_b29e9b503f_m.jpg" alt="pd_stay_on_lip_color" height="240" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NARS&lt;/span&gt; powder blush in orgasm or mounia :)   it's available in Rustan's Essenses Makati G4      &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73741763/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73741763_ec30ce8bfa_m.jpg" alt="ars" height="142" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHU UEMURA&lt;/span&gt;  SHu by Ai LImited Edition Cleansing Oil Enriched (drool drool drool)&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73741768/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73741768_b5dc00f212_m.jpg" alt="shu" height="240" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. MODEL CO.'s&lt;/span&gt;  Lash Wand, i'm just so obsessed with my lashes&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73741766/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73741766_3f04438e5b_m.jpg" alt="modelco.lash.wand.2" height="240" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAYBELLINE  &lt;/span&gt;Dream Matte Foundation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DU WOP &lt;/span&gt;Lip Venom Flash Gold. for my perfect pout!!!&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73741764/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73741764_626316f3ff_m.jpg" alt="duwop" height="184" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di naman halatang makeup junkie ako diba??? what can i say i'm a girl eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the techie stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOSHIBA PORTEGE A200-&lt;/span&gt; i know i have a laptop already but i really really like this one.. it's sleek and stylish with 512 MB, 1.6 GHz, 60GB what more can a girl as for diba??&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73741765/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73741765_3b81171dd4_m.jpg" alt="laptop" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOKIA 3230 &lt;/span&gt;- this is my former phone that got snatched. i just soo love this phone. it was my perfect match. i'd like the black one again and it's only 14K now.. love me please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IPOD or any MP3 player&lt;/span&gt;- i dunno i guess i just want one hahaha for the sake of having one!! babaw noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLASH DISK&lt;/span&gt; - my 256MB got stolen along with my MNG bag, wallet, makeup &amp; cellphone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REALLY AFFORDABLE ONES COMING UP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BAGS&lt;/span&gt; - for high end durable bags i love MNG and Nine West i soo love them paging Bahrain friends and tito and tita's i would love this for xmas and my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;for not so high end and durable but very affordable and stylishly chic, punta lang kayong Divisoria sa 168 Mall marami dung imitation na Class A and sobrang cheap. Louis Vuitton, Coach or Dior.. yun po ang mga gusto ko any size would be great.. ;) this is one thing that i wouldn't mind getting again and again basta wag lang pareho. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACCESSORIES&lt;/span&gt;- this i also love.. i like unique, out of this world designs esp. sa earrings, you know what i mean when you see me in my fashionista spunk. Marami din po sa 168 mall sa Divisoria nito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARKER PEN&lt;/span&gt;- i dont mind the 200 + ones. bastra black yung ink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LIGHTER&lt;/span&gt;- Yung sa lighters galore khet ano na cute.. or puwede din ang zippo lighter if you're feeling extra generous this christmas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOPHIE KINSELLA&lt;/span&gt;- Books, the shopaholic series.. and Undomestic goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAUREN WEISBERGER&lt;/span&gt;- THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAULO COELHO&lt;/span&gt;- books any of them, 11 minutes, the valkyries, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHADES&lt;/span&gt;- any kind of shades.. i like the big ones, yung parang pambubuyog na.. wag lang aviator shades, di kasi bagay eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STARBUCKS MUG&lt;/span&gt; - nuff said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's about it for now atleast... hahahahahahaha you guys know me im soo mababaw kahit ano naman ang ibigay niyo sa ken ay ok lang.. basta pinagisipan.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could always treat me out for a movie, coffee, dinner and the like.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's your christmas wishlist??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bilis comment back or pm me sa friendster for your wishlist!!! i'm leaving for home tomorrow!! para pasalubong ko sainyo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-113463198256791663?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/113463198256791663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=113463198256791663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113463198256791663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113463198256791663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/12/wishlists-anyone-ok-since-its.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-113455242284780621</id><published>2005-12-14T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:53.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is probably the longest week of my life!!! i just want to get out of here. i want to leave na! i can't wait to get to bahrain! i've been in such a deppressing state lately that maybe this trip would erase all that feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's recount the happenings this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, December 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73451836/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73451836_d4c204b479.jpg" alt="IMG_1371" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my ticket na! finally! after a gruelling week of going to manila, and makati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm: Arcadia Xmas party :)&lt;br /&gt;high concept bar and resto plus videoke!! hahaha fun fun fun!! exchange gift galore ito!!! happy ako sa natanggap ko!!! tenchu celts!!! :)&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73456788/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73456788_405fdfb619_o.jpg" alt="lipstick" height="154" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73446644/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73446644_4657bb2221.jpg" alt="xmas party 05 008" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, December 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at around 10am (with the biggest smile on my face, thanks to my dream! haaay), ligo then the roomies and i were off to Divisoria!!! remind me never to go to Divisoria pag sundays.. it was full of people!! nakakhilo!! pero my goolai! ang dami daming accessories!!! parang gusto kong bilhin lahat!! Guess who of all people we saw sa 168 mall? no other than madam&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Imelda Marcos&lt;/span&gt; (in her Filipiniana attire, honestly does she always dress like that??), complete with bodyguards and all.. no hindi kami nagpapicture with her.. i wasn't THAT starstruck with her anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73456787/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73456787_879791bf71.jpg" alt="IMG_1382" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know Louis Vuitton will probably sue me... hahahhaa but talk about mega Discount!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the days that followed were just plain loooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnngg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am bored.. so much..&lt;br /&gt;blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and o yeah! i got my starbucks planner already!!! this is the most expensive planner ever!!! it cost me give or take P 3000!! pheew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73451837/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73451837_305254eec8.jpg" alt="IMG_1376" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flight countdown: 2 days!!  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/73456786/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73456786_0cbb1794a0_m.jpg" alt="plane" height="146" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-113455242284780621?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/113455242284780621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=113455242284780621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113455242284780621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113455242284780621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-probably-longest-week-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-113371837175978207</id><published>2005-12-05T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:53.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HEY BIG SPENDER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/70104298/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/70104298_7871503acd_o.jpg" alt="15.eyelashcurler" height="200" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;i splurged on Shu Uemura'a eyelash curler yesterday, it's supposed to be the best eyelash curler that ever existed on this planet. it gives lashes the perfect curl, unlike other eyelash curlers which tend to just create a fold. i am such a make-up junkie i swear, i can't wait for my mom to get here so i can drag her to rustan's makati and make her buy me all the shu uemura that i want!! hehehe and oh yeah i want to buy lipstick too, but im torn among body shop's lipstick with liner, revlon's colorstay or max factor's lipfinity.. reccomendations anyone?? oh and i will also buy foundation but i don't know what to buy as well.. grrnesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a spendthrift i suhwear!! i plan to buy bazillions of stuff!! i just hope that i manage to buy everything that i want! mmm and im 2 more stickers away from a 2006 starbucks planner. hahaha i know im such a freak!! can't help but patronize their over priced coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be busy this week as in sobrang busy.. going to makati and manila, classes, orientations, and what nots.. xmas parties, xmas shopping, birthdays and the list goes on.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was so weird, our neighbor got locked out of their appartment, so being the good neighbor that we are we let her in our house so she woudnt be bitten by mosquitoes outside. she was so madaldal and full of kwento.. nagkwentuhan kami till about 2am when i couldn't take it anymore, i was sooo sleepy so i had to leave ruby with her, they ended staying up until the morning when her roomate was awake so she could get inside.. haay poor ruby.. but atleast it was nice since we bonded with her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i dreamt of a "used to be special someone" (actually the only person i ever loved) last night. it was surreal sobra. basta we were walking somewhere just can't pinpoint where. basta he was embracing me daw while walking and he was even kissing my head. then we passed by someone and all of a sudden he was professing his love for me. i can't remember our actual conversation and where we went and who we saw, but i could feel that he wasn't letting me go, he was holding me tight. it felt so true and so right. hmm wonder what that could mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;flight countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11 days  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-113371837175978207?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/113371837175978207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=113371837175978207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113371837175978207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113371837175978207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-big-spender-i-splurged-on-shu.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-113337221619134040</id><published>2005-12-01T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:53.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://nimbo.net/quiz/gryff.gif" alt="i'm in gryffindor!