<?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-3082088865658634264</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:53:40.302+08:00</updated><category term='Christine'/><category term='Godly'/><category term='Realization'/><category term='Third sexes'/><category term='moment'/><category term='new'/><category term='Charmine'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='Friend'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='Pethy'/><category term='Pranked'/><category term='adorable'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='Dyna'/><category term='heavens'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Threxcy'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Xenia'/><category term='Mistur Censored'/><category term='Thankful'/><category term='absent'/><category term='God'/><category term='Father Norton'/><category term='Mitch'/><category term='UST'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='Keanu Reeves'/><category term='Friendster'/><category term='ustet'/><category term='Cuckoo'/><category term='Krissy'/><category term='Meet Joe Black'/><category term='Nicoi'/><category term='UP'/><category term='Clock'/><category term='baby'/><category term='fanatic'/><category term='Gaisano City'/><category term='Sir Aponte'/><category term='Intramurals'/><category term='Time'/><category term='hot'/><category term='BS Tourism'/><category term='reconciliation'/><category term='is'/><category term='Rita'/><title type='text'>Because She's Bittersweet</title><subtitle type='html'>How I thought we had something going on. Silly me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-4634419333601763213</id><published>2008-05-22T07:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:09:00.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X VS Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SDS4vYt_vuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jlh6_j3AG8w/s1600-h/Powerpuffynessies%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 128px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SDS4vYt_vuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jlh6_j3AG8w/s200/Powerpuffynessies%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202986593748500194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VS. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SDS4vot_vvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-kVtXlt79xM/s1600-h/22786_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 127px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SDS4vot_vvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-kVtXlt79xM/s200/22786_w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202986598043467506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaa! I'm crazy over this new Powerpuff Girls Z! As we knew them, they're made of sugar, spice, everything nice, and Chemical X. However, the story was revised with Powerpuff Girls Z, a new from Japan. The story started during a sudden climate change at Tokyo City and around the world. So in order to stop this, Kitazawa used Chemical Z, a new form of Professor Utonium's original substance Chemical X, to destroy a giant glacier. However, the impact of Chemical Z caused several black and white lights to appear in the Tokyo sky. Three ordinary girls, Momoko (Blossom of PPG), Miyako (Bubbles), and Kaoru (Buttercup), were engulfed in white lights and soon became the new defenders of Tokyo City: the Powerpuff Girls Z. However, the numerous black lights caused others to turn to the side of evil. And so, using their ultra super powers, Hyper Blossom, Rolling Bubbles, and Powered Buttercup dedicated their lives to defending Tokyo City from the likes of those swayed by the black lights and Him's black powder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-4634419333601763213?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4634419333601763213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=4634419333601763213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4634419333601763213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4634419333601763213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/05/powerpuff-girls-z.html' title='X VS Z'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SDS4vYt_vuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jlh6_j3AG8w/s72-c/Powerpuffynessies%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-6064492135915475207</id><published>2008-05-19T21:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:27:40.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pinaisan": with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10:35am. I just woke up with the sound of a two 5-peso coins thrown on my bed. Gotta wake up. Mom's leaving and nobody's left to cook. I'm so not used to it, ME? Cooking? HELL NO! I wasn't even born with the talent of cookery (though kissing never lasts but cookery does, as quoted from a site i've seen). But sheesh, no choice. Nobody's capable of doing it but me. I'm alone with my grandfather and my little brother. In short, I've got to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But Mom? What am I gonna do with a thirty peso? "Buy sardines or maybe corned beef. Besides, there's only the three of you left to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good heavens. It felt like an obligation. I can't afford to sleep all day knowing that my Lolo and my brother would starve. I've got to do this, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So when she left, I got up and fixed myself. I went out of the house and found that Tita Nene's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiangge&lt;/span&gt; was closed. Guess what? I've gotta walk like lots of steps to reach the other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiangge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I arrived at the store and bought a corned beef. How much? P32. I'm short with P2. Gotta buy the smaller one. How much? P16. Okay, good. I can keep P14. Since the lady who's given me what I bought knew me (but poor me, I forgot her name), I took the chance and asked her how to do the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pinaisan nga bangrus (paksiw na bangus).&lt;/span&gt; So there, she instructed me that I needed garlic, ginger, onion, vinegar, salt, and of course, the fish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As I was doing the stuff, I enjoyed loving the moment. I'm alone at the kitchen, nobody's there to say "Whaaat? You? Cooking? What a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;racle!", which annoys me A LOT. Maybe they're just trynna motivate me or something, but I often get upset and eventually stop doing the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Snap back. As I told you, I loved the feeling of being alone and doing something you're a newbie at. It felt even better when I let my lolo taste it and when I was like showered with compliments. Exaggerated maybe because for you, it was just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pinaksiw&lt;/span&gt;. But for me, I felt appreciated. Few words from my Lolo meant a lot for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gotta do a little searching for a drooling recipe which I'll make "Mitch's Best". Wish me luck.ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SDGKQ4t_vrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XdwBdY5ItS4/s1600-h/attachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SDGKQ4t_vrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XdwBdY5ItS4/s320/attachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202091067297480370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinaisan with love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-6064492135915475207?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6064492135915475207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=6064492135915475207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6064492135915475207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6064492135915475207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/05/pinaisan-with-love.html' title='&quot;Pinaisan&quot;: with love'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SDGKQ4t_vrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XdwBdY5ItS4/s72-c/attachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-3970041164522940226</id><published>2008-05-17T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:37:06.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet Joe Black'/><title type='text'>"Sixty-five years. Don't they go by in a blink?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SC8H44t_vqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tsosA2sKSkk/s1600-h/v7639385a3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SC8H44t_vqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tsosA2sKSkk/s320/v7639385a3d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201384768515587746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just have to open the computer and blog this out.  I was crying too hard and tell you what, my nose is still wet!  I was so touched with HBO's original movie entitled "Meet Joe Black". It's been out of the movie industry for ages but I didn't have the time to watch it. It really caught my emotions  and  it felt like,  sometimes,  you just realize  that you need nothing else in this world, that everything that's worth living is already with you. I've been really SOBBING too hard especially during the father-daughter parts. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Here's a bit of everything. Might as well be interested. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle of life on Earth hangs in the balance when Death becomes emotionally involved in this romantic fantasy. William Parrish (Anthony Hopkins) is a tremendously wealthy and powerful man who oversees a worldwide multi-media empire. Despite the loss of his wife, whom he dearly loved, William is content with his life, and he's very close to his two daughters, Allison (Marcia Gay Harden) and Susan (Claire Forlaini). One night, as William is fighting a hostile takeover of his company and Allison is planning an elaborate party to celebrate her dad's 65th birthday, William begins displaying the symptoms of a severe heart attack, and he is visited by a mysterious stranger, Joe Black (Brad Pitt). Joe is actually the angel of death, who has taken the form of a man who recently passed on to pay William a call. It seems that William is due to move on to the next world, but (no great surprise) he doesn't want to go. Joe, on the other hand, is curious to know what life is like for mere mortals, so the two men strike a deal -- William will have some time to get his affairs in order, and Joe will wait and see what it's like to be a human being. Joe decides that he likes it very much when he falls in love with Susan, but negotiating the slippery slopes of romance is no easier for Joe than for any ordinary man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of crying. Every now and then I reminisce the brilliant words Hopkins says and I'm certainly struck with every ounce of it. Bottomline is, YOU GOTTA WATCH IT. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Most Memorable lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;William Parrish&lt;/b&gt;: It's hard to let go, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joe Black&lt;/b&gt;: Yes it is, Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;William Parrish&lt;/b&gt;: And that's life... what can I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;William Parrish&lt;/b&gt;: I thought I was going to sneak away tonight. What a glorious night. Every face I see is a memory. It may not be a perfectly perfect memory. Sometimes we had our ups and downs. But we're all together, and you're mine for a night. And I'm going to break precedent and tell you my one candle wish: that you would have a life as lucky as mine, where you can wake up one morning and say, "I don't want anything more." Sixty-five years. Don't they go by in a blink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;William Parrish&lt;/b&gt;: Do you know about money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joe Black&lt;/b&gt;: It can't buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;William Parrish&lt;/b&gt;: Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Susan Parrish&lt;/b&gt;:  I love you, Daddy --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;William Parrish:&lt;/b&gt;  That's why it's okay.  No regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Susan Parrish&lt;/b&gt;: No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;William Parrish&lt;/b&gt;: It's a good feeling, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Susan Parrish&lt;/b&gt;: Everybody's saying goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They regard each other, a long pause, they have reached an understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;William Parrish&lt;/b&gt;: I'm still here.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-3970041164522940226?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3970041164522940226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=3970041164522940226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3970041164522940226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3970041164522940226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/05/sixty-five-years-dont-they-go-by-in.html' title='&quot;Sixty-five years. Don&apos;t they go by in a blink?&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SC8H44t_vqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tsosA2sKSkk/s72-c/v7639385a3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-5193691490643814490</id><published>2008-05-17T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:09:19.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic/Nude/Topless Slippers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SC2_VYt_voI/AAAAAAAAALo/1psTyovMaC0/s1600-h/Nude-Sandal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SC2_VYt_voI/AAAAAAAAALo/1psTyovMaC0/s320/Nude-Sandal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201023518816321154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Has anyone reading my blog tried this already? if yes, kamusta naman yun? im planning to buy it but iunno where. tell me, isn't it odd to wear? and okay pa daw for running huh? weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-5193691490643814490?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5193691490643814490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=5193691490643814490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5193691490643814490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5193691490643814490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/05/magicnudetopless-slippers.html' title='Magic/Nude/Topless Slippers?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SC2_VYt_voI/AAAAAAAAALo/1psTyovMaC0/s72-c/Nude-Sandal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-7435299039783865561</id><published>2008-05-16T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:05:07.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domain &amp; Hosting Sponsorship Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SC2v1ot_vnI/AAAAAAAAALg/OcaGC0Gll_Q/s1600-h/b2bprogram525x362he9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SC2v1ot_vnI/AAAAAAAAALg/OcaGC0Gll_Q/s320/b2bprogram525x362he9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201006480681057906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Video" title="Add Video" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addVideo();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU REALLY GET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pre-Cerebrating &lt;strong&gt;iCalvyn.com&lt;/strong&gt; 1 Year anniversary  on 30March&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Calling all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; blogspot&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;wordpress&lt;/span&gt;’s blogger!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you still using:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.yourdomain.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.yourdomain.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” or ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planning own a Domain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you intent to own a Domain such as “&lt;strong&gt;www.yourdomain.com&lt;/strong&gt;“? and have more functionality and control on your blog?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you intent to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;blog serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, here is a nice program&lt;strong&gt;~ Domain &amp;amp; Hosting Sponsorship program&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/www.icalvyn.com');" title="iCalvyn.com" href="http://www.icalvyn.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;iCalvyn.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/myexhost.com/');" href="http://myexhost.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;MyExHost.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sponsor you &lt;strong&gt;domain and hosing&lt;/strong&gt;, domain &amp;amp; content will &lt;strong&gt;fully own by you&lt;/strong&gt; and you need to achieve the following:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calvyn's Requirement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; You must update your blog at least twice a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your must build traffic, maintain at least &lt;strong&gt;100 unique visitor/days&lt;/strong&gt; at the 6th month and&lt;strong&gt; achieve 200 unique visitor/days&lt;/strong&gt; after 11th month from this sponsorship program (Adjustable depend on performance)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You must maintain a &lt;strong&gt;sponsor banner&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; link of sponsor&lt;/strong&gt; on your blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~That All~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ops… forgot to mention, write a short story about this program on your current blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worry to achieve target traffic? Easy like drink water if you follow &lt;a title="Increase traffic easily" href="http://blog.icalvyn.com/power-of-stumbleupon/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.icalvyn.com/power-of-stumbleupon/"&gt;my tips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogger freedom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;You      can blog any thing, except illegal stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;You      can make money with this blog, &lt;strong&gt;allow to put ads&lt;/strong&gt;, write &lt;strong&gt;sponsor post&lt;/strong&gt;. Make money online.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;You      are &lt;strong&gt;giving the right &lt;/strong&gt;control over your domain and hosting control panel.(private control panel) As long fulfill      above requirement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you get from this sponsorship program:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Domain Name(.Com .Net .Org)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1 GB Hosting Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10 GB Bandwidth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1 MySQL Database (applicant can request to add  on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1 FTP (applicant can request to add on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1 Mail Account (applicant can request to add  on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cpanel &lt;/strong&gt;Web Hosting Control Panel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For further detail, please don’t hesitate to drop me an email at “&lt;strong&gt;ClickMe@iCalvyn.com&lt;/strong&gt;” With the Subject &lt;strong&gt;“Domain &amp;amp; Hosting Sponsorship Program” &lt;/strong&gt;Only &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;50 sponsorship&lt;/span&gt; 200 Sponsorship at the moment! First come First Serve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Term and Condition apply&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Sponsorship Agreement will be given to &lt;strong&gt;protect your benefit, &lt;/strong&gt;domain and content ownership.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Offer valid from 31March 2008 - 31 December 2008)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR MORE INFO KINDLY VISIT THIS &lt;a href="http://icalvyn.com/"&gt;iCalvyn.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-7435299039783865561?