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8b747;"&gt;Congratulations on making Gryffindor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Basically, you're brave, daring, chivalrous, and pretty much.. an all around good person. Of course, some see you as a goodie-two-shoes. But hey, it's true! You're really good at winning, and normally always come out as the hero. Everybody likes you.. except, maybe, the Slytherins. You're too perfect. No, really.. You're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; perfect. It's annoying to watch you win, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;repeatedly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;. Oh well. Be proud anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8b747;"&gt;Gryffindors to Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Harry Potter &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Ron Weasley &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; The whole Weasley family&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Hermione Granger&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Albus Dumbledore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a gryffindor!! yipee!! wala lang.. i'm just soo happy... :) certified harry potter fanatic in the house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-113337221619134040?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/113337221619134040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=113337221619134040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113337221619134040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113337221619134040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/12/congratulations-on-making-gryffindor.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-113294153468745322</id><published>2005-11-26T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:53.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66823808/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/66823808_ac1074deee.jpg" alt="teer poster" height="500" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've just finished watching the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Exorcism of Emily Rose" &lt;/span&gt;which i can say is one f-ing good movie. it's not your typical horror flick, the mystery or shall i say the fear factor of the movie was that it was a true-to-life story, like it happened in real life!!! i won't delve into the details of it since i do not want to spoil it for the others who have yet to see it..&lt;br /&gt;i was screaming at every "potentially scary scene" so gaay i swear.. but all in all i think the movie was a perfect combination of fact and mystery (for a lack of a better term) it captivated the gore of the exorcism without the risk of upsetting the stomach of viewers (unlike former films of the same genre, i.e. the exorcist, all the green puke scene there made me want to throw up as well). at the same time playing with the viewer's mind as to whether there really exist demons and all the supernatural beings. even if one claims to be a devout christian or catholic or agnostic, non-practicing, muslims, buddhists, hindu, or atheists, this movie will make you ponder really.. well i'll leave you guys with that and i wanna watch it agen and agen!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;don't you think Jennifer Carpenter who played Emily Rose looks like Ciara Sotto.. la lang.. and i think she so suits the role!! and i also loved Laura Linney who played Erin Bruner, the lawyer of Father Moore, whatta smart-ass lawyer and i loved her hair reminded cheeky and i of Jennifer Aniston, and in one scene she looked like a younger version of Meryl Streep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66823811/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/66823811_c151e92ddc_m.jpg" alt="emily" height="175" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66823813/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/66823813_7a2811bd10_m.jpg" alt="erinbruen" height="175" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Chicken Little&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros&lt;/span&gt; is coming out sa &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nov. 30&lt;/span&gt;, tara nood tayo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66827383/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/66827383_1039c8d583_m.jpg" alt="chickenlittle_1" height="240" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66827382/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/66827382_cbbd0e5364_m.jpg" alt="ChickenLittle" height="240" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66827380/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/66827380_6ec5dc8698_m.jpg" alt="max" height="240" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-113294153468745322?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/113294153468745322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=113294153468745322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113294153468745322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113294153468745322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/11/weve-just-finished-watching-exorcism.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-113289231939433512</id><published>2005-11-25T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:53.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE NIGHT THAT WAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;grabeh last night was unexplainable sobra! grabeh sa road trip. it was one of the most dangerous adventure upto date... hehehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the night started after my Geog 190 class which is map and air photo interpretation. a very very interesting course and a good professor. she was discussing about career options after graduation, and there was one that caught most of the attention "GEOSPATIAL INTELLIGENCE OFFICER" of the US Army, its job description is to analyze new Satellite maps mainly for military purposes i bet. a G.I.O makes a whopping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;US$ 13,000  a MONTH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(PHP 702, 000.00) and 8.425&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Pesos a year (and that is after tax already)!!!! and wait, there's more! if you get sent to field which is anywhere around the globe, irregardless of political disputes, terroristic activities or what nots, you get paid a risk allowance which is usually just double or triple your monthly salary...&lt;br /&gt;aaaah i swear i think you can see my eyes flashing cash registers and dollars sign.... (now let's just dream to believe to survive.. ngee naging starstruck!! wahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;anyways going on with my story, after waiting for Mishy for about an hour sa AS steps we finally hit the road to Katipunan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:45 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at Chiggy's..&lt;br /&gt;mishy and i had the brightest idea to go to the fort for a cup of starbucks..&lt;br /&gt;texted ruby and crissy to hurry it up and come with us..&lt;br /&gt;hesitating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the two gurls showed up and we hit the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the rest of the transcript is shamelessly copy pasted from &lt;a href="http://graciousnest.blogdrive.com/"&gt;cheeky's blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with permission ofcourse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1130pm&lt;br /&gt; Crissy and I met up with Debbie and Mishy sa Chiggys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crissy: So whats the proposition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie: Lets go to Starbucks. But sa Libis? or the Fort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crissy and Me: HUH? What? Ayan lang ang starbucks. (Pointing to the Katipunan branch about 10 feet away from where we sat. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mishy: Cge na! May car naman ako eh! (Pointing to her big dilapidated vanette)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me: (with a sudden adrenaline rush) UY!!!!! ASTIG MARUNONG KA NA NGA PALA MAG DRIVE! TARA!!!!!!! GAME! BASTA STARBUCKS LANG! BILIS LANG! =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us really knew what we were getting ourselves into. It being a school night. Really late. And all of us inexperienced in driving and directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the four of us get into Mishy's car and set off for the Fort! Its kinda cool actually coz on the way there, while Debbie was directing our way since it's Mishy's first time to drive to the Fort, Crissy and I noticed that there were certain places along C5 that so reminded us of Bahrain. We started comparing it to the Um-al-Hassam-ish residential street, the diplomatic-ish area, the cornish-ish area and even the Muharraq-ish area. Suddenly we were switched to reminscing mode and started laughing out about past events and stories. Mishy and Debbie were busy with the wheel and the navigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the Fort none of us knew where to find Starbucks so we asked a couple of guards, did a few U-turns, V-turns etc. Haha. When we finally found Starbucks it wasn't how we imagined it! It's exteriors and interiors were crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;All: So saan na tayo? Wag dito panget eh! Ibang starbucks. Pero saan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me: Rockwell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mishy: Pangit din yung branch dun. Maliit! Sobra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie: Tomas Morato nalang tayo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;All: Cge cge! Game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we weren't exactly familiar with getting there. I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 sheltered brats + all girls + Poor navigation skills + a new driver + a manual transmission + a big clear windowed vanette + passed 12midnight = a recipe for disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of erroneous twists and turns before getting to Tomas. Mistaking lefts for rights! Screams! Shrieks!&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;b&gt;Edsa Cubao&lt;/b&gt; we entered into an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MMDA BUSES ONLY barrier&lt;/b&gt;! There were buses everywhere. In front, on the right at our back! Shet! Lahat kami natataranta na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;All: AHHHHHH! HUHULIHIN TAYO NG MMDA NITO! SHEEET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mishy: Debbie Ano ba to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie: Diretso ka lang kaya yan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me: wehehehehehehhehehe. Paano kung hulihin tayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crissy: Ok lang! Bakit? Sabihin natin MUKHA NAMAN TAYONG BUS AHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me: wehehhe! Feeling BUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;(in fairness.... malaking van naman ahh! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming out of that one...the next problem was HOW TO GET TO E.RODRIGUEZ?&lt;br /&gt;We took some short cut and turned right somewhere. Straight Straight Straight! It was a very very very quiet, dark, scary stretch....until....DEAD END! Wrong way na tayo ah! The cars were coming straight at us! We were counter flowing! A BIG VANETTE blocking the way!&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;manual yung van + mej may incline yung road + di pa sanay si Mishy + narrow ng street, we couldnt get out&lt;/b&gt;! A couple of jerks at the wheel and we found ourselves horizontally in the middle of the road blocking both sides! More cars were coming towards us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;ALL: AHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mishy: Shet! Ayaw nya! Namamatayan ako! Di ko maatras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie: Kabig Kabig! Dito Dito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me: ATRAS! ATRAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crissy: AH AH AH AH AH AH (with both hands up partly shaking, laughing, crying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mishy: AYOKO NA! (binitawan ba naman ang wheel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie: Sorry Po Sorry Po Sorry Po (making hand movements signalling "wait lang po! Sorry!" to the cars in front of us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;ALL: AHHH PAANO NA TOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** SILENCE **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Then everyone regained composure.&lt;br /&gt; Mishy did a couple of twists and turns and.....WHEW!!! We were out and found ourselves heading back the way we came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a &lt;b&gt;Petron Station&lt;/b&gt; and stopped for directions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie: Manong paano po ang papuntang E.Rodriguez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Manong Guard: Saan po gusto nyong puntahan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie: Tomas Morato po kasi kami eh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Manong Guard: Sundan nyo lang po itong daan na toh...(pointing back to where we came from)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie: Ito po (following his hand movement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Manong Guard: Oo...tapos pasok kayong Balete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mishy and Debbie: (HORRIFIED to the Nth degree as though a ghost had just appeared) AAAAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mishy: Ayoko Ayoko Ayoko (clutching the wheel with all her might)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie: WAG PO WAG PO! HINDI KAMI DADAAN NG BALETE! (her voice taking the highest pitch ever it could literally break the car windows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crissy and Me: Huh? Balete? BALETE? BALETE!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Manong Guard: Opo dyan lang o. Pasok lang kayo ng Bale.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie: HINDI PO KAME MAG BA-BALETE EH!!!! (still in the highest pitch ever. she gets like that whenever she's trying to prove a point or argue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crissy: Ano ba ang Balete drive? What wrong? (wearing a confused puppydog look!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me: Hindi mo ba alam ang Balete drive? Maraming mumu dun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crissy: Talaga?! Like what? Like what? Kwento Kwento! (in a very intrigued-hu-cares-if-were-lost manner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me: Basta! Alam ko nung bata ako maraming nagsabi na may white lady dun and stuff! (feeling like such a know-it-all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Debbie: Wala na bang ibang way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Manong Guard: Balete drive lang po and dadaanin nyo papuntang....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mishy: AYAW! AYOKO NA MAGDRIVE! DEBBIE IKAW NA MAGDRIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Debbie: Wala akong licensya&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mishy: Manong natatakot ako! Pwedeng sumama ka nalang sa amin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me: hahahahahahahah (hysterical laughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Debbie: Cge cge po manong! Guys tara na! Bahala na! Salamat Manong! Edsa na tayo guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we take another turn somewhere and end up in another masikip place inside the bagillion inner streets in Cubao. Dead end nanaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishy makes a 3 point turn to head back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me: Saan na ba tayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; Mishy: Guys. (in a very scared but composed manner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: Ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; Mishy: I think nasa BALETE DRIVE TAYO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crissy: So ito na ba yun? (feeling disappointed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Debbie: HINDI! HINDI TO BALETE DRIVE! (in major denial)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me: Huh? No way! AAAAHHHHHH!!! (STONE COLD! sumisikip ang dibdib and freakishly scared out of my wits and wishing this was all just a dream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get out of whatever street that was. According to Mishy it was "Balete Drive" but we were all in denial. I dont know why! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we tried another turn sumwer.... and this time we really really really got it right! Yehey! &lt;b&gt;E.Rodriguez! Tomas Morato&lt;/b&gt; na ito at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in &lt;b&gt;Starbucks&lt;/b&gt; we had another problem. Manong Taxis were blocking the parking way.&lt;br /&gt;Vanette: BEEP BEEP BEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;All: Tang Ina! Umalis ka nga dyan Taxi paano kami papasok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years of waiting for the Taxi to move out of the way Mishy found it hard to "make Cambio Cambio" so for about 5mins we were moving back and forth on the pavement, blocking a car that was about to leave from leaving! Two parking attendance were already trying to help help help just so we could get the car into the parking slot. WHEW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/66572188_87af101df9_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Starbucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;130am na! So we had the coffee and laughed at all our mishaps for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me: Guys this is just so WEIRD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crissy: I know! Nawalawala na tayo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mishy: Oo nga! nakakapagod na mag drive! Debbie may alam ka bang daan pabalik kung saan di tayo hoholdapin o mararape? Actually ok lang macarnap...wag lang marape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;All: WAAAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we also saw Carlos Morales (the sexy male star) whom we kinda sorta found Hot! La lang! Basta! Hot namana sha in person! Weh! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/66572187_7aaa208fc6_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2am. Everything else went well since the streets were calm and empty na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when we turned into Chico street then &lt;b&gt;Xavierville&lt;/b&gt; Ave Mishy got so pranning and was like "girls sinusundan na ata tayo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;All: hindi yan! (looking back at the cars behind us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mishy: Meron tignan nyo....sinusundad tayo! Girls Natatakot ako!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we turned at &lt;b&gt;E.Abada&lt;/b&gt;... she was still hysterical that carnap na ito! Until the first car over took us! Ok! Then the second car did the same! Hahahah. So er.... Safe na ba? Oo. Safe na! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped Mishy off at her place coz the plan was that we bring her car home at park it at our house for the night. Then Debbie will return it in the morning before school. Now that we had the car we were like...uuy.... lets drive around the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crissy: Puntahan naten yung house ni Ala. La lang tignan lang naten! Showbiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt find it... but then decided to do one round of the village and head towards our street. When we got to our street i was like "I want to drive! My turn! My turn!"&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 2 years of having actually driven a car I had my chance kahit saglit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at First Gear.... everything was just so simple! I wanted a challenge... so I told them...&lt;br /&gt;"Tara maguuturn ako dito. Or 3 point turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.....&lt;br /&gt;As if our problems weren't enough...the moment I even attempted to reverse..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAMATAYAN AKO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And......ok lang sana pero....we couldnt start it up at all! As in! 5 tries, 10 tries, 20 tries, 30 tries! KEBS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3am. 3 girls in the middle of the street. 30 tries no effect! WHAT DO WE DO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic Mode na talaga! Di pa naman namin kotse! While Debbie was still working on starting the van Crissy and I went to our dearest Manong Guard sa Village and dragged him to help us. Sa kamalasan...WALA SYANG ALAM SA KOTSE! So er.... we decided..... lets just push the van out of the road and manual park it somewhere near our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 180px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/66572186_35ad63af1c_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 180px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/66572185_641820f441_m.jpg" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;330am. 3 girls plus manong guard in the middle of the street nagtutulak ng sasakyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shet....hindi pa alam ni Mishy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;430am right now and the cocks are already crowing. I can't sleep coz im waiting for dawn to break and we're gonna go to Shell Katips and get them to help us Jump Start the van. What an adventure! This is just sooooooooooooooo weird! Its a school night pa!&lt;br /&gt; This is so irresponsible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just got us thinking! BAKIT LAHAT NG KAMALASAN AT ACTION NANGYAYARI SA ATIN! TAMA BA NAMAN YUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't think this entry gave the night much justice. It ws better off witnessed/experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok goodluck later. And sana i make it to class on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BTW....&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;ICY &lt;/span&gt;  HAS HER OWN VERSION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------END OF CHEEKY'S VERSION----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's now past noon, mishy knows what happened,  we found a kuya that will help us jumpstart the car :) thank you thank you!! cheeky and i ended up not going to both of our morning classes.. haaay but all in all it was a fun and nerve popping experience :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-113289231939433512?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/113289231939433512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=113289231939433512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113289231939433512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113289231939433512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-113281235575604488</id><published>2005-11-24T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:53.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE CRISIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't understand my life, my feelings right now. it's as if im in such a rut. i want to get out, do something, something grand, something to lift my spirits, something to make me happy and feel alive. i feel as if everything i do now is just a chore. waking up in the morning or in the afternoon for that matter, going to class, heck even shopping feels like a chore. i dont know what's wrong with me i even feel the urge to call my parents everyday. (and that's weird, believe me!) maybe it's an effect of the snobbery of my life's greatest crush the other day.. but whatever it is it aint good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been singling myself from everyone... i am lost, i am terrified, i am so hard to please. when i went clubbing i did not enjoy it as much as i did 3 years ago, all i did was find a relatively quieter place, sit down drink and smoke my lungs out. i dont crave to go wild in the dance floor anymore or shake my ass to the beat. all that i found cool back then, aint that cool anymore. i can't pinpoint what i want to do, alcohol, going out, having coffee, shopping don't do me any good..&lt;br /&gt;thank heavens i have something to look forward to.. going back home for the holidays. i can't believe i miss that island sooo much. attending parties, shopping at MNG, Marks and Spencer, BHS, Geant, Gold souk. dining in authentic arabic resto, the tapsilog sa Kowloon, the turkey dinners, my dad's juicy steaks, and ofcourse my mom's delectable cooking... and oh yeah i'll be spending my 20th there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;december 16th ooh i can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you with some pics of good old bahrain.. THE GARDEN OF EDEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66551853/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/66551853_62d1a97fb8_m.jpg" alt="bab al bahrain" height="160" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66551565/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/66551565_75872d9fa9_m.jpg" alt="manama" height="160" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(t-b)entrance: to the manama souq, Bab-Al-BAhrain ; a view from manama avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66549937/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/66549937_cddad1332a_m.jpg" alt="seefmall" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66549934/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/66549934_e8a0912ef5_o.jpg" alt="grand mosque" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(t-b) shopper's paradise:M&amp;S, MNG, DEBENHAMS, ZARA, BHS....