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7435299039783865561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=7435299039783865561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7435299039783865561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7435299039783865561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/05/domain-hosting-sponsorship-program.html' title='Domain &amp; Hosting Sponsorship Program'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SC2v1ot_vnI/AAAAAAAAALg/OcaGC0Gll_Q/s72-c/b2bprogram525x362he9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-1939774522903168850</id><published>2008-05-15T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:21:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gtalk</title><content type='html'>I'm crazy. Been using this so-called Gmail  for like ages but I haven't noticed how cool it was. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funny much since I was doing some stuff when i heard of this "tong" sound (lol) and was wondering where it's coming from. So yeah, I kept on searching on my active tabs when I noticed that one tab was some kind of blinking. =)) Then yun, I saw krissy's instant message and she was asking if matagal na daw akong naG'GTALK. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I fell inlove with Gtalk instantly is because I could get rid of those pissing-me-off-big-time GROUP MESSAGES and I could only talk to people whom I wanted to talk to. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCw4JYt_vmI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZkKEJFN9r6o/s1600-h/gtalk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCw4JYt_vmI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZkKEJFN9r6o/s320/gtalk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593403611430498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't get what we're talking about? Nyahahaha, dig it! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-1939774522903168850?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1939774522903168850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=1939774522903168850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1939774522903168850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1939774522903168850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/05/gtalk.html' title='Gtalk'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCw4JYt_vmI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZkKEJFN9r6o/s72-c/gtalk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-2284944862392223959</id><published>2008-05-11T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:56:50.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 minutes</title><content type='html'>30 minutes had been a cliche when it comes to my little brothers. Since I've discovered this Timer feature on my phone, I started to "time" them everytime they're playing the computer. Usually, they would ask my permission (well, even approved by our parents, they still cannot play without Manang Che's permit) and say "Manang Che (manang means 'Ate' and Che means my nickname at home LOL), can we play for thirty minutes?" And I would gladly hand them my phone with the timer on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the sense you ask? Boohoo, im kaduper bored noh. :)) Nothing much. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-2284944862392223959?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2284944862392223959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=2284944862392223959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/2284944862392223959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/2284944862392223959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/05/30-minutes.html' title='30 minutes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-8820656181053399529</id><published>2008-05-10T22:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:27:26.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Ckicken Pakshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh goosshh, my sister is suffering from CHICKEN POX and it's giving me creepy creeps! actually, hindi pa ko ngka'chicken shit na yan. gosssh talaga!:( what should i do to avoid it? what makes me unfortunate is that i'm taking up tourism and i can't afford to look UGLIER than I am now. :( Ugly na nga ngeon mas u'ugly pa dahil sa chicken pakshit na yan. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as what I've told a few people before, I got my hair rebonded like 2 weeks ago but i didn't have the chance to do a lot of picture-taking. HAHA. Since today is my lolo's celebration for his 79th birthday, i had the chance to take hold of the camera and do a lot of captured moments. Naks. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCW3rI1WvAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_PdGO99w4oU/s1600-h/CIMG0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCW3rI1WvAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_PdGO99w4oU/s200/CIMG0587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198763296602635266" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCW5p41WvFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0y6Z0hhEV54/s1600-h/CIMG0579.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCW5qI1WvGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BPedhQMwDyY/s1600-h/CIMG0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCW5qI1WvGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BPedhQMwDyY/s200/CIMG0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198765478446021730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCW5qI1WvGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BPedhQMwDyY/s1600-h/CIMG0585.JPG"&gt; 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I've been into organizing things, and, as you can see, my blog theme is different again. I also dressed my multiply except for my friendster account since I found it boring tonnight. So yeah I'm actually going to sleep when something funny that's quite good to put into my "about me" section popped into my head. LOL. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stinky Facts about MEetch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of flaws on my body. Well, who won't have them if you have these mighty clumsy arms and legs?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was diagnosed with Scoliosis when I was fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes am cross-eyed. HAHA! Isn't it obvious on my pictures? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a certified flat-nosed. No comment. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be gap-toothed that's why I had a 1-and-a-half year duration of braces on my teeth. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lumps are bigger than they must be, but my humps are smaller than they SHOULD be! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to IMAX, Oceanarium, MOA, and Starbucks @ 16. More like a noob! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exchange stuff with my sister. From clothes to pants to shoes and even to accessories. Oh yeah? Can you beat that? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only morena in our family. Whatta shame. I'm so ampon. Nyahaha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hecka single for a year! Well, uhh. I don't know. :)) That only means I'm ugly. WHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never known 'til I'm sixteen that the word Sheep, when in plural form is still Sheep and that there's no such thing as "Lip sing" but rather "Lip Synch". Whahaha. You didn't know that either? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a grammar freak but still in doubt of the proper usage of prepositions! Shet! I'm so pathetic! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: More stuff will be added if more factory defects will be discovered. LOL!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it even funny? Haha! I dunno about you. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-7551756758279958012?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7551756758279958012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=7551756758279958012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7551756758279958012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7551756758279958012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/05/stinky-facts-about-meetch.html' title='Stinky Facts about MEetch'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-5559544271831759616</id><published>2008-05-05T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:50:05.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BS Tourism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ustet'/><title type='text'>Certified Thomasian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCBFdBOOJcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dYj5qEvUkFE/s1600-h/ust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 185px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCBFdBOOJcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dYj5qEvUkFE/s320/ust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197230334832158146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Yes! I'm a certified Thomasian now.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   To those who didn't know, I'm an incoming BS Tourism freshman of the University of Santo Tomas. I belong to section 1T3 but I don't know anybody from my block yet. I've been excited and eventually became scared since I'll be entering a far too different world now. I'm actually sad when I had the chance to look for dorms/rooms since I realized that my present life is too convenient to be exchanged to this one (well, I've seen lots of houses and it's like they're just 1/2 the size of our home. I'm not bragging or anything, I just realized that I'm too fortunate though I'm not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manila girl &lt;/span&gt;or something). I'm not used to cooking, laundry, pressing, and many more. I hate house chores. But sheesh, who wouldn't try to love them if those are the things you are doing every single day of your life? Hussh. I'm putting up a little drama here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm really happy that I belong to the Thomasian family now. At least, I could experience LIFE itself, from which I haven't met since then. You get what I mean? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-5559544271831759616?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5559544271831759616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=5559544271831759616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5559544271831759616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5559544271831759616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/05/certified-thom.html' title='Certified Thomasian'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/SCBFdBOOJcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dYj5qEvUkFE/s72-c/ust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-9162303002796602148</id><published>2008-04-22T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:14:57.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been BUSY</title><content type='html'>I feel so guilty for myself that I can't write here. Tssk. It's only that PC and CP bore me. HAHA. Just blogging this out for the "updating"  thaaaang.  Ye know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Here is  a  peep to my schedule of activities (LOL):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                         April 24, 2008:            Off to Manila. Enrollment @ UST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                                Look for a dorm/apartment.&lt;br /&gt;                                        April 25, 2008:             Still working on things about school.&lt;br /&gt;                                        April 26, 2008:             Bond with relatives, meet with Kuya RJ.&lt;br /&gt;                                        April 27, 2008:              Home&lt;br /&gt;                                                   April Working days:    Office days&lt;br /&gt;                                                   May, 2008 (MWF):    Office days&lt;br /&gt;                                                    May, 2008 (TTHS):    Catechesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-9162303002796602148?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/9162303002796602148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=9162303002796602148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/9162303002796602148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/9162303002796602148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/been-busy.html' title='Been BUSY'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-8067607913362757728</id><published>2008-04-13T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:19:07.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Corrections :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4th Block, Graceville Subdivision&lt;br /&gt;Barangay Tiza&lt;br /&gt;Roxas City, Capiz&lt;br /&gt;9 April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENGR. EDGAR DIAZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Manager&lt;br /&gt;Capiz Electric Cooperative&lt;br /&gt;Timpas, Panitan, Capiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am writing this letter to express my willingness to work in your good office as an apprentice to whatever job suitable for my age and academic background which will hopefully serve as my training experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a graduate of the Special Science and Technology Class of Capiz National High School, SY 2007-2008. During my academic years, I was one of our School Paper Staffs, active on clubs, and awarded as one of the Outstanding Researchers for Science and Mathematics. I am honest, computer literate, hardworking, and an Adobe Photoshop artist. I also am a layout designer for web profiles, if that adds up to my competence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My references are proof of my good record and if you contact any of them, I'm sure they'll be happy to vouch for my character and dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enclosed is my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Biodata&lt;/span&gt; with details of my personal particulars. I would welcome the opportunity to meet with you and discuss my qualifications for working. I believe my educational experiences have given me the skills to make a valuable contribution to your company. I look forward to hearing from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MICHELLE CRYSTAL G. BELUSO &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-8067607913362757728?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8067607913362757728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=8067607913362757728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8067607913362757728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8067607913362757728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/corrections-4th-block-graceville.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-47672884929988749</id><published>2008-04-12T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:50:27.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Recently?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wasn't able to go online for like two days because my body won't permit me to do so. :( But anyway, here are some of the updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;April 10, 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the "job"! It's not actually a formal "job" because the company didn't formally hire me. It's because I'm still working for my Pup and I don't know if I'll have the salary! Whhhaaaat? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he'd like throw me to his Secretary and let me do some paperworks (Note: Old school paperworks). I filed, wrote, and reviewed the Apprehension Forms of CAPELCO and it seems like it's a usual routine for each day to have at least 2 violations. Good thing I didn't see any familiar names of personalities/companies there. Whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the main office at around 1pm and were destined to Coco Veranda, where Globe Telecom set a meeting with CAPELCO. I was scared at first because Pup told me I'll be writing the minutes of the meeting and I actually forgot how to do that thing! It was horrible but he told me not to feel like that since it was just an informal meeting at all. There were three of them from my Pup's company and there were five from Innove (And I'm the rose among the thorns obviously) Nyehe. So yeah, I didn't do anything since Innove have done the presentation and the handouts so I was of no help. I just had a great lunch. Weee. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;April 11,2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of work. My father promised me to tell Kuya Heinz to teach me how to do the AutoCAD. Yey! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at exactly 8:00 in the office and I started and finished the morning with this Note of Reading thingy. I wrote lotsss of it and it took me 4 hours to finish it. Could you imagine? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch was coolness because it was then that I knew that my father eats with his employees while other managers don't. :) My father is so much different among the others because :). (Proud daughter alert!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my dream is so broken. :( Gotta wait for Monday because they were preparing some presentations so Kuya Heinz can't make it. :( Gotta wait for Monday to come. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the afternoon, I had a slight talk with an employee there (I call her tita because she's become a family friend) and she offered me books to read. I took hold of this Psychology book. It was so amazing! I've read lots of interesting stuff about dreams, toddlers, chimpanzees, schizophrenia, and many more. I really thought that would make my day but Pup interrupted my afternoon dreaming when he told me to encode about these stuff. So I just finished a page of the Record book when he told me to stop doing it because we'll be leaving. :( They'll be having their Media Meeting (and I'm not allowed to come with him) so he dropped me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what happened to me that night? I got fever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;April 12, 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at the sofa and I don't know why. Creepy creeps! I sleep-walked again. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a special day since it's Myles' (my nephew) birthday, My brother &amp;amp; his wife's 1st and Mama &amp;amp; Papa's 22nd wedding anniversary. Cool, eh? So we spent the day in the beach with our relatives. So much for details. I'm so sleepy. LOL! Nytiiee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-47672884929988749?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/47672884929988749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=47672884929988749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/47672884929988749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/47672884929988749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-recently.html' title='Just Recently?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-4348523258318661253</id><published>2008-04-09T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:54:28.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Application Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just finished my application letter yet it still isn't edited by my pup. Just thought of sharing this to you. Wahaha. Be the critic if you want. XD I'll just inform you guys if I'm already in. Weeee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;4th Block, Graceville Subdivision&lt;br /&gt;Barangay Tiza&lt;br /&gt;Roxas City, Capiz&lt;br /&gt;9 April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENGR. EDGAR DIAZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Manager&lt;br /&gt;Capiz Electric Cooperative&lt;br /&gt;Timpas, Panitan, Capiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am writing this letter to express my willingness to work in your good office as an apprentice to whatever job suitable for my age and academic background which will hopefully serve as my training experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a graduate of the Special Science and Technology Class of Capiz National High School, SY 2007-2008. During my academic years, I was one of our School Paper Staffs, active on clubs, and awarded as one of the Outstanding Researchers for Science and Mathematics. I am honest, computer literate, hardworking, and an Adobe Photoshop artist. I also am a layout designer for web profiles, if that adds up to my competence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My references are proof of my good record and if you contact any of them, I'm sure they'll be happy to vouch for my character and dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enclosed is my resume with details of my personal particulars. I would welcome the opportunity to meet with you and discuss my qualifications for working. I believe my educational experiences have given me the skills to make a valuable contribution to your company. I look forward to hearing from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Crystal G. Beluso&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-4348523258318661253?