&lt;br /&gt;            Al-Fateh Grand Mosque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66549931/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/66549931_50dd2694df_m.jpg" alt="applebee" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66549932/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/66549932_bae501939c.jpg" alt="dana mall" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(t-b) APPLEBEES: THE BEST NACHOS AND DESSERT IN TOWN!&lt;br /&gt;           dana mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/66549933/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/66549933_579072e688_o.jpg" alt="exhibition road" height="339" width="485" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVORITE PIC!! EXHIBITION AVENUE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-113281235575604488?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/113281235575604488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=113281235575604488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113281235575604488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113281235575604488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-crisis-i-cant-understand-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-113159835161588048</id><published>2005-11-10T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CARELESS WHISPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people who know me would say I act and think mature, an online test that I took actually said that while being 19, I actually act like a 29year old. For some reason, friends almost always brand me as their “ate”, “confidante”, “mommy”, “shoulder to cry on”, “adviser”, dada-dada-dada… and the list goes on. I’m not complaining though sometimes there is this weight of being a so-called “role model”. For the record I am not perfect, not even a tiny weensy itty bit of me is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I may seem to be the “perfect daughter”, one that every mother would love to have, most of the tito’s and tita’s back there would praise me nonstop, some of them would often use me as their example model to compare their kids, friend’s parents would often only allow them to go out for our occasional gimmicks provided that I was coming as well and would often tell me, “oh hija, ikaw na bahala dyan ah”. Like I could stop them from doing whatever they wanted to anyway.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you see, I’m not that person anymore, nor have I ever really been that person. All that was my other persona, a personality that I’d project to please my parents… I’ve always been that rebellious girl at heart, looking out for opportunities to do the wrong things. One which I remember clearly when I was in back there was when I walked from our house all the way to the church; I got into a lot of trouble and even experienced my worst corporal punishment ever which happens to be the cliché kneeling on mongo beans while holding two volumes of encyclopedia on my outstretched hands for what seemed like hours. Fun noh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will be 20 in a month’s time and life has just started to become scary. The inevitable question “what will happen to me after I graduate?” rocks me night after night. I sometimes think that am I having too much fun now? Because I know through experience that whenever im having too much fun, grief comes next. I love my life now, as in loving it. I have the best set of friends anyone can have twisted at times but perfect for me. I make a lot of bad and careless decisions sometimes, no scrap that, make it all the time. but I manage to survive through it, wriggle my way through it. luckily with the right people up there, hehehe talk about good connections. Another reason why i will enjoy another semester, I love you sir!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week I was stressing about a missed deadline, couldn’t sleep, and couldn’t think out right. All I wanted to happen was for it to come. So it would be just like my irregular routine. but it never came.. during the weekend I summoned up all my courage to take the most difficult test I will ever take especially at my at my age. Not that it was really hard to do but the waiting for the result, the agony, the what if’s and the nervousness that follows, that’s what get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I passed it and soon enough a couple of days later I had IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a new sem, a new revelation, a chance of getting back on track, for chasing my dreams and straightening out my act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is such a heavenly day…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-113159835161588048?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/113159835161588048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=113159835161588048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113159835161588048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/113159835161588048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/11/careless-whisper-most-people-who-know.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-112514391179715423</id><published>2005-08-27T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DO!! I DO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a sucker for romance! a hopeless romantic as some may say. but does the magical feeling of being in love actually exist? or is it just another illusion commercialization brings? i used to believe that there is one person solely for each one of us, that we can actually live our own love story, a journey we've been longing to take, the one we've fantasized over while watching feel-good teen kilig movies. the stories we read in sweet valley high, harlequin romance and yes those cheap tagalog romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;over the years i have tried to create that story with all my leading mens, but our stories dont end on the line that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... and they lived happily ever after"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  more often it has the tragic sad end when boy meets another girl or with the crappy line &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 51);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 51);"&gt;it's not you, it's me, im sorry"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;or sometimes even worse the boy just dissolves in thin air. and the worst, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 51);"&gt;"&lt;em&gt; im sorry i have a girlfriend, aside from you that is"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; two timing assholes.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing is at waste, all those heartaches was a learning experience, that made me stronger and less vulnerable to men, or may i say boys. it taught me how to handle sticky situations and yes to diss 'em guys.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i watch weddings celebrities' or relatives' it just makes me gush and kilig all over. i get excited with all the preparations, the eensy weensy bitsy details the flowers the church the reception and oh yes the gifts.. hehehehe. whenever the bride takes her walk down the aisle i cant help but get this picture in my head, that i am the bride with my dream wedding gown, dream wedding, dream groom, ahhh.. even the thought of it is driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;last night while i was reading the wedding special of starstudio  magazine, i couldnt but help myself dream away again. hehehe im just a sucker for weddings and anything romantic atleast...&lt;br /&gt;so yes here is the more mushy side of me, but then again aren't we all guilty of fantasizing about our weddings and yes our own. actually i can't wait till my day comes, but for now i have to look out for my groom!!&lt;br /&gt;let me leave you with a nice quote from a movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"every woman has the exact love life she wants, its up to you to decide if this is what you want"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-112514391179715423?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/112514391179715423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=112514391179715423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/112514391179715423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/112514391179715423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-do-i-do-i-am-such-sucker-for-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-112430345400483454</id><published>2005-08-17T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;funny how you find yourself feeling "that feeling" again after what seems like eons ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that feeling when your heart beats faster than you breathe, and you breathe faster than your heart beats. when you'd anticipate his every call, actually wait for it till the ungodly hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another ironic thing is that he doesnt even fit to my standards, first he's short, thin and so not my type. he's like one of the guys i'd diss anytime.. but there's something about him that draws me to him. something that i myself dont even know but i just feel it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the good thing about this one is i know that the feeling is mutual... finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but however nice and unnanticipated this guy came to my life, the situation now is a lot more complicated as i expected it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ive been waiting for someone to be there for me in all ways i can think of..  a lasting relationship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but no matter how right the feeling is when im with him i know deep inside it is not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's not meant to be... we're not meant to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another point for the heartache department....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-112430345400483454?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/112430345400483454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=112430345400483454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/112430345400483454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/112430345400483454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/08/ouch-funny-how-you-find-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-111988240931902277</id><published>2005-06-27T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;MY IDOL, MY MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    in 3 days, i repeat 3 days my beloved father isto set foot here in pinas.. after 6 months of not seeing him, i can finally hug (yet again) my daddy, who is the only man in my life.. (for now atleast) i know that he'd like to keep it that way. my dad gets so jealous whenever i have a love interest, im afraid nga that i'll be an old maid, he turns into such a grouch whenever there's a new guy that im raving about, worse he turns into such a baby, so unwilling to hear my side and ridiculously close minded. which brings me to an incident that happened last year.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    as always we were chatting online (this is all because of his stinginess, hehehehe save na daw on phone bills and load) and it just so happens that my ym avatar was a photo of me and a guy friend who happens to be really cute and yes, soo my type. I didn't want him to see it so i clicked the dissapear button, but for some reason the photo was still available for my dad to view. so his pag-iinarte started, despite my perisitent paglalambing, my texts, he apparently did not want to talk to me, he is still inis daw sa akin.. he did not call me or reply to any of my messages for two weeks!!! imagine two weeks!! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     i miss his laughter, his uber corny jokes, the silence when he's mad, his tears when he's so angry with either me or my mother. i want to make him coffee and discuss anything under the sun with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    he is the bestest dad anyone could ever wish for, an excellent provider, a very good person. he truly is a man with a very gentle and good heart. i love my dad to bits and pieces, even if i dont show it that often.&lt;br /&gt; i know that im not  the best daughter in the whole world, but i do hope i am a daughter he can be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    daddy, you have given me everything i could ever wish for and i thank you for that and a whole lot more. i am grateful that i have you as a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU DADDY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/21905190/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/21905190_f3d302617e_m.jpg" alt="my dad, the best father in the entire universe!" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-111988240931902277?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/111988240931902277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=111988240931902277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111988240931902277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111988240931902277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-idol-my-man-in-3-days-i-repeat-3.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-111858804658127206</id><published>2005-06-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHALLENGES AHEAD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finally i feel the urge to blog... a lot of things have been going in my life, hectic, busy... but im far from complaining... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;the series of welcome assemblies and orientation for the geog freshies are over and done with, i must say this is the first time i ever felt that i truly belong in my department or in my school for that matter ever since high school. Since i started college i never felt that i belonged, i wasn't involved, i was always one of the apathetic student. while sitting in the geog area of nismed audi, i was overwhelmed, the adrenaline rush, the excitement, the "geog spirit", it felt as if i was watching a uaap basketball game between up and ateneo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah during reg period, my bag was stolen... yes i am so sad, depressed and traumitized! this is partly a reason as to why i have been neglecting my blog.. well i think i have said more than enough regarding this issue, so to whoever took my bag, i hope you suffer the worst imaginable pain and fate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on... im almost done with my driving lessons!!! whoopee!!! 3 more hours!!! and the roads of metro manila can welcome another reckless driver!!! hahahaha!!! but i swear after a freaky incident the last time i drove, i will never never ever drive in poor weather conditions, it's so freaking scary!!! add the fact that i cant even see properly!! haay, we were in cubao along p. tuazon or d. tuazon, it was raining like cats and dog and i was discussing how thunderstorms form and what kind of damage it can do with my instructor when a lightning struck and hit an electrical post just a few metres infront of us and to add to the scare the post that was hit was right beside petron!!! aaahhh i was freaking scared that i actually took my hands off the steering wheel and covered my eyes and screamed endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a less scarier note classes have started and it's all good!! hehehe got pretty tough majors this sem, 121, 161, and 173 plus stat 101 im looking forward to this sem not only because im sure i'll be enjoying it but the challenge this sem has posed on me, the challenge to achieve a college or better yet a university scholar standing, the challenge to be a good member in my orgs and the core group, and to be a better me generally.. no more slacking off and late nights out, well atleast not that often... hehehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-111858804658127206?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/111858804658127206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=111858804658127206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111858804658127206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111858804658127206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/06/challenges-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-111540140953609196</id><published>2005-05-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ON SHIFTEES AND TRANSFEREES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;another issue has been raised in the geography forum of peyups.com&lt;br /&gt;the gap of geography majors in all year levels, which raised the issue of&lt;br /&gt;original majors and shiftees and transferees who more or less use the department as their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"stepping stone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to their UP dream or the department has become their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"last resort"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in order to stay in the university.&lt;br /&gt;i for one is guilty of the latter. i admit geography was my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;last hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (i like to use hope, since resort just gives it a negative connotation) to remain in UP. i know it was my fault for not being able to live up to UP standards when i was in my previous course, but i think i have paid enough for my mistakes, need not to elaborate further (i'll leave you with your imagination).&lt;br /&gt;But let me redeem myself, when i got accepted in the department, i had only one thing in mind and that is to just concentrate in my acads and just get my degree, take up my masters in a totally different field, and start my life from there.&lt;br /&gt;Cruel Intention right? but after a semster in geography, i realized, hey this isnt that bad, this isnt the worst course in UP, this is actually the course that suits me just perfectly. :) i started college a bit earlier than the rest so i just filled in whatever course the rest of my class were gonna take up. (talk about major peer pressure)&lt;br /&gt;my affair with geog started during my grade school days when i was havin a love and hate relationship with the aztecs and that irritating windmill picture in sussex, England.. haay and what's more ironic was that as i browsed through my old report cards a few months back, Geography was my highest grade in all the years that i have stayed in SHS. funny how God gives me subliminal hints.. hehehe but hey im not insinuating that i am destined for Geography, maybe i am, maybe not, but whatever the big guy has instore for me, i'd gladly accept..&lt;br /&gt;Geography for me now isnt just my way of getting my UP degree, but this is how i plan to live, breathe geography, live geography and dream geogrpahy. i simply love geography, and i will continue to be a major not just by name but with my whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;another majorwho is my classmate in one class told me "kaka-shift mo lang pala sa geog, ako graduating na pero mas active ka pa sa dept. kaysa sa akin" i was dumbfounded, i didn't know how to react.. but nevertheless i found that flattering.&lt;br /&gt;All those mistakes that i had committed, are my best accomplishments so far (ironic eh!)&lt;br /&gt;this is what made me the person i am today, stronger and wiser i may say.&lt;br /&gt;a lot more prepared to face the challenges this world's got to offer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-111540140953609196?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/111540140953609196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=111540140953609196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111540140953609196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111540140953609196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-shiftees-and-transferees-another.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-111488869247373467</id><published>2005-05-01T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A GEOGRAPHIC AFFAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;what a summer it has been so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;let's begin with the gsup induction.. everything started here... the new orgs, new people, new friends, new relationships and most of all new experiences...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i entered Geography with my mind set only on my acads, that i will not join any orgs or involve myself too much in activities. but i guess i cannot just make myself sit down and do nothing, especially if i know that i can contribute something to that activity. haaayy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;so thus a simple sign up for a volunteer led me to two other organizations- Philippine Geographical Society (PGS) and Junior Philippine Geographical Society (JPGS)... and of course the Geography Core Group... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it's been pretty hectic especially planning and doing marketing proposals but it's really fuunnn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Friday, April 29, 2005 - THE FIRST NATIONAL CONFERENCE ON GEOGRAPHICAL STUDIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;One of the biggest projects of PGS and im more than happy that i was part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11797690/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/11797690_0c361695e1_m.jpg" alt="IMG_0783" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY I.D. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the event was a success i believe, even if through some misfortunes and disaster did happen..(i.e. the untimely death of DR. PUNONGBAYAN) my deepest symphaties goes out for the people he left most especially his family) may you rest in peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the speakers and presentors were really good. Kudos especially to Sir Alecks!!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11797068/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/11797068_bf63537b62_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 023" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME---SIR ALECKS---JAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Oh and i soo luurve the way Dr. Siringan of NIGS speaks, his accent and all, oh and not to mention he really looks cute even though he's kinda old na. the bad part was that i wasnt there to watch it all.. i was tasked to do loads of things, usherette cum reg assistant cum stub controller cum runner... all that made me sweat like a pig.. (pun not intended). It was actually one of the events i dont mind waking up sooo early for.. imagine call time was at 6 am.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;people were hell punctual i mean even waay too early for the 8am registration.. we weren't even prepared for receiving them yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but at the end of the day, all the hard work paid off there were lots of participants from all over Luzon i think, from Nueva ecija to Quezon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am, i mean We are all excited for the next one... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11797066/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/11797066_80591b17cb_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 021" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11797065/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/11797065_b32d6b0da4_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 020" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11797063/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/11797063_5f25660b93_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 015" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11797067/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/11797067_9a28759e7b_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 022" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the postc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;onfe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;rence was a blast... PGS had their Secretariat meeting, and had just elected their new officials. Congrats to Sir Sonny, the new PGS preseident (next stop.. the Philippines Presidential Seat, beware Mar Roxas.. hehehehe) and Sir Ino, the new Vice President!