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4348523258318661253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=4348523258318661253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4348523258318661253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4348523258318661253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/application-letter.html' title='Application Letter'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-7103319547313204295</id><published>2008-04-08T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:46:12.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dancing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, I just turned off the PC when I tried scanning for some catchy shows on TV. Well, I'm not a good dancer but I do enjoy watching Dance Shows. So there, I bumped to this TV Show entitled "Dirty Dancing". It was really awesome since the guy (Paul Barris) was a hottie and the girls (whom compete to be the guy's partner) were awesome dancers. Sheesh. I really fell inlove with him and golly, I couldn't stop but watch. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As much as I wanted to put his photo here, I can see nothing all over the net. :( Too bad it was his first and last TV screening. Sheesh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-7103319547313204295?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7103319547313204295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=7103319547313204295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7103319547313204295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7103319547313204295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/dirty-dancin.html' title='Dirty Dancing?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-3212604293037285919</id><published>2008-04-07T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:10:34.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight!</title><content type='html'>Woot. My parents are home so byebye comfy days! But anyway, I had a good dose of food when they came back since they brought some Bohol Delicacies and Piattos. ??! Haha. My sister's friends were also present this afternoon and watched "Meet the Spartans". It was a hilarious movie and I can't help but guffaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father and I had this talk about my College plans and it jumped to my Summer Job. Yey! I'll be having my summer job one of these days. Yiiii. And guess what? My Pup's gonna be the one who'll be giving my salary too. I'm quite not sure what the job will be but I'm okay with anything anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just moments ago, I made 3 layouts: 1 for my brother, 1 for my cousin, and 1 for www.friendster-layouts.com. Oh, by the way, please do add them because I'm thinking about making a giveaway layout for the 1st and 100th person to add them. That means I'll be giving away 4 crossover layouts all in all. Here are &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/marklemund"&gt;Mark's&lt;/a&gt; (my brother) and &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/samuelodeson"&gt;Samuel's&lt;/a&gt;(my cousin) Friendster profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_o4_E6RqgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OWiw-4r5Yfw/s1600-h/CIMG0292a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_o4_E6RqgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OWiw-4r5Yfw/s320/CIMG0292a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186520577171630594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Current mood: Barney-like. LoL. I don't even know why. =)) Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS: This photo was taken hours ago. Only that the date was wrongly adjusted. Wooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-3212604293037285919?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3212604293037285919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=3212604293037285919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3212604293037285919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3212604293037285919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_o4_E6RqgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OWiw-4r5Yfw/s72-c/CIMG0292a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-4995432423328029842</id><published>2008-04-07T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:42:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute baby from Youtube</title><content type='html'>This one freaked me out. HAHAHA. You gotta watch this. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cMjIYbq5D4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cMjIYbq5D4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-4995432423328029842?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4995432423328029842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=4995432423328029842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4995432423328029842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4995432423328029842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/cute-baby-from-youtube.html' title='Cute baby from Youtube'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-8461638580780751231</id><published>2008-04-07T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:18:37.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Time Knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the sun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jimenapulse.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/spiral-clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://jimenapulse.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/spiral-clock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with P86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? Draw every cent, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has such bank. It's name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-8461638580780751231?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8461638580780751231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=8461638580780751231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8461638580780751231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8461638580780751231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/only-time-knows.html' title='Only Time Knows'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-237786967378498048</id><published>2008-04-06T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:26:19.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Stuff</title><content type='html'>I've been editing my Recognition Day photos with our notebook inside our parents' room when my two ugly duckling brothers started to laugh at my works! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gees, they went really crazy over me, putting colors on my lips.&lt;/span&gt; Can't blame them though, been really interested way way back then when I didn't understand how those stuff work and blahs. So yeah, as what I've said, they were interested bout how to color stuff using the computer so i gave it a shot using their own photograph. Here it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jPKU6RqYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9pRIKPhL33k/s1600-h/CIMG0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jPKU6RqYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9pRIKPhL33k/s320/CIMG0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186122747235903874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See? They're two &lt;s&gt;ugly&lt;/s&gt; cutie &lt;s&gt;devils&lt;/s&gt; angels. HAHA, whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-237786967378498048?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/237786967378498048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=237786967378498048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/237786967378498048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/237786967378498048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/laughing-stuff.html' title='Laughing Stuff'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jPKU6RqYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9pRIKPhL33k/s72-c/CIMG0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-5876474490299266778</id><published>2008-04-06T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:18:25.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense of Responsibility?</title><content type='html'>This day is really the bomb! Woot. I have grown this so-called "sense of responsibility" within me TODAY. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoakay, just today.&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna ask what I did that made me conclude that way? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coughs.&lt;/span&gt; I MOPPED the floor, I WIPED the dining table, I CLEANED our bathroom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and I would like to emphasize  ME, cleaning the toilet bowl and the bathroom tiles), &lt;/span&gt;I SCOLDED my brothers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well I've been doing this since then anyway)&lt;/span&gt;, I CLEANED my parents' room, I WIPED the cabinet and the computer stand, I HUNG our towels, I ARRANGED our study table, and I TOOK A BATH. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whaaat? &lt;/span&gt;HAHAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheesh,&lt;/span&gt; the bathroom thingy was the yuckiest part. Owmigee. I stayed for like an hour and a half inside the bathroom doing stuff. Good thing everything ended with a warm, relaxing bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? Well, I manage to work if and only if I'm in the mood. I'm so fooken proud of my self. Golly, don't you wanna congratulate me for a job well-done? Gaaad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-5876474490299266778?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5876474490299266778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=5876474490299266778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5876474490299266778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5876474490299266778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/sense-of-responsibility.html' title='Sense of Responsibility?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-3955493518363324929</id><published>2008-04-03T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:50:31.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gucci Gang" Scandal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.google.com/malen.ada/R95QP-UiiyI/AAAAAAAAJvY/3ycaEN8NGtQ/s400/gucci_gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://lh4.google.com/malen.ada/R95QP-UiiyI/AAAAAAAAJvY/3ycaEN8NGtQ/s400/gucci_gang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gucci Gang controversy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is a series of events that involved an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_people" class="mw-redirect" title="Australian people"&gt;Australian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blogger" class="mw-redirect" title="Blogger"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Brian Gorrell who published his accusation against his former boyfriend of swindling him of money totaling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_dollar" title="United States dollar"&gt;US$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;70,000. Gorrell's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blog" title="Blog"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, which was first published on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March_4" title="March 4"&gt;March 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008" title="2008"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, has also accused his ex's well-to-do friends, whom he tagged as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gucci" title="Gucci"&gt;Gucci&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Gang", of attempting to cover up the deed and striking back at him. The blog has since become a major &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gossip" title="Gossip"&gt;gossip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; topic in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippines" title="Philippines"&gt;Philippines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;' capital city &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manila" title="Manila"&gt;Manila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, exposing its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upper_class" title="Upper class"&gt;high-society&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; youths' alleged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_rider_problem" title="Free rider problem"&gt;freeloading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; lifestyle and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drug_addiction" title="Drug addiction"&gt;addiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocaine" title="Cocaine"&gt;cocaine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. It has also tested Philippine and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia" title="Australia"&gt;Australian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; online &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libel" class="mw-redirect" title="Libel"&gt;libel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; laws, and raised questions about the extent of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_speech" title="Freedom of speech"&gt;freedom of speech&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The accusation first appeared on a high-society gossip blog &lt;i&gt;ChikaTime.com&lt;/i&gt; on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_8" title="February 8"&gt;February 8&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008" title="2008"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;, when an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Informant" title="Informant"&gt;informant&lt;/a&gt;, who identified himself as "BG", claimed that his ex has taken US$40,000 that was supposed to be as an investment for a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portuguese_cuisine" title="Portuguese cuisine"&gt;Portuguese&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Restaurant" title="Restaurant"&gt;restaurant&lt;/a&gt;. The informer added that he ended the relationship because he found out that his former lover cheated on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After he was forced to flee the Philippines to Australia, Gorrell (a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Landscaping" title="Landscaping"&gt;landscape designer&lt;/a&gt;) published his blog on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March_4" title="March 4"&gt;March 4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008" title="2008"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;, using &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blogger_%28service%29" title="Blogger (service)"&gt;Blogger.com&lt;/a&gt;. He claimed that he had been sending money to his former boyfriend as a "silent investment" for a restaurant called Bonza in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Makati_City" title="Makati City"&gt;Makati City&lt;/a&gt;. He soon realized that the money was used to pay the ex's own debt and that the restaurant was non-existent. Gorrell then narrated that he confronted the former flame about the money at a hotel room in Makati, which resulted in a public altercation. said he was charged with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assault" title="Assault"&gt;assault&lt;/a&gt; through the help of the ex's friends, but was later dismissed. The blogger then posted entries involving the "Gucci Gang"—consisting of prominent young Manila socialites who are close to Gorrell's former boyfriend including scions of political families and media personalities—accusing them of infidelity, cocaine abuse, cover-up, and crassness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He stated that the blog was put up when he was told by Philippine &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lawyer" title="Lawyer"&gt;lawyers&lt;/a&gt; that the soonest Gorrell could recover the money, totaling to US$70,000, is three years. The blogger also wrote that it also aimed to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shame" title="Shame"&gt;shame&lt;/a&gt; his former lover (as well as the Gucci Gang) into paying him back, and would erase the blog from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internet" title="Internet"&gt;Internet&lt;/a&gt; once the debt is paid. Gorrell said he plans to use the money as treatment for his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HIV" title="HIV"&gt;HIV&lt;/a&gt;. As of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March_14" title="March 14"&gt;March 14&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008" title="2008"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;, the blog has received 270,000 visits, amounting to 36,600 visits a day and each lasting an average of 52 minutes. Gorrell wrote that he has received over 3,000 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E-mail" title="E-mail"&gt;e-mails&lt;/a&gt; since the blog opened, apart from hundreds of comments.&lt;/p&gt;For more details, you can check out  Brian Gorrell's ACTUAL Blog.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.delfindjmontano.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Wikipedia.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, about the scam thing, I loathe DJ Montano though he is a Filipino because what he has done is like &lt;u&gt;stealing&lt;/u&gt;. I'm not even sure if I have the right to comment about this issue because I do not have anything to do with this aside from being a Filipino. Sheesh. I hope that the Aussie's money will be back and that WORLD PEACE might happen. LOL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funny but true. &lt;/span&gt;So yeah, thanks DJ for barfing on Philippines' name again. But I do forgive you dudiee. We're still in the same country so just mend what was broken and so be it. WORLD PEACE MEN! haha. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-3955493518363324929?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3955493518363324929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=3955493518363324929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3955493518363324929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3955493518363324929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/gucci-gang-scandal.html' title='&quot;Gucci Gang&quot; Scandal'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-6335767281963634674</id><published>2008-04-03T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:45:29.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_j-CE6RqeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jGClZ4knu94/s1600-h/CIMG0075a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_j-CE6RqeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jGClZ4knu94/s200/CIMG0075a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186174282548488674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went  out of the hospital yesterday. I was hecka hospitalized due to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pediatric Community Acquired Pneumonia"&lt;/span&gt; and it's fooken unbelievable. HAHA! Undeniably, well, I still have my attending PEDIATRICIAN because I'm only 16 and heck, I ain't old yet! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in a state of coughing-really-hard and it knocks me out really big time.  Gotta have my jogging postponed for tomorrow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ahuh! I'm workin on my figure)&lt;/span&gt; because I'll be looking after my little brothers since Martin will have his Tae Kwon Do class and my parents will be gone to Bohol til the 7th. Sheesh. I'll be sleeping with my little brothers too! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahas, they'll be living their lives as hell again for days!&lt;/span&gt; Crazy me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates? K, I'm crushless. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh fooooken yeah. &lt;/span&gt;Nobody's making me tumble and stumble and fumble! Owmifreakingee. I want my life to be spicy for some time. Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-6335767281963634674?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6335767281963634674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=6335767281963634674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6335767281963634674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6335767281963634674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates.html' title='Updates?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_j-CE6RqeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jGClZ4knu94/s72-c/CIMG0075a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-5515260607073398820</id><published>2008-03-29T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:50:53.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation, 2007-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jvZE6RqdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iJdnS-zUwM8/s1600-h/CIMG0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jvZE6RqdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iJdnS-zUwM8/s320/CIMG0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186158185011063250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Graduations can be bittersweet,&lt;br /&gt;  Reminding us of all that's come and gone:&lt;br /&gt;  All our battles, whether lost or won,&lt;br /&gt;  Days of bliss, and days we would delete.&lt;br /&gt;  Underneath our pride there is the sense,&lt;br /&gt;  Almost like a wound, of something past,&lt;br /&gt;  The beauty of a time that cannot last,&lt;br /&gt;  In which we shared the joys of innocence.&lt;br /&gt;  Open vistas lie before our eyes;&lt;br /&gt;  Now is the time for hopes and for goodbyes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you classmates :) Congratulations to SSTC 2004-2008! I will surely miss each and every day we have shared together. No words can ever describe the feeling I have as I write this blog. I wanted to cry but that would be OA. I wanted to guffaw, but I'd be crazy when seen by my family memb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ers. All I'm doing at the moment is smiling, as I reminisce how each of you touched my life. Thank you very much for the kind of life you have let me known! Goodluck to each and everyone's journey. May God Bless us all. :)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-5515260607073398820?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5515260607073398820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=5515260607073398820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5515260607073398820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5515260607073398820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/graduation-2007-2008.html' title='Graduation, 2007-2008'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jvZE6RqdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iJdnS-zUwM8/s72-c/CIMG0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-4227766419710763026</id><published>2008-03-11T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:25:11.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's talk about COURSES</title><content type='html'>oh yeah oh yeah, i passed the UPCAT (but not with the quota. boo) and the USTET but i still dunno where to go to. :'( But at least, i can visualize things out now, right after krissy and jason talked to me. here it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: up or ust?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ikaw decide&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: diin imu heart?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: iunno.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: muna gne ky super wla gd ko bla ya kris kabalo&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hayy&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: nu imu course sa up?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ambut gne ah. ambishusa eh, bs bio, chem eng kg marketing.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: pugi&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: wai ko balu kung kapasar pko sa quota&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ano hala simu sa letter sang UP?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: amu man japun, masulat ko liwat sang course na ara sa ila&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: tapos ievaluate ko liwat kung kapasar ko sa quota&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: tsk&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: kagamo ah&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hmm&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: nanu man na&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hay where mo gusto?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ikaw lang ya&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: kay imu na future&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: wai pko narecognize sang skul na pasar ko kay diretso ya sa balay ang letter kg napost na ya sa skul ang upcat passers&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: bay e da ang banner&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: lawsi&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: wala man to gani akon ngalan&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ambisyusa&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hhahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: joke&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: pero&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: if diin mo gusto&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: didto ka&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: pro kumbaga muna nalang gne, la pa nabutang. hay ah&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: dn gd ko ya bay?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: mapray nlng ko&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: yeah&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: pray nalang gid mitch&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ngau ko signs til sunday&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: sa Iya gid na ya tanan na clue&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: look for signs&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: if wala signs&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: main key for happiness&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: muna pgid kris ang prob ky wla ko kabalo kung ano akun gus2. du langlang ko ya.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: gagi ni hu&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ano feel mo ya&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: diin ka bala gina attract sang force&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: trust your instinct&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: wala gd ya bala. wai ko ya passion for something&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: in one way or another&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: mera gid na ya ginahambal instinct mo&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: gagi&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: writing?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: dancing?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: nursing?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: med?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahay&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ambut kris ah. du lang2 gd ko ya. cant imagine myself kung ano gd ya akun gus2. hehe&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: design?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: mitch&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: interior designing&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: mitcch&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: bagay bagay ka gid to ya&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: wala ka passion?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahahaa buang ka&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ano sa tingin mo?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: tuod ya&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: confront yourself&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: naaattract ka sa amo to nga side?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: wala kay pagana2 malang bi ang designing pra sa akon&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: haha&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hay miskan na&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: teh&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: sortaa&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: pru i cant see myself kris&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: no&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: dont see the outcome just yet&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ano gid hilig mo dabi?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain:&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: yuck!&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ok lng ko? malawyer ko&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: gaga&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hay anu gid ya haw?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: pwede ka man sa tourism kay may command ka sa language&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: lol&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: prob ko bla kris ky si papa gus2 nya ko magchoose pero gnahmbl nya tni up lang ko&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: pro siguro tourism gd ya akon gus2. or bs bio. hay. ma'bs bio nalang ko bay sa up?  gaaad!&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: kung ma bs bio ka&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: maanu ka dayun&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: doc?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: medicine&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: dont think of your friends&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hehe. pressured na maging doctor.&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: come to think of your want&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: your need&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: mitch, upod ka nalang samun kuha exam sa san-ag for medtech&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: its way better than taking up bs bio&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: for a prep med course&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: muna pgid hmbl ko kay papa "pa, ndi ko kaya ang UP style. ndi ko kaya ila teaching technique"&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hmbl nya "kaya gne sang sof ikaw pa nga sstc ka gne"&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hay. wala med tech sa upv ya noh?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hehe&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: kung pol sci kris ano possible jobs?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: or ano na da na field?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: pol sci&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: proceed ka law&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: or&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hmm&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: kung ma pol sci ka bala mitch&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: pwede ka man japun ka stewardess&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: kasi gina train ka man nila sina&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: as long as may comman ka lang sa english&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: like sang kilala ni mommy&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: broad comm iya bata&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: pero nag stewardess sya after&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: kasi gin train man sya&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: nag apply lang sya&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: nagkuha lang sya exam&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: and then boom&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: waw&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: anu na da ang subjects kris?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: subjects sa where mitch?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: sa pol sci haha no idea gd ko ya&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: amo man&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ambut&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: basi&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: political principles&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: history? ahahah&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: aww&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: lol&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: dala na na nu&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: phil gov&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain:&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: du magaga ko dan sa history&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ok lang rizal ndi lang ya history&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: gaad!&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: yahahaa&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: yoks&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: mani mani mo lang na&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: kaw pa&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: daw el fili malang na basi&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahahahahahaha. daw magaga ko kris ah.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: med tech ka or nursing? ikaw bi?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: du gusto ko mag med tech gani&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: kay pwede ko kaproceed sa med right away&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: then pwede man ko ka gwa&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: mas nami gdman kuno na preparatory&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: nanu&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hay kung medtech&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: pure lab&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ang nursing&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: more on health care lang guro&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: la lang ko balu&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: kung medtech?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: daw puro lab gne kris kg analysis&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hmm&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: at least&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: exposed na&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: research heared&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: pru feeling ko mas nami nursing? kay ambut ah. pra lang sakun ya. ky mas wide iya coverage&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: research geared&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hehe&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ambut man gani kun nanu ah&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: hay?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: manu ka?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ambut ah. gaseek ko advice cmu eh. kag kay jason&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: lol&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: teh ano hambal ni kason?&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: jason*&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: gasuggest sa&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: haha&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: anu kuno?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: kung gus2 ko computer related, take up lang ko com sci sa upv tas shift sa up manila software engineering&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: yeah&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: pwede man&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: ok ka man sa comp diba&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: try it&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: cgecge&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: isulat ko nlng&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: tnan na pwede sa up&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: sige&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: good choice na man na&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: mitch&lt;br /&gt;krissy tillain: brb danay&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: kk kris thank you :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=======&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: jas ano gne course ni kc sa la salle?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: sofware technology..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ok ok. thanks  btw jas, my pulos kung ma'comp sci sa up?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: kung gus2 mo mag.ubra sa mga computer companies..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahay gling du wla man na d future sa roxas. tssskk.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: kung muna imu course dapat magwa ka sa country...&lt;br /&gt;Jason : man haw??&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ah. kay gnapadecide nko ni papa sa sunday.  ndi gd ko ya gus2 magregret. mas prefer nya bi up. ahay.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: kung maust ka haw??&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: te basi higya2 malang na akun course. tourism? daw wla gle pulos. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Jason : hai imu pharma??&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: muni jas ho, kung mapharma ko, april 4 my interview pko. te basi ndi pko ya kapasar.  confirmation sang enrollment sa up april 4 mn by. te enrollment sa tourism april 3. te galasa nko!&lt;br /&gt;Jason : nu gd ya imu hilig nga course?? nu na field of studies..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ang gus2 ko computer-related or tourism. pero ang gus2 nila medicine. te duh! bundol ko sa sciences.  basi ndi ko makaya ang ways sang up kag malagbung lng ko, kanugon akon edad.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: nu ang na mga course ang pwede mo sa up??&lt;br /&gt;Jason: kung computer..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: com sci lng gd ya jas&lt;br /&gt;Jason: kung gus2 mo gd computer.. kwaun mo ang comp sci.. shift ka lng software engineering or further studies ka lng sng mga programs sa computer..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: te dn ko daun mashift? la gd ko ya idea ya. hay&lt;br /&gt;Jason: sa up man.. may software engineering na cla..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: diliman?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: wla sa upv??&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: wala sa upv&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: as in com sci lng ya&lt;br /&gt;Jason: kung dn na campus ang may ara.. sa up manila guro na..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: kung ndi tpsun mo ang com sci.. 2on ka lng dasun mga flash, maya, etc..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: try ko kung kapasar akon grades sa manila eh&lt;br /&gt;Jason: nu ang possible career sa tourism?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: *careers..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hmm&lt;br /&gt;Jason: sa mga travel agency??&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: office, flight stewardess, sa mga travel agency&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: uu&lt;br /&gt;Jason: nu ang results cmu ncae??&lt;br /&gt;Jason: social??&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ndi&lt;br /&gt;Jason: wat??&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: 74 akon entrepreneural pru 1st ang enterprise&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: bongga ya&lt;br /&gt;Jason: nu ang enterprise?