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11797064/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/11797064_e765e543e7_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 014" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR SONNY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like a forever chant of "congo grill" sir Sonny gave in.. hehehehehe triple celebration indeed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;never did i imagine that i would be hanging out with other Geog majors let alone members of the Faculty, former profs and soon to be profs. i even found a yoca buddy in one!! yeay!! hail to the smoking population of Geog!! (huhuhu i know minority lang po kami!! ) the food was overflowing, the iced tea.. the cake, the crepe, the beer.. the laughter, the picture galore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11797686/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/11797686_85be3c2107_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 033" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11797687/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/11797687_832b97de57_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 037" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11797688/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/11797688_60274399eb_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 041" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11800125/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/11800125_402d36e7ae_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 035" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11800126/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/11800126_c3d824cd0f_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 036" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11800127/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/11800127_dbbf39cd15_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 040" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after stuffing ourselves, we trooped around the corner to Niche Bar since it was my recomendation.. hala alam na ng dept. kung gano ako ka addict sa videoke!! harharhar... after singing one song and a beer, i decided to go home coz my mom's waiting!! :) i'm the modern day Cinderella for that night!! teehee.... it was soo fuun, i swear! i wonder when's the next time this will happen? hopefully sometime soon!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90353952@N00/11797689/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/11797689_27e40cc115_m.jpg" alt="ncgs-1 043" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR SONNY BELTING IT ALL OUT WITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS OWN RENDITION OF "GOLD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i can say, i have no regrets shifting to geog, i soo love it, love the people, i just plainly love it... :) more power to Geography in the PHilippines... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we will soon conquer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-111488869247373467?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/111488869247373467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=111488869247373467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111488869247373467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111488869247373467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/05/geographic-affair-what-summer-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-111385666118902870</id><published>2005-04-19T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE KNIGHTS OF THE WHITE ROUND TABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all my life... (well atleast my college life) i've been searching for that clique, that set of friends that i will truly belong and be my self...&lt;br /&gt;i know deep within my heart that i have found it and that is ARCADIA. after long long years of shifting from group to group every dreary semester, i have finally found the one group that i know will not last for just a semester. i know that this is for keeps, this is for life.&lt;br /&gt;in the same way that i have found my clique in high school. ARCADIA is different, it is not merely a friendship built around classmates who more often than not share the same sentiments or opinions on a certain matter, decisions based because of peer pressure, it is no longer the trial stage nor the experimentation stage.&lt;br /&gt;ARCADIA as i have come to know it, are a group of diverse and very opinionated individuals, who are not afraid to say what they feel even if it stirs different emotions, not afraid of lenghty debates over highly intellectual discussions or even very meanial things.. they are people who are not afraid of what others think of them, they accept you for what you are, they dont give out uncalled for judgements nor are they pretentious.. what i loved most about ARCADIA is their value for friendship, how they give importance to friends, i have to agree with renchie when she says that friendship is an investment, after all it is.. you spend a lot of your time, your emotions, and basically your all in the group...&lt;br /&gt;this is after all a relationship, and one must really invest in one...&lt;br /&gt;it's just so sad that after all this time, some people would think of you less, less in the sense that you do not have what it takes to be one of them or you are changing the whole culture of the group. it is sad when even just one person thinks that way, that you do not uphold the charactestics of the original or what the group used to be, maybe yes i am not in a position to have all these opinions, or maybe i am also giving my self too much credit in hoping that anyone would actually listen to me or even pay attenion to my opinions..&lt;br /&gt;i know that i am one of the newbies and let me reiterate that i never thought of ARCADIA as an org nor a sorority or a confraternity that has its organizational structure and bylaws... ARCADIA to me is a relationship built around strong grounds of true and genuine friendship, a relationship that can never be quantified. and now after being in the group for almost three years, i can most definetly say that it is my second family. after my parents (my immediate family), it is ARCADIA that i consider my family because we have for me, crossed that boundary of just being uber close friends, to that level of caring, loving and looking out for each other in times distress and joy.&lt;br /&gt;i may never understand what "ARCADIA as an INSTITUTION" may ever mean since i was not there from the very begginning, though i wished i had so i will not be very disturbed by all these issues that have arised.&lt;br /&gt;some things may never be really changed or replaced, people come and people go.. we are not in the situation as it was like five years ago, but i hope the new changes brought about new people should not be taken in such a way that it hurts others' feelings..&lt;br /&gt;patience and tolerance has its limits, please remember that we are mere mortals, capable of feelings such as hurt, rejection, and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;it just kills me to think that newbies such as myself have caused all these comments, all these feelings... i love ARCADIA so much that i'd be willing to do almost anything for these people just so that everything is back as it is, before i entered, and if this means that i have to leave then so be it... i know i contributed to a lot of changes within the circle that's why i am willing to take this big a sacrifice if necessary.... (maybe this is the least i could do...)&lt;br /&gt;i hope we do iron out all our differences... i dont want any ill-feelings or comments such as what has been said to come across our relationship. i value you guys so much... maybe even much more as you value me...&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if i have been too emotional in this post, but i can't be helped... all these pent up emotions have to be written and said..&lt;br /&gt;this is how much i value my friends... i love them for who they are, embrace them with open arms even with their imperfections... yes i think i really am capable of giving this so called unconditional love, unconditional friendship, a love so great that i never thought i am capable of giving...&lt;br /&gt;maybe the tarot card reader is correct i am in a relationship already, a relationship so strong, a relationship that is of envy of a lot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NOTHING IN THIS LIFE IS PERMANENT BUT CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-111385666118902870?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/111385666118902870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=111385666118902870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111385666118902870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111385666118902870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/04/knights-of-white-round-table-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-111308094808106633</id><published>2005-04-10T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;STARTING OVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's 4:30 am and im still awake!! my body clock is acting up again, MUST MUST reset it again, in time for summer class. new blog face!! and im liking it!!! :) it makes me wanna blog more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a proffesor once told me that patriarchy is not present in today's society anymore and that gloabalization, urbanization and money-generating philosophies now reign, i believed him enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently watching starting over in etc. it's just so weird that there is such a reality tv show, i mean honestly what is happening to the trend of tv shows nowadays?? the idea of putting a group of females in a sort of rehab house to help them with problems may it be their weight, finance, or plainly getting a life again.  the starting over house has like resident psychologists who actually analyze them, their behavior towards themselves, other girls in the house and their assigned activities. it is a one of a kind concept but do they really get the help they need?? what effect does it do the ladies participating in it? and to the viewers? what social gratification do one get from watching this? do they actually carry on whatever they learned inside the house?&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but feel that this show is still so patriarchal . though it may be helping out females, and their setting is in such a way that they instill girl power to the housed girls but hello!!? what your depicting is that females are more emotionally incapable of handling their feelings, their problems, and that they need to be put in such conditions and have to be helped by professionals, as if it was a sickness that needs to be treated right away. and now you tell me that there is equality between the sexes. that there is no such thing as patriarchy...&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to think that it's just cultural difference, but then again  im not ur traditional filipina..&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe this show was gotten 2 emmy nominations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the world coming upto??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-111308094808106633?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/111308094808106633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=111308094808106633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111308094808106633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111308094808106633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/04/starting-over.html' title=''/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-111306722861948038</id><published>2005-04-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;BOREDOM BLUES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in exactly one week and a day summer classes officially begin..&lt;br /&gt;whoah...  i feel i haven't had a real breeak yet,  i still feel so worn out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;from last sem's stress and hassles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 1st marked my last exam. and what did i do???&lt;br /&gt;after the exam the four of us headed to sm north for more&lt;br /&gt;unwinding.. we spent the next 2 hours camera whoring in&lt;br /&gt;coffee experience.. hahahahaha never thought posing for the camera&lt;br /&gt;would be so tiring. people around us must have thought that we were&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of weirdos too excited to flaunt our cameras hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;anywayz who cares... they werent very pretty either...&lt;br /&gt;then we went home inuman galore gin-lime juice-sprite combo plus empy&lt;br /&gt;and coke sure brought out the craziness in the four of us, friaz was knocked out,&lt;br /&gt;mishy was doing a dance interpretation/acting/weeping drama for us, reese&lt;br /&gt;was just plainly her INsane self hahahahaha. i guess we were drunk to the point&lt;br /&gt;we were cursing each other. hahahahaha  wonder what the neighbors think of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 2,2005- saturday&lt;br /&gt;hmm woke up at 3pm with a headache grr.... oh well took a bath and met up with&lt;br /&gt;arcadia and had dinner at a venetto's in libis. yeay!! after months of craving for their&lt;br /&gt;buffalo wings, pesto w/chicken, and pizza it was such a delight!! and being the videoke&lt;br /&gt;addicts we are, headed all the way to paranaque to get our dose of songs and stoned ice!!&lt;br /&gt;di pa naiinom may tama na!!! yeah yeah!!! i think we were culture shocked with the place&lt;br /&gt;it was like an every day valentines special, and the crowd they were so good i mean their&lt;br /&gt;voice were wow, it made me scared to even attempt to sing!!! hahaha  but yeah closing&lt;br /&gt;time once again so off to sam's place for more videoke and more booze and more talks&lt;br /&gt;on the lack of correlation between the civil law and shariah law, marriage, problems,&lt;br /&gt;UP's eduaction system, family problems and what nots until 8 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 3,2005-sunday&lt;br /&gt;got home at around 9am, usual internet breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;had water drawned and heated.....&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep on the day sofa....&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5pm&lt;br /&gt;so much so for trying to go to bulacan...&lt;br /&gt;just spent the whole night online and doing absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 4,2005- monday&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8am got ready&lt;br /&gt;i have to renew my passport today, my mom will disown me if i dont..&lt;br /&gt;finished quite early so headed off to g4, had coffee and yoca, tried getting my friends&lt;br /&gt;to go, but they can't... too short a notice so i watched miss congeniality instead, it was&lt;br /&gt;a nice flick, but had more laughs on the first one...&lt;br /&gt;attempted to get a new haircut but the salon's free from 7:30 onwards only....&lt;br /&gt;went home instead...&lt;br /&gt;ruby came home and asked us if we wanted to go and have a drink.. she was bitin daw&lt;br /&gt;then go we did. went to tribu and stayed there for an hour, transffered to meatshop&lt;br /&gt;but it was so freaking full, chickenboy instead. i dont know if it was a good thing or&lt;br /&gt;not, but i saw *powder again, his hair grew, but still the same handsome face, and&lt;br /&gt;sparkling eyes, exchanged kisses and conversation here and there. ruby was sooo&lt;br /&gt;DRUNK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april5,2005- tuesday&lt;br /&gt;went to bulacan finally....&lt;br /&gt;got the shock of my life when i thought i saw FPJ getting up the bus...&lt;br /&gt;whoah turns out he was an impersonator set to perform in the town&lt;br /&gt;i was going since it was the fiesta. those are the moments when you&lt;br /&gt;can only wish you brought your camera along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 6,2005- wednesday&lt;br /&gt;gsup induction!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 497px; height: 372px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/icee_debbz/Image046.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 496px; height: 372px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/icee_debbz/Image042.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 503px; height: 377px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/icee_debbz/Image039.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/icee_debbz/Image054.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 379px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/icee_debbz/Image056.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 506px; height: 379px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/icee_debbz/Image052.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay finally im an official member....  i know i wasnt the best applicant,&lt;br /&gt;i was more like the most pasaway app in our batch. but still thank you&lt;br /&gt;gsup for accepting me. :)  my vow is this i will be the best member i can be&lt;br /&gt;wok this way after... had munchies before i headed home to change and&lt;br /&gt;go out with my roomies to wheatberry's and baang coffee..&lt;br /&gt;fun..fun..fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april7,2005- thursday&lt;br /&gt;paid bills.. went home did absolutely nothing... blah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 8,2005- friday&lt;br /&gt;woke up 3pm&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go out badly... bored bored bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 9, 2005- saturday&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 3pm&lt;br /&gt;ditched gymming with ruby.. sorry darling, couldnt wake up had a&lt;br /&gt;headache when you were trying to wake me. :(&lt;br /&gt;attempted to go out but was too lazy to... besides it was already 7:30pm&lt;br /&gt;boohoo... fidgeted with my blog instead, hence this new look!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's how i've been spending my summer break...&lt;br /&gt;im still ssooooo boreed!!! as in! i wanna go out and unwind elsewhere,&lt;br /&gt;be one with nature... just get the draining system of city life away for a few&lt;br /&gt;days before reality begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-111306722861948038?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/111306722861948038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=111306722861948038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111306722861948038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111306722861948038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/04/boredom-blues.html' title='boredom blues'/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-111236446801607486</id><published>2005-04-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the RETURN of the COMEBACK....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the RETURN of the COMEBACK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FINALLY I HAVE THE URGE TO BLOG AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;SECOND SEM IS FINALLY OVER FOR ME, MY LAST EXAM IS OVER AND DONE WITH&lt;br /&gt;IM IN AWAY CONFIDENT OF HOW I FARED ON IT. HOPEFULLY I WILL DO WELL ON IT.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN ALMOST TASTE SUMMER'S KISS...&lt;br /&gt;THE SUN, THE SAND, THE SHORE, THE SEA, OH AND THE GUYS... SUMMER FLINGS...BRING IT ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;ON A MORE REALISTIC NOTE IM GONNA DRINK PAAARTEE AND BE MERRY FOR NOW. :) TONIGHT WITH MY BABIES (HEHEHE) NAMELY MISHY, FRIAZ AND REESE.. THE EVER WONDERFUL GEOG BLOCKMATES, STUDYMATES, CRYINGMATES, CATFIGHTMATES. THESE THREE GURLS REALLY DO BRING THE SUNSHINE IN SMILE WITH THEIR CORNY CORNY JOKES, THEIR SWEETNESS, THOUGHTFULNESS AND THEIR WHATEVERS.&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW A DINNER (FINALLY) WITH MY ARCADIA FAMILY IN ONE OF OUR MOST FAVORITE RESTO.. A VENETTO'S, FOLLOWED BY A PAINOM C/O MY SIS HEHEHEHE (TAMA BA??) HAAY FUN.. FUN.. FUN..&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MORE CAN I ASK FOR, IM SPENDING TIME WITH BOTH MY FRIENDSHIP LOVES. OH WELL MORE UPDATES TO FOLLOW, EXPECT A NEW LOOK SOON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARA NA!! INUMAAAN NAAAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-111236446801607486?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/111236446801607486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=111236446801607486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111236446801607486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/111236446801607486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/04/return-of-comeback.html' title='the RETURN of the COMEBACK....'/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-110923519502467365</id><published>2005-02-24T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.Q. AKO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;D.Q. AKO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know i have been a delinquent blogger!!! (pati ba naman dito na dq!!) owell... it has been a very busy, and hectic month for me.. feb rocks!! i mean all the midterms, field trips, paper submission are all cramped up i this month. not forgetting to mention the fair! i'll elaborate further on what's been happening in my life later.. because now, i have to get ready for another field trip! one that i'm soo excited about as in! im going to cagayan valley!!! whoppee!!! i'll reach the northern most tip of the philippines!! this is gonna be fun!! 3 days there!! i just hope im ot that pooped out yet, i haven't slept for like more than 24 hours already, blame it to the paper cramming.. hahaha.. honestly i have to end this entry now, or im gonna be late!!! tata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-110923519502467365?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/110923519502467365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=110923519502467365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110923519502467365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110923519502467365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/02/dq-ako.html' title='D.Q. AKO'/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-110751758855908998</id><published>2005-02-04T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NASA HULI ANG PAGSISISI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;NASA HULI ANG PAGSISISI..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totoo nga pala na sadyang nasa huli ang pagsisisi. i never used to believe in this saying. until wednesday. i guess most of the people around me already know all the crap that i went through my academic life these past years. i know i know my high school and elem/bahrain friends may not believe this but i have been slacking off in college, the ever grade conscious "debbie" is now officially a "bahala na girl". i guess i was too excited to try out new things, explore life, college life... there's the smoking the drinking, the clubbing and the tambays. (but no i HAVE NEVER EVER TRIED DRUGS) i just wanna make that crystal clear to the readers out there. that is probabaly the last thing in this world that i would try. i am content with my vices and am getting into a lot of trouble as it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;looking back last year, i guess it was a year of closure for me, a year of realization. i have always taken the right path or atleast the one my parents chose for me i do trust their decisions. but being stuck in that country where you are just so restricted and protected more like a jail for some, then finally coming here in the philippines, its like we were freed!!! free as a bird. especially without our parents around we can do things when we like it and just do whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i started college at such an early age of 15, yeah most of the people i've talked with couldn't even believe, they all thought that 15 was such a young age to start college, i mean they were right i was just a kid, i was not capable of making decisions that of course would affect my life as a whole like choosing my course etc. thus followed my academic delinquencies, i would fail my classes and loose interest in studying altogether, i lost my self confidence and my self esteem was at an all time low. ;( i was wrecked, i was so scared to face my problem and face my dad all the more. i was so guilty because my parents give me everything that i could wish for and all they were asking in return were good grades and it kills me that i couldn't do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hahahahaha this sounds like an entry to malaala mo kaya.. i got carried away but making the long story short i made bad decisions and continued doing that believing that i would go to the pitts na. God must still love me becuase hindi pa ako na kick out ng UP!! and i am given another chance to straighten out everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i have to be honest when i say that this is the only sem in my entire academic life that i am actually really studying as in no cramming. (oh alright i still cram but not as much as i used to). last wednesday my proffesor talked to me and offered me seasrep (south east asian studies regional exchange program). i was psyched!! i mean this is a great oppurtunity for me, not everyone is given this chance! but i had to turn it down sadly becuase it requires a good academic standing with a minimum average of B. i am so depressed, i wonder if i'll ever be given that opportunity again. this year it will be held in Thailand and it's an all expense paid trip i mean from the aitline tickets, to the tuition for the courses i'll be taking there, to the board and lodging and field trips. damn diba?? shet... i hate this!!! i want to go but i can't. and even it were offered next year, i might not also take it since i'm scheduled to do my summer field work then. so i have to choose betweenmarching in 2007 or 2008. but hell i wouldnt bother about that as yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;this has served as a wake up call for me too, and now i am all the more commited into getting higer grades and studying better. though my actions before disabled me from taking this program i am not hating myself for it. it was through these mistakes that i learned to be more mature and more responsible for my actions. i have learned the value of money and the value of people around me in short it made look at life in a totally different level. i am thankful!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;who knows maybe a better opportunity is yet to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-110751758855908998?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/110751758855908998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=110751758855908998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110751758855908998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110751758855908998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/02/nasa-huli-ang-pagsisisi.html' title='NASA HULI ANG PAGSISISI...'/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-110719045834883058</id><published>2005-02-01T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COFFEE OVERDOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 374px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/icee_debbz/storyboard.jpg" alt="Hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    After a long day at school, what couldn't be better than spending your evening at starbucks with your roomies.. goshness.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I finally bought my first ever starbucks tumbler!! yeay!!! three cheers for me.. and i think im getting another one too!!! it's on sale!!! can't beat that can you?? hehehe so much so for trying to save up for a quick summer getaway in Bagiuo! hah! can't help it if im such a gastadora!! or can i?? i have got to straighten up my spending habits i swear!! im like going way overboard na talaga.. cash won't flow in my direction all the time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yes as my roomies have already brought up the topic about another bad habit of ours.. "the 5-minutes syndrome" we have decided that we should get off to bed by 12 or 1 depending on our class schedule the following day, so we can atleast get 6 hours of sleep which is pretty good enough for people like us who aren't exactly growing physically anymore (read that crissy??) hmm so if i want to get to school right before ten in the least expensive way i can, i have to wake up 7am because i move so damn sloooww in the morning. (READ: i am not a morning person) ok so i've done my calculations, i have to sleep by 1 am to get my 6 hours of sleep which is equivalent to roughly 4 complete cycles of sleep!! (psych is still on my thoughts.. damn the g.w.a. requirement) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As you may notice on the photo above, there is a globe beside my tumbler.. hahaha i am a geography major now.. it's really nice i tell you, lots of field trips and field works. as a matter of fact this month i have field trips literally every weekend!! nice eh!! one draw back is that i really don't know what im gonna do after college, for sure im gonna take graduate studies, but in what?? will i get a job in my field after i get my degree?? or will i end up joining the call center bandwagon?? hope not.. because i did not spend the last 4 years nor the two more years to come in my college life burning and working my ass off and just land in the most dumbmifying job ever.. imagine sitting infront of a computer for 8 straight hours reciting the same thing everytime you get a caller on line.. (sorry for those who are working there and my friends who have worked, currently working or about to work there, but we are entitled to our own opinions right?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So im counting on the career orientation/talk tomorrow to help me find answers to my unending questions. i just do hope that Sir Sia Su will have the heart to cancel his class tomorrow for the sake of all the majors out there who are just so clueless to what job they will land on in the future, because i seriously do not want to have another absence in his class or i will forfeit my chance of a plus 0.25 to my final grade in that subject. i guess i'll just wish hard enough tonight!! it might come true... well it's officially 10 mins before 1 am so i gotta end this blog na!! *muah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-110719045834883058?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/110719045834883058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=110719045834883058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110719045834883058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110719045834883058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/02/coffee-overdose.html' title='COFFEE OVERDOSE'/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-110702654337133066</id><published>2005-01-30T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:52.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON RELIGION AND OF OTHER HULLABALOOs</title><content type='html'>i was sitting on a stone bench around the perimeter of sunken garden happily gobbling up chicken balls and c2 drink when two Korean girls came to me and asked me if they could have a few minutes of my time. i didnt want to be rude so i let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first question they asked me in their irritatingly SANDARA accent "what is your religion??"&lt;br /&gt;if i had known that they were going to try to recruit me in their church, i wouldn't even give them a single second.. Don't get me wrong, im not an aethiest or an agnostic or whatever but it's just that i myself have lots of questions in my head about religion, i did not need anything else to further complicate all the information stored up in there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were holding a leaflet containing phrases from the bible. it was kinda wierd coz they were like insisting that their religion was the only way, the right way to worship Jesus and to believe in God. that all the other religion was the result of SAtan's influence on us... and that if we're not in their religion or atleast in their practice, we will have illness that science cannot detect. one of those weirdly out of this world sickness. and to top it all off they told me a story about the son of the owner of the Hyundai Company that he died despite all the money, the intelligence and the money. he comitted suicide because he did not believe in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisted philosophy right?? who knows that guy might have taken drugs or was waay too drunk or wanted an easy way out of his life or he was just insane.... there are a lot of factors that can be attributed to his death, but why blame it on the lack of religiousness or spirituality of the guy?? So after that i engaged in a mini- debate on faith and belief system of different religions.. hah! they couldnt even but in... hahahahahaha. at the end they conceded and just bade me farewell with their excuse line "sorry we don't speak speak good english so we could not explain properly" and with that they left me the leaflet as a remembrance of our debate and said that in the future if i dont like my religion, i can try out their's. ANO YUN PARANG CAR NA KAPAG OUTDATED NA OR SIRA NA, PAPALITAN MO NA?? wierdness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that everything was a surreal blur. i went off to Shopwise Cubao to do my grocery shopping... hahaha overspent but it was alright i guess.. atleast i got lotsa stock... then i just headed straight to cofeeheads to meet up with my roomie ruby... bonded over coffee, dalandan juice, fettucine and empanada and our readings... when it was closing we went to Starbucks to continue studying... hahaha but to no avail thanks to me and my eccentricity i just texted jayar if he wanted to go to starbucks, i was kinda shocked that he'd still reply at that hour! turns out he was having dinner? more like a midnight snack at mcdonalds so he showed up approximately 15 mins after. what a great way to spend a saturday night, coffee shop hopping and studying... hahahaha people with no social life.. yeah that's us!! our life revolves around coffee and our books!! oh yeah plus the internet and tv.. hehehehe :) well that's it for me... got a long day tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-110702654337133066?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/110702654337133066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=110702654337133066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110702654337133066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110702654337133066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/01/on-religion-and-of-other-hullabaloos.html' title='ON RELIGION AND OF OTHER HULLABALOOs'/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-110667054561105270</id><published>2005-01-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECOVERING.. 1,2,3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Today may just be the worst day ever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What would you feel if you had studied your ass off for an exam, and you were actually confident for the first time in your whole college life that you were gonna ace it. Then when you get your paper back... you're measley a few points up from passing... you'd feel flabberghasted wouldn't you? shocked? dissapointed? yup i thought so... that's what i atleast felt when i got back my paper earlier today... and to top it all off i had a mind boggling, brain twisting, eye popping and neck breaking exam just approximately an hour and a half after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Talk about major mood wrecker... i should have listened to enuh and not have looked at my blue book so as to not spoil my "conquer the world" attitude these past few weeks.. well i guess this is just God's way of telling me hey work harder pa... maybe i should, maybe i should just work my ass off... hahahaha oh and yeah i should REALLY REALLY get back to my cracker diet and oh i suppose i'll enroll na rin sa gym sa moro with rubbyzkins and get my badminton skills rollin' again and and and put our "the grind and tae bo" sessions in reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-110667054561105270?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/110667054561105270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=110667054561105270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110667054561105270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110667054561105270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/01/recovering-123.html' title='RECOVERING.. 1,2,3'/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10366067.post-110657785937182868</id><published>2005-01-24T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:00:51.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPIDITY TO THE MAX!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM SO FREAKING STUPID!!! I JUST DELETED MY PREVIOUS BLOG!!! THIS SUCKS!!!! UUURGH... I GUESS I HAVE TO START ALL OVER AGAIN... STUPID STUPID DEBBIE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so there moralof the story: stop look and read!!!! i am dissapointed at myself to the highest level!!!! when i was just peaking in my blog! now what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10366067-110657785937182868?l=iceedebbz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/feeds/110657785937182868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10366067&amp;postID=110657785937182868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110657785937182868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10366067/posts/default/110657785937182868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceedebbz.blogspot.com/2005/01/stupidity-to-max.html' title='STUPIDITY TO THE MAX!!!'/><author><name>icee_debbz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03364727599351527972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/262942154_854c904daf_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