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: business??&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: uu&lt;br /&gt;Jason: kung muna para sa akun.. ang tourism na lng kwaa.. start ka dasun cmu ang own na travel agency.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ambishosa man ko na dason&lt;br /&gt;Jason: damu ta ngadaan sng classmate na manursing..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: damu ka na clients..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: sige2, try ko com sci, kg management sa up&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: naks&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: muna nalang anay akon isulat&lt;br /&gt;Jason: nanu 2 ma ilog ka sa akun..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: tas mangayo lng ko signs kung ano gd ya&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: oh? muna imu sa up haw?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: com sci ko sa up..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: pero akun kwaun sa ateneo.. managment information system..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: hai IT na kag management..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: waw&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: te dn ka dasun mawork cna jas?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahahah&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ndi mn ya, either malang da ya dasun akon kwaon. ndi man pwede 2.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: pwede ko maging software analyst... or sa microsoft ko ma work.. pero gus2 ko maprocede law..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: haha.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: microsoft ka nlng eh&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: btw&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: mas mayaman na bla yanda kesa kay bill gates iya opponent cia business&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: di ko lng gling bl'an kung ano iya company kg kung cnu xa&lt;br /&gt;Jason: hai kung malaw ko.. bsi pwede ko maging corporate lawyer sng microsoft&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: naks!&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: tapos licensed na daun amon windows cna eh&lt;br /&gt;Jason: haha.. gus2 ko lagsun c buffet..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: cnu ina sa? lol&lt;br /&gt;Jason: haha..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: joke&lt;br /&gt;Jason: world's richest man..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: gus2 ko mag'ubra skun sarili na site tapos gus2 ko ilugon ang sa facebook&lt;br /&gt;Jason: gus2 mo mag.ilog sa google..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: 3rd xa sa richest noh? youngest self-made billionaire&lt;br /&gt;Jason: c bill gates ang 3rd..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: aw ah&lt;br /&gt;Jason: basta ara na cla sa top 15..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: yup youngest..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: te ok nana&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: basta billion lang gapungko ka lang sa tubang computer&lt;br /&gt;Jason: amun gni planu ni erron.. maubra kmi computer cafe chain..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: till such time nga kmi na ang gaubra software..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: c kc ang maubra..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: haha../&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: kami ya ni christine coffee* shop  bongga ya. daugon nmun starbucks ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Jason: microsoft amun kag mac..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: haha..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: tani magtuod noh?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: lol.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: pasikaton tman ang pilipinas&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: aw nanu&lt;br /&gt;Jason: mamigrate ko ya..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: haha..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: joke..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: d ko mag.ilog sa mga nagnursing..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: wai man ko ya plan mag'gwa&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: gus2 ko kawanggawa dri sa pinas LOL&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: basta makatour lng ko around the world, ok nana&lt;br /&gt;Jason: pareho ta..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: haha..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: mitch tourism ka na lng..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: si xen akon updon sa europe&lt;br /&gt;Jason: matun ako pres sng phil.. DOT sec ka nakun.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY:&lt;br /&gt;Jason: c steff ang deped.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: kung mapatay si ace durano ok ok nana&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: xa gdman sec sa dot noh? lol&lt;br /&gt;Jason: c aivan ang DTI..&lt;br /&gt;Jason Anthony Bisnar: d ko bal.an..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: poultry si ayban ya&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: joke&lt;br /&gt;Jason: hai gus2 nya kuno economics..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ah uu gle&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: lol&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: si paul ma'pathologist.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: tskk&lt;br /&gt;Jason: batuan ko c tirol..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: seaman ka nlng jas. du wla gd na ya may gadream stun na maging seaman&lt;br /&gt;Jason: haha..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: c paul dapat..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: kay c daddy nya seaman..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: mitch perdihun ko c tirol&lt;br /&gt;Jason: akun title.. atty engr ph.d&lt;br /&gt;Jason: haha..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: si threxcy gne gus2 nya magmadre pra kuno may title xa&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: tapos magalin iya ngalang ndi na threxcy&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: sister ____ na.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: d ka gus2 sng course na may board or bar??&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: la gne ko idea kung aun ang my board na courses jas&lt;br /&gt;Jason: mga engineering, nursing, med..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: pharma..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: medtech..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: gus2 ko ya may ara..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: para may streamer man ko..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: haha.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: pru kung kis'a jas kung ano abi mo maging job mo dahil cmu course daw ndi man gd muna. ky dba pajackpot2 malang na? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: naks&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: sa hercor ka nlng&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: tarpau ya jas!&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ndi cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: huo gd..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: basta ah.. maMIS ko... sa manila ka na lng..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: uu na gne jas no question ka ya.  mski dn ka malang ihaboy. lol&lt;br /&gt;Jason: d bla.. d ko bla pwede sa fil..&lt;br /&gt;Jason: mitch una ko..&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: haha&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ndi man practical ang filipino   ano teacher? LOL&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: okok&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: thank you thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so? management/computer science/chemical engineering in UP or tourism/pharma in UST? whattdya think? LOL. thank you krissy and jason! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-4227766419710763026?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4227766419710763026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=4227766419710763026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4227766419710763026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4227766419710763026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-talk-about-courses.html' title='let&apos;s talk about COURSES'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-830185840285737109</id><published>2008-03-09T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:23:42.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate somebody</title><content type='html'>Well iunno who's got an access to this blog, but since i'm sure there is, i'm not gonna name her here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my title states, i do hate somebody. Grr. She's getting on my nerves and i'm so not comfortable talking to her. Really! I thought being with her for years made us know each other - thoroughly. But she's a phony. A false-talker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fidelity knocks. Gossh. Wasn't she thinking? She'd go backstab that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid bitch&lt;/span&gt; in front of me and in return, backstab me on the face of that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid bitch.&lt;/span&gt; FCUK! I hate her to death. I shouldn't have trusted her. I shouldn't have given her the chance to befriend me!  AAaaahhhhh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-830185840285737109?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/830185840285737109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=830185840285737109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/830185840285737109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/830185840285737109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-somebody.html' title='i hate somebody'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-2341157544397090342</id><published>2008-03-01T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:58:29.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R8lTslFtphI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WF0-MUcxRAg/s1600-h/CIMG9476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172757672347149842" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R8lTslFtphI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WF0-MUcxRAg/s320/CIMG9476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;On my own asylum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frikkin psychopath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-2341157544397090342?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2341157544397090342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=2341157544397090342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/2341157544397090342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/2341157544397090342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/03/sanctuary.html' title='Sanctuary'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R8lTslFtphI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WF0-MUcxRAg/s72-c/CIMG9476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-8666406722043462244</id><published>2008-02-29T21:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:27:45.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These past few days were really depressing. Procrastination really sucks, and I can feel its bad aftermath. Well, it started off last week, friday, when i didn't go to school. Okay, I suck. I didn't want to go to school because I haven't finished my activity in Chemistry and I was totally carefree since this would be the last chapter of my fourth year life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there, I wasn't able to pass the activity, and I  haven't done my El Filibusterismo thaanngg (that made me absent once again last wednesday but lucky enough we just had a review). What I did? I just slept the whole weekend (including friday and monday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28 February 2008 - badly needs a dose of sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was really frustrating because I had to rush to Paperworks and get my output (the El fili) hardbound, and it's relieving since the binding only lasted for an hour. So there, I thought the whole afternoon was great and I decided to walk home. My phone rang. KC called. Turned out? I went back to school riding a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The meeting was cool, not after Ms. Calixterio told us that all our failing grades shall be changed to passing ones except for somebody's. I really felt bad because that somebody was my friend and I certainly know she needs a dose of sunshine on her cloudy day. What I did? I doodled on her hand some wacky drawings and some nonsense things. I think I made her smile even just a bit. Well, I just hope God will work again and save her from the hole she's in at the moment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29 February 2008 - thanks to the sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, our section took the TIMSS (This Is Math Shit Shit) lol. No, kidding. Well, again, today, we took the TIMSS (Trends in International Mathematics and Science Survey). 10 countries worldwide took  the exam, and lucky and unlucky us (our section) because we were the only ones who took the TIMSS in Capiz, being the only curriculum with Advanced Mathematics. So there, it really feels good to think that we were the lucky few to represent Philippines in the survey Boston University took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the actual shot of my label at the envelope with the test booklets inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R8gQalFtpgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/p1VtBmL-WKk/s1600-h/meeshy02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R8gQalFtpgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/p1VtBmL-WKk/s320/meeshy02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172402220853732866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The examination/survey lasted 3 hours, and it's slightly hard.  Calculus plus trigonometry plus algebra plus everything, WHEW! I didn't expect I finished the exam. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that somebody is already fine. I don't even know how she managed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the El Fili thing, it was already passed yesterday. About the activity? It was also passed today. LOL. I so love Ma'am Daria. I didn't expect she'd accept my activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love God. He's been working miraculously..ALWAYS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: All this time, from the introduction to the last statement I've written, CHRISTINE M. DOLOR was with me, and I possessed everything where in fact we both did those things. (Like walking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with her&lt;/span&gt;, procrastinating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with her&lt;/span&gt;, being absent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with her&lt;/span&gt;, and all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with her&lt;/span&gt;.) So yeah, I wasn't alone the whole time. :) I so love you teeny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-8666406722043462244?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8666406722043462244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=8666406722043462244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8666406722043462244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8666406722043462244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/relief.html' title='Relief.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R8gQalFtpgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/p1VtBmL-WKk/s72-c/meeshy02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-4017727988004844150</id><published>2008-02-25T13:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:45:00.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have never been a political-minded lass since then. I really hate politics. It actually annoys me. I don't know, but I get nauseated with people, because as I rate it, they're getting one-sided and that they get so unreasonable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, is it them or is it just me who doesn't understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get things straight. I don't hate Gloria Macapagal Arroyo, nor Jun Lozada, nor Benjamin Abalos, nor Romulo Neri (well, except for the former President Joseph Ejercito Estrada. LOL). All I'm wanting to say is, respect begets respect. Who wants to be called a bitch in the national television, ladies and gentlemen? Or a cheater? How about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bastos&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people are getting reaaally JUDGMENTAL out here, and it's bad since the fight is getting uneducated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following is a "special prayer" for our president. For heaven's sake, when will this stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;Special Prayer for Gloria Macapagal Arroyo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aba naman GLORIA, puno ka na ng GRASYA! Ang YAMAN ng BANSA ay SUMAIYO na. Sa HUSAY ni GARCI naging pekeng PANGULO ka! Bukod kang MANDARAYA sa babaeng lahat. Pinagpala ring MANGURAKOT, ASAWA mo't ANAK, kaya't wala nang natira sa AMEN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipasa sa lahat ng Filipino.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? How about those who care for our President? Wouldn't they get hurt with this some kind of petition? How sad it is that even the most sacred things are being dragged by Politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, who wouldn't want to be aware of it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-4017727988004844150?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4017727988004844150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=4017727988004844150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4017727988004844150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4017727988004844150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/politics.html' title='Politics.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-6596438548014506822</id><published>2008-02-23T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:07:18.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooden Stroller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in the hammock around 4 pm, and my head was hecka aching. So i stood up, went to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiangge&lt;/span&gt; and bought 1 nagaraya (the green one), 1 voice (choco combo), and 1 sparkle. I and Tita Nene (the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiangge &lt;/span&gt;owner) had this very long talk and it was fun since i didn't realize that my trash opinions are still valuable for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love life, education, politics, and my sweet smile. LOL. These were the things we talked about. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pre-marital sex, what is this? Medicine or Tourism? Are you with Lozada or not? You know what, che? You've got the sweetest smile that's why I like talking to you. &lt;/span&gt;Well honestly, I had this difficulty in answering the third one because I'm not that aware about politics and I told her I'm not sure what to tell because if i'll do, i'll be one of those trashy-talking people overblowing things even though they aren't aware that they are being one-sided. I don't know about them why they kept on talking sh*t instead of like uniting and doing things that might be good for our economy and country, right? Augh, I don't wanna talk more because I don't want to be bombed by the mass. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The turning point of the story is that, in the ending of the talk, i saw this mother-daughters act, where the mother was pushing the wooden stroller and I was surprised when she smiled at me. She went nearer and nearer, without even fading the same smile. I even asked Tita Nene who that was, but she didn't answer because we migh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fascinating woman told us that she was once our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plantsadora&lt;/span&gt;, which was  like last Christmas. I honestly didn't remember her, but she insisted she worked here because she even remembered our helper that time. She was actually going to our home, to remind my pup about their request to be wired for their electricity something because they're only using the lamp which is bad for their children's health. After some explaining, she told us that the older girl in the stroller was Faith, and that she has this Cerebral Palsy. I was struck because I didn't realize that even in our subdivision, there's this home without electricity, and worse, had a daughter with this frightening disorder. Lots of thoughts flashed before me  as i said to me self that I'm really lucky to belong in the middle class of the society, without even a little abnormality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I asked Tita Nene 2 of my favorite biscuit which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice combo sandwich&lt;/span&gt; and I handed it to the two girls. The little girl was Hope, and their elder sisters were Grace and Love, who weren't present that time.  How, by the name of God, these unfortunate things happen to this family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the mother and her daughters left, I confessed to Tita Nene that I felt really bad for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know, and I certainly know, there is something I can do for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R8CwEv9xDAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9kH-RmxtaxQ/s1600-h/meeshy01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 169px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R8CwEv9xDAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9kH-RmxtaxQ/s320/meeshy01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170325967862828034" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R8CwSv9xDBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GOZvYrd5W48/s1600-h/meeshy01%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 168px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R8CwSv9xDBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GOZvYrd5W48/s320/meeshy01%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170326208380996626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faith in her wooden stroller, busy looking at the Voice combo sandwich i handed to her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-6596438548014506822?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6596438548014506822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=6596438548014506822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6596438548014506822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6596438548014506822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-in-hammock-around-4-pm-and-my.html' title='Wooden Stroller'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R8CwEv9xDAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9kH-RmxtaxQ/s72-c/meeshy01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-6378253302051126253</id><published>2008-02-13T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:09:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eyeball"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yeah. I'm flying to Manila this Friday, and I've got to see lots of people in person! Two of those are Patch and Cor. I so love these people. I do hope we'll be really seeing each other. Fate will work for us i think.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smirk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'll be going to Manila is because of my upcoming interview at the University of Sto. Tomas that I made mention last time. Oh gosh, I'm hecka excited! Who wants to have a grand eyeball, eh? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-6378253302051126253?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6378253302051126253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=6378253302051126253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6378253302051126253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6378253302051126253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/eyeball.html' title='&quot;Eyeball&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-4927022732573007264</id><published>2008-02-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:25:06.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Miss Tisay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was hecka funny because I didn't know I was really qualified as in qualified to post layouts on Nautical-twilight.com before and I was dumbstruck when Miss Kathleen (Miss Tisay) told me that I was deleted due to some violations where in fact I didn't even know I've violated such rules. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was a loooonnggg sentence, eh? Laughs.&lt;/span&gt; Anypoo, here's a glimpse of what we've talked in Yahoo Messenger. Well, be jealous, be very jealous. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evil laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: heya&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hi miss t. :)&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: u have applied before am i right?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: the ever trying hard one, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: lol&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: u know why you were deleted off the site right?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: nope&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: i wasnt even declared as the author&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: haha&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: oh u dont?&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: yes u were&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: nopiee&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: u had layouts on your drafts&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: cuz you told me that you're gonna accept layouts that are only crossovers&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: but failed to follow the rules on how to properly submit the layouts&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: what?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: so i was really an author?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: cuz ive been checking your site and i cant see my name :(&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: cuz u didnt add the codes in a txt file&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: i didnt even know i was deleted already&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: and u just pasted them on the write tab&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: lol&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: but anyway&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: :p&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: im giving you another shot&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: ;))&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: i see. hahaha! i really thought i wasnt qualified&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: lol&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: oohh&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: thanks miss t!&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hihi&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: how long wil you be online?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: im not pretty sure, after 3 hours maybe? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: okay&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: cuz im at the library right now&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: and ill be home in about....3 hours&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: :))&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: ahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: cool&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: il just wait if i can :p&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: cuz it'll be 12midnight after 3 hours here&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: if not just offline me the info i'll need for later&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: btw, the site seems it has an error?&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: like id&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: email&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: yea cuz the traffic&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: there are too many ppl accessing the site at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Tisay : and the server couldnt handle the traffic&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: i see.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: :p&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: i'll just try it up later maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: :p&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: i would do it now&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: but i dont remember my password for nt&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: its 35 characters long&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: and very randon&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: like 38u2hewhe8u2&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: i have it on a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: at home&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: i can open the site now. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: random*&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: and it takes alot of refreshing to open. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: yep&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: its annoying isnt it&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: nahh, people shouldnt see it to be annoying because it's worth waiting&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: haha&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: well it annoys the heck outta me&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: :))&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: :))&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: btw, is it okay if i have my urls on my layouts? well.. it kinda seems i really am bossy. hahaha. what do you think miss t? should i delete it? hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: what urls?&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: my personal url on my layouts. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: like it has www.friendster.com/meeyatch02 in each lay.&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: yea sure thing&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: should i delete it? hehe&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: nope&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: do what u gotta do&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: wow. i didnt expect you to tell me that. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Tisay: :p&lt;br /&gt;MITCHAY: :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-4927022732573007264?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4927022732573007264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=4927022732573007264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4927022732573007264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4927022732573007264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-miss-tisay.html' title='With Miss Tisay'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-7712485312043597464</id><published>2008-02-11T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:20:44.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really am not sure about what I'm feeling at the moment. You see, the thought of being sad popped into my head plus this song playing at the moment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for all of my life by mymp) &lt;/span&gt;added up to this gloom-filled ambiance I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a laid-back since then. Today was another wasted day because I haven't done anything that's worth remembering. I wanted to cry at the moment because of this feeling I can't explain. With these random thoughts I'm having, to these sentimental songs playing - I wanted to end up sleeping in my bed, sleeping until I won't be able to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sore loser. I procrastinate things. I get mad easily. I cry easily. I even get envious of people where in fact I, personally, don't want to be. I'm stuck in a body that I don't own. It doesn't seem to coordinate with what I truly wanted to do. I'm helpless, and that simply hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimidation kills me. Insecurities suffocate me. I'm a good girl, I know. Yet I tend to hurt other people's sentiments because I can't help but be bitter at times. I just  can't help it. I really wanted to bury this rough personality I have since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually? I don't even know my point. I just wanted to write. To write about things that I don't know. To write about my so-called facts. To let you wonder if I'm still sane. To make you conclude that I am okay if I'm happy and not if I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, just maybe, I might feel good if I just sleep this off. Besides, been sleeping late this week. Have to get a dose of a goodnight sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-7712485312043597464?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7712485312043597464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=7712485312043597464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7712485312043597464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7712485312043597464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sad.html' title='I&apos;m sad.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-1202846357665008211</id><published>2008-02-11T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:58:17.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is so Gago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R6-rpf9xC_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/lxmTuFiD3qE/s1600-h/gago..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R6-rpf9xC_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/lxmTuFiD3qE/s320/gago..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165536027060800498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambisyoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-1202846357665008211?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1202846357665008211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=1202846357665008211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1202846357665008211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1202846357665008211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-is-so-gago.html' title='He is so Gago.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R6-rpf9xC_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/lxmTuFiD3qE/s72-c/gago..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-3287243933281153376</id><published>2008-02-10T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:49:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity on Friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="entry-content"&gt;   &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I believe most of us have at least one social networking site - be it Friendster, MySpace, Hi5, and etc. I had signed up with more than one but I only stick to Friendster because of its clean layout (as opposed to MySpace) &amp;amp; user-friendliness. But since Friendster has enabled customization, I think more &amp;amp; more users are abusing the freedom of HTML or custom CSS or whatever programming language Friendster allows. I just want to list down some of the most irritating things people do on Friendster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Singing' testimonials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everytime I click on somebody's page which sounds like a circus, I'd get a slight heart attack &amp;amp; I'd immediately mute my pc. A cacophony of noisy, high-pitched, 'singing' testimonials is torturous to the ears my dears. I wonder who the heck started all these noisy testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Glitter Girl testimonials&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm sure you guys have seen these 'glittering' sometimes scantily-clad girls that I'm referring to. I don't know what exactly they're called, they came from MySpace codes or wherever (I dont even give a damn anyway) and to me, they're just..euhh..a lil bit childish. Yet, some grown ups (or ppl around my age) still use these glitter girls in giving other people a testimonial. Gosh, what are you? A 13 year old brat? Oops, I forgot some adults are young at heart. I am too, I still listen to Disney songs. But using glitter girls? Sorry. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Mysterious', Hideous profiles&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of the genuine purposes of Friendster is to set up a profile about you &amp;amp; connect with your friends. But, if you don't want your profile to be read even by your OWN friends by making your background overdominating the text, or making the text the same colour as your background, don't bother setting up one in the first place or better, just delete your account. Anyway, if you have not figured it out yet, we can STILL read your profile by selecting all. Yeah, you can run, you can hide, but you blew up your cover. Duh.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Narcissism&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is a bit harsh, but if all of your 50 photos contain nobody else other than YOU, &lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; only &lt;span style="font-size: 1.4em;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; in 50 different positions, poses or angles, (with the same shirt, i guess) I think you should go and see a psychologist. You might have an undiagnosed self-obsession-narcissismitis. By the way, if you have no idea about what narcissism is, go and look it up in the dictionary, it's better to learn a word a day than taking a picture of yourself from every angle every 10 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girls kissing girls pictures&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Uh-uh not cool. Tell me is it normal these days for a girl to be kissed (read:mouth-to-mouth kiss or a kiss on the lips) by her mates? I've never done that, euhhh. I do treasure my girlfriends but kissing them? ughh. I'm not a budding lesbo. Better save my saliva for a scrumptious salad. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;tOgGlE cAsE CRAZE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't know about you guys, but for me, i find this one weird. I honestly used to type like this, but then, i realized that I look like a noob. Euhh, it actually gives me headache everytime i try reading stuff with this type of case. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Keyboard Hardcores!!!!!!!!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay, face it. Label this to those who are abusive when it comes to punctuations. "Hi,,,,,,,,, how are you????!!!!!!!.........." LOL. I'm not pretty sure if you get nauseated or not if i like tell you this, but please, don't you wanna conserve space? For a 15-character sentence, will you like waste 28 or more characters?! haha, am i being rude for you? Well, that's what it is for me. Obviously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forever and Ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, another annoying stuff right here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been actually hating this one&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, have you ever tried opening someone's profile but takes forever to load?! Gaaad. I've been a victim of this (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, blame it to the layout authors&lt;/span&gt;) and I don't tell you guys that my internet connection is a slug, because it's hecka not, only that I HATE TO WAIT for your profile because it's getting useless if you're trying to beautify your account YET nothing is written interesting about you. Are you with me or what? I mean do you understand my point? Your takes-forever-to-load profile is useless because it's empty (no written information about yourself). I am a layout designer (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'm proud to be one&lt;/span&gt;) but I don't make my profiles MESSY, OVER-DOMINATING, and TAKES FOREVER TO LOAD. How I get 'pikon' sometimes when I'll be waiting for your profile yet I know I won't get to know you better. Ohh, people are getting obscene with the freedom of HTML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More stuff will be added on the list when I come across more of the weird &amp;amp; annoying stuff that people do on Friendster. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-3287243933281153376?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3287243933281153376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=3287243933281153376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3287243933281153376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3287243933281153376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupidity-on-friendster.html' title='Stupidity on Friendster'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-2659381455821309885</id><published>2008-02-10T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:51:41.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted?</title><content type='html'>Isn't it obvious that I'm addicted to blogging this day? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As if you were surprised, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laughs again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anypoo, I'm jumping to bed. Too much work for today. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-2659381455821309885?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2659381455821309885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=2659381455821309885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/2659381455821309885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/2659381455821309885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/addicted.html' title='Addicted?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-4267317915137417386</id><published>2008-02-10T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:41:19.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you can see, I'm in the mood to arrange my accounts (friendster, blogspot, and multiply) and even the files on my computer (and I don't even know why). I just found some of these stuff and i think i missed them already. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R6321v9xC4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/82ekRLpG_Ho/s1600-h/Image_72%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R6321v9xC4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/82ekRLpG_Ho/s320/Image_72%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165055750932859778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o. I was like 14 year-young her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o. No digital camera yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o. Using pup's phone (6600).&lt;br /&gt;o. I have to send this picture to pup's mail&lt;br /&gt;just to upload it on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;o. With symptoms of being a camwho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;re patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R6337v9xC5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tsnG1N1Xtqg/s1600-h/Image_53%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R6337v9xC5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tsnG1N1Xtqg/s320/Image_53%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165056953523702674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o. Still 14 i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o. I'm with my aunt who's in Singapore now.&lt;br /&gt;o. Our home wasn't repainted yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R634zP9xC6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/s65LsbixOuA/s1600-h/Imag__21%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R6345f9xC7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/eWVO-X8IRCs/s1600-h/Imag__21%5B1%5D11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R6345f9xC7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/eWVO-X8IRCs/s320/Imag__21%5B1%5D11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165058014380624818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o. Used to write these during the opening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of my sophomore days.&lt;br /&gt;o. I was texting Jed when I was doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R636-v9xC9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/vAS1MekC9aU/s1600-h/Imag__24%5B1%5D1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R636-v9xC9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/vAS1MekC9aU/s320/Imag__24%5B1%5D1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165060303598193618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o. My sister and I don't obviously&lt;br /&gt;know how to project yet.&lt;br /&gt;o. I was wearing our uniform&lt;br /&gt;and I can still  remember&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Caldeo's strict ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-4267317915137417386?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4267317915137417386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=4267317915137417386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4267317915137417386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4267317915137417386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-photos.html' title='Old photos'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R6321v9xC4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/82ekRLpG_Ho/s72-c/Image_72%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-3684412600414999323</id><published>2008-02-10T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:27:02.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLUEYS!</title><content type='html'>In a country with only two seasons, we are really excited about the fact that there are more and more tropical-friendly and fashionable footwear available for us to use. One ingenious footwear every girl should know is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUEYS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63vxf9xC2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/j9iPstj0SbQ/s1600-h/Plueys%2520Catalog_Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63vxf9xC2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/j9iPstj0SbQ/s320/Plueys%2520Catalog_Page_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165047981337021282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we now have fashionable rain boots! Yes, you read it right, rain boots! Th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63v6P9xC3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/y_lnNjp2S6A/s1600-h/tote_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 137px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63v6P9xC3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/y_lnNjp2S6A/s200/tote_lrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165048131660876658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eir name is a clever play of the French word for rain which is 'pluie'. Plueys are made from durable natural rubber, are softly lined for your comfort, and feature sturdy treaded soles. These rain boots has taken the US and UK by storm! Now, it's time for Manila to have a blast of Plueys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested? Why don't you girls go and check out their sites at http:://www.plueys.com and http:://plueysmanila.multiply.com for you'd surely find one that fits your personality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source: I Love Peppermint Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-3684412600414999323?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3684412600414999323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=3684412600414999323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3684412600414999323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3684412600414999323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/plueys.html' title='PLUEYS!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63vxf9xC2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/j9iPstj0SbQ/s72-c/Plueys%2520Catalog_Page_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-7720178941232765414</id><published>2008-02-10T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:14:42.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Fashion forecast</title><content type='html'>Every fashion-savvy girl knows what to look forward to fashion-wise for every season and year. Well, even if you don't really pay that much attention to trends, I would still love to give you a glimpse of what experts believe would be very hot to come in 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50's fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like the outfits worn during the 50's, then 2008 is for you! This year, we would be seeing more and more 50's inspired outfits especially baggy dresses that fall below or just above the knee. Yes, no more form-fitting outfits in '08, baby doll baggy dresses are the fad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63mjf9xCtI/AAAAAAAAADc/pzH324jI1us/s1600-h/twink_babydoll_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63mjf9xCtI/AAAAAAAAADc/pzH324jI1us/s200/twink_babydoll_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165037845214202578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63m0f9xCvI/AAAAAAAAADs/B9XAfoHlrr0/s1600-h/babydollSui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63m0f9xCvI/AAAAAAAAADs/B9XAfoHlrr0/s200/babydollSui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165038137271978738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would also be seeing more and more corsage-inspired dresses (note the shape of the tube top) which was already seen in early 2007 in Hollywood on stars like Nicole Richie pre-pregnancy of course. Also, note that the colors are more toned down this year as emphasis on the classic look is being made with plays on black, white, gray, and yellow hues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63nk_9xCwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YrlNIdJu-MM/s1600-h/luelladress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63nk_9xCwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YrlNIdJu-MM/s200/luelladress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165038970495634178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trousers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63prv9xCyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6gzh5Nfd4Fg/s1600-h/p11196504_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hollywood would be seen donning more and more of these in 2008. However, Manila fashion would still be limited to its less "vintage" sister, the trouser shorts and capri pants. Start loading up on these short garments as anything showing a little bit of leg is the in thing this season (hence, the dresses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leggings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep your legging away just yet as we would still be seeing a lot of them come in 2008. The trend however is to wear long leggings that cover the entire leg or colored or fishnet stockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flats would still reign supreme in '08 with more and more designs leaning towards the classics (black, with gold buckles/ribbons). The classic black flat is the must-have shoe for this season as the other pieces of clothing would look perfect with this type of shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read it right. Boots. they are another of this year's in items as more and more celebs are wearing their winter boots this summer. Try limiting yourself to ankle boots though as not to look silly in the Manila heat. Also remember that it's all about not over-doing it. Going for flat boots with heels don't really spell e-v-e-r-y-d-a-y wear if I say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63rCP9xC0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/tS2LJAjEs6c/s1600-h/cupcake_bracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 136px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63rCP9xC0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/tS2LJAjEs6c/s200/cupcake_bracelet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165042771541691202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ethno-inspired thingamobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would be seeing more ethno-designed thingies this year ranging from clay bracelets to geometric necklaces and huge glass rings. Polymer clay products are very in this year so if you can get your hands on cheap clay bracelets this holiday season, do so as they will be very big come in 2998 and we all know how expensive these little pieces are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything with animals is in this season. May it be a shirt with a cat design, or a piece of jewelry with a chicken or something would be cool this season. We would be seeing more prints in animal designs plus more "jungle" inspired objects. Cat silhouettes would be very common and owls and dog prints print also be seen. So for now, keep your cartoon shirts and take out your Ms. Piggy shirt way back as Ms. Piggy and her animal friends would be making waves this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sporty chic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sporty look would still be seen today with less pinky-ness and more class. Think: patent leather jackets with white trouser shorts. Or ever wearing ballers-slash-silicone bracelets are cute this year. Just make sure they're not too loose, try to find ones which fits your wrist perfectly. also, wearing dog tags are still in this year and goes very well with the sporty chic look. Again, don't over-do it and pair it with less &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manly&lt;/span&gt; pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for our 2008 fashion forecast! These are some of the things I believe would be very cool this year, so if I were you, I'll try to keep some of my money to buy the next &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; things while stores are still in sale. Goodluck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fashionistas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Source: I Love Peppermint Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-7720178941232765414?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7720178941232765414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=7720178941232765414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7720178941232765414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7720178941232765414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/2008-fashion-forecast.html' title='2008 Fashion forecast'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R63mjf9xCtI/AAAAAAAAADc/pzH324jI1us/s72-c/twink_babydoll_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-5384777430888955118</id><published>2008-02-10T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:38:38.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JED MADELA ROCKED MY SOCKS OFF!</title><content type='html'>Wow. I really don't know if I make sense tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this was what happened. I was a little surprised this afternoon when my Pup told me we were watching this "Jed Madela" concert. I was struck and said to my self &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whoah. What a coincidence. How I love that name." Giggles. &lt;/span&gt;Just so you guys know, the name of my Ex was JED. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I actually erased this sentence for like ten times and rewritten it for I am not pretty sure if I should reveal his name or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, what then? Nothing notable actually happened. It was only that my sister and my brother teased me when he sang something like for brokenhearted ones. They joked it was for me and the real Jed was singing it. I was sad, yet I simply smiled it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't miss him, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-5384777430888955118?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5384777430888955118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=5384777430888955118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5384777430888955118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5384777430888955118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/jed-madela-rocked-my-socks-off.html' title='JED MADELA ROCKED MY SOCKS OFF!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-5426373431350521755</id><published>2008-02-08T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:14:27.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UP'/><title type='text'>I missed my blog.</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I last posted here. Well, been real busy these days and uhh, I found PC to be 'not-that-foreverlike-companion' because I FINALLY got bored with it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really? Good news? Bad? &lt;/span&gt;Come on, I'm living in this fancy world and trying to like please cyber people where in fact, that is so totally different of me in the REAL world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoaakkaayy, since i'm so back in the real world, let's talk about politics. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, no, not that one.&lt;/span&gt; Let's talk about boys. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh much no-no. &lt;/span&gt;I know, I know, let's talk about school. Well, I've finally decided to, you know, take boys aside and face my grades. It's been months since I took the UPCAT and the USTET and I'm pretty convinced with the results. Though I'm the only one odd in our section (only one whose case is pending in UP and still the only one who's For Interview in UST and is flying to Manila for this 3-hour interview), I still am thankful for having such blessings and opportunities that i surely know may come only once in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure am God has perfect plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-5426373431350521755?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5426373431350521755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=5426373431350521755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5426373431350521755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5426373431350521755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-missed-my-blog.html' title='I missed my blog.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-4237280855973478450</id><published>2008-01-04T23:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:35:07.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomatoes? Not for Me!</title><content type='html'>My brother, cousin, and I went to Iloilo today to fix some papers my cousin needed to be able to stay longer in the Philippines. So yeah, we went to the Department of uhh, I forgot! HAHA. Everything went cool and sorta rough because we shouldn't have gone there in Iloilo since he's a balikbayan and so he's allowed to stay in the country for a year. Eukkhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SM Iloilo after that and we had a superb lunch at Sbarro, which is an Italian Restaurant. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too bad for me since I do hate tomatoes.&lt;/span&gt; Here's a peep of what we've eaten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jp-E6RqZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VfmdCLcTg7E/s1600-h/CIMG0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jp-E6RqZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VfmdCLcTg7E/s320/CIMG0649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186152223596456338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother's order. Yuck! So mucho mucho tomatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jqIk6RqaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tZSobbG3YR0/s1600-h/CIMG0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jqIk6RqaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tZSobbG3YR0/s320/CIMG0650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186152403985082786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin's. Tasteless. Ukkhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jqW06RqbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JtT3sAg414I/s1600-h/CIMG0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jqW06RqbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JtT3sAg414I/s320/CIMG0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186152648798218674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More tomatoes again. :(( They actually ordered two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jqjU6RqcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zR7d4moT-O0/s1600-h/CIMG0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jqjU6RqcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zR7d4moT-O0/s320/CIMG0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186152863546583490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally, mine! Tomato-free. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We paid almost a thousand for this lunch, and I promise I don't wanna return to Sbarro with this type of dining again. :( I'd better buy their garlic bread than this. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we then went strolling at the mall and  oh, my cousin gave me a credit card when the day started by the way. I was really hesitant to shop on unfamiliar stores so there, I ended up shopping at Bench and Penshoppe. No worries anyway, I really enjoyed cuz. Oh, thank you mucho mucho cousin! You and bro are sorta good COMMENTATORS when I fitted the blouses. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we called it a day when we finally took a bus ride from Iloilo City to Roxas City with a big smile on my face. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-4237280855973478450?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4237280855973478450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=4237280855973478450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4237280855973478450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/4237280855973478450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/tomatoes-not-for-me.html' title='Tomatoes? Not for Me!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_jp-E6RqZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VfmdCLcTg7E/s72-c/CIMG0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-8253466863235717717</id><published>2008-01-02T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:10:38.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fortune Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_kD206RqfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lie8zaMuSIE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_kD206RqfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lie8zaMuSIE/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186180686344727026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-8253466863235717717?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8253466863235717717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=8253466863235717717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8253466863235717717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8253466863235717717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-fortune-cookie.html' title='My Fortune Cookie'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R_kD206RqfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lie8zaMuSIE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-8324341144030146473</id><published>2007-12-05T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:33:14.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krissy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reconciliation'/><title type='text'>A reconciliation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The morning went right, and I have the reason to smile again. It's been a week and 3 days since we last talked. It feels bad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the phone issue had been closed, and I can say that hugs and tears mean a lot to someone so dear. I so love Krissy Mae Tilla-in, and I won't ever waste the moments we've shared. Thank you for understanding me, my dearest and forever confidante. Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-8324341144030146473?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8324341144030146473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=8324341144030146473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8324341144030146473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8324341144030146473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/reconciliation.html' title='A reconciliation'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-7720349606386818283</id><published>2007-12-04T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:08:34.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charmine'/><title type='text'>A Newly-found friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R1Ulf2yVRbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MKm5p9O8ApI/s1600-h/PICT0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R1Ulf2yVRbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MKm5p9O8ApI/s320/PICT0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140055778926085554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the person of Charmine E. Roxas. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have honestly been with her for like 4 years, but i haven't noticed how wonderful she was. I'm just happy that i have known her better, and that would be one of the greatest things i have ever had. Though misunderstood by most, i promise that she is a being you would love to be with. Who would not want a typically frank and a-girl-with-her-own-stand type of friend? Well.  Just want to express how feeling lucky I am to be one of those few people who knows her. I love you, newly-found friend of mine.  Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-7720349606386818283?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7720349606386818283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=7720349606386818283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7720349606386818283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7720349606386818283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/newly-found-friend.html' title='A Newly-found friend'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/R1Ulf2yVRbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MKm5p9O8ApI/s72-c/PICT0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-5845923564091538632</id><published>2007-12-03T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:45:16.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>ADORABLE BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXXm696UbKY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXXm696UbKY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is like soooo adorable! hihi. the way he chuckles makes me laugh so hard. hahahhaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-5845923564091538632?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5845923564091538632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=5845923564091538632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5845923564091538632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5845923564091538632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-baby-is-soooo-adorable-laughs.html' title='ADORABLE BABY!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-1757367321965972802</id><published>2007-11-26T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:25:05.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father Norton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Father Norton :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The                 Reverend Francis Norton woke up Sunday morning                 and, realizing it was an exceptionally beautiful                 and sunny early spring day, decided he just had                 to play golf. So, he told the Associate Pastor                 that he was feeling sick and convinced him to say                 Mass for him that day. As soon as the Associate                 Pastor left the room, Father Norton headed out of                 town to a golf course about forty miles away.                 This way he knew he wouldn't accidentally meet                 anyone he knew from his parish.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting up on the first tee, he                 was alone. After all, it was Sunday morning and                 everyone else was in church!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At about this time, Saint Peter                 leaned over to the Lord while looking down from                 the heavens and exclaimed, "You're not going                 to let him get away with this, are you?" The                 Lord sighed, and said, "No, I guess not."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just then Father Norton hit the                 ball and it shot straight towards the pin,                 dropping just short of it, rolled up and fell                 into the hole. IT WAS A 420-YARD HOLE IN ONE! St.                 Peter was astonished. He looked at the Lord and                 asked, "Why did you let him do that?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lord smiled and replied,                 "Who's he going to tell?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-1757367321965972802?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1757367321965972802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=1757367321965972802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1757367321965972802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1757367321965972802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/father-norton.html' title='Father Norton :)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-9182073002205479138</id><published>2007-11-26T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:22:44.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Kids say the funniest things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a mother saw                 a thunderstorm forming in mid-afternoon, she                 worried about her seven-year-old daughter who                 would be walking the three blocks from school to                 home.  Deciding to meet her, the mother saw                 her daughter walking nonchalantly along, stopping                 to smile whenever lightning flashed.  Seeing                 her mother, the little girl ran to her,                 explaining happily, "All the way home, God's                 been taking my picture!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mother took her                 three-year-old daughter to church for the first                 time.  The church lights were lowered, and                 then the choir came down the aisle, carrying                 lighted candles.  All was quiet until the                 little one started to sing in a loud voice,                 "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to                 you...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bright 8-year-old                 child was being tested by the Speech Teacher and                 was given analogies and asked to describe the                 following differences:&lt;br /&gt;                Speech Teacher:  "What's the difference                 between an oak tree and a Christmas tree?"&lt;br /&gt;                Child:  "One has leaves and the other                 has needles."&lt;br /&gt;                Teacher:  "Very good!  What's the                 difference between a saucer and a plate?"&lt;br /&gt;                Child:  "One flies and the other                 doesn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attending a                 wedding for the first time, a little girl                 whispered to her mother, "Why is the bride                 dressed in white?"  "Because white                 is the color of happiness and today is the                 happiest day of her life," her mother tried                 to explain, keeping it simple.  The child                 thought about this for a moment, then said,                 "So, why's the groom wearing black?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A three-year-old                 put his shoes on by himself.  His mother                 noticed the left was on the right foot.  She                 said, "Son, your shoes are on the wrong feet."                  He looked up at her with a raised brow and said,                 "Don't kid me, Mom.  I KNOW they're my                 feet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A three-year-old                 boy went with his dad to see a litter of kittens.                  On returning home, he breathlessly informed his                 mother, "There were two boy kittens and two                 girl kittens."  "How did you know?"                 his mother asked.  "Daddy picked them                 up and looked underneath," he replied.                  "I think it's printed on the bottom." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-9182073002205479138?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/9182073002205479138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=9182073002205479138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/9182073002205479138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/9182073002205479138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/kids-say-funniest-things.html' title='Kids say the funniest things!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-1935200712595172903</id><published>2007-11-26T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:03:23.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavens'/><title type='text'>Back to business</title><content type='html'>Life is getting better by now. Goodness, praise the heavens above for being considerate and life-friendly. Laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-1935200712595172903?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1935200712595172903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=1935200712595172903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1935200712595172903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1935200712595172903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-to-business.html' title='Back to business'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-3294747500480797650</id><published>2007-11-04T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:30:13.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>Live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean DUH, why should I be like  so affected? My latest realization is this: the most common problem people have  is about other people also. Be it physically, mentally, or emotionally. Well I thought, why should I spend more time thinking about impressing these people, where in fact, I don't live for them at all? Just like this lame problem I have, I'm afraid of going to school because of some negative thoughts my schoolmates and classmates and even teachers would think of me. (Due to laziness of course.)  But know what? My pea-brain is also working! Laughs. I realized that I'm actually living for God, not for these sinners. Giggles. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-3294747500480797650?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3294747500480797650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=3294747500480797650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3294747500480797650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/3294747500480797650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/live-not-for-them.html' title='Live.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-6453510649441051135</id><published>2007-11-04T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:35:15.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is'/><title type='text'>SCHOOL SUCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh please, remind me that school is fast approaching! 12 hours from now, Im already in a school uniform, standing in front of the gate, singing the national anthem, and waiting for the hell of damnation to come. It feels really awkward getting back to school with worries due to procrastination on the last weeks. Why, i can tell you guys that being a lazy student isn't really fun. *Screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-6453510649441051135?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6453510649441051135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=6453510649441051135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6453510649441051135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6453510649441051135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/school-sucks.html' title='SCHOOL SUCKS'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-1969400680615034392</id><published>2007-11-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:30:56.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keanu Reeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is'/><title type='text'>MUST LOVE REEVES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ryn8HNmfAII/AAAAAAAAABE/81jg2gQ2UvA/s1600-h/keanureeves_speed_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ryn8HNmfAII/AAAAAAAAABE/81jg2gQ2UvA/s320/keanureeves_speed_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127906851578380418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keanu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ryn7qdmfAHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_n2Tcn-XCMQ/s1600-h/2691_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 222px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ryn7qdmfAHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_n2Tcn-XCMQ/s320/2691_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127906357657141362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ryn6rNmfAGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ohr49NeX9dA/s1600-h/Speed---Keanu-Reeves-Photograph-C10035093.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 161px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ryn6rNmfAGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ohr49NeX9dA/s320/Speed---Keanu-Reeves-Photograph-C10035093.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127905271030415458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ryn8ctmfAJI/AAAAAAAAABM/qU8O6p0NsF0/s1600-h/Keanu_Reeves_reeves_zagra_647767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ryn8ctmfAJI/AAAAAAAAABM/qU8O6p0NsF0/s320/Keanu_Reeves_reeves_zagra_647767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127907220945567890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOOOOOOTTTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my God! Keanu Reeves is like so HOT! I don't know why, but i get this tickling sensation everytime he's like, auughh. I just love him to death and i know i'd love to see him over and over! :D *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-1969400680615034392?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1969400680615034392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=1969400680615034392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1969400680615034392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1969400680615034392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/must-love-reeves.html' title='MUST LOVE REEVES!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ryn8HNmfAII/AAAAAAAAABE/81jg2gQ2UvA/s72-c/keanureeves_speed_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-5910710698846718896</id><published>2007-10-31T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:31:08.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third sexes'/><title type='text'>It's his Filthy Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't some people just shut up and mind their own business instead of opening their filthy mouths and tell bad things about you? I'm getting nauseated with these people! Third sexes aren't always good nor bad. They are  good if they like you, and if you won't give in to their wants, they'll just talk and talk and talk until you explode and AUUGGHHHH! I really am mad inside out at the moment. Why can't he just shut up and let me do my own thing? Excuse me but, SHIT! Is that all he's got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to write this down. But this (excuse me again) BULLSHIT search for the next Mutya sang Sinadya sa Halaran is driving me nuts! I'm not even sure at the moment if I really am qualified as the official candidate of the said search. But this isn't the problem here, my diary. It's this third-sex being who's been at the first place, isn't connected with my life. What made me connected with him, you asked? It's this stupid height I've got! AUUUGGGHHH. I don't want to elaborate more cuz it'll just drive me suicidal (was that exaggerated? LOL!). Okay, I'm not smiling. But.. let's continue. I hate him to death because he's been encouraging me to join the search cuz i have the qualities (as what he said) and all. But I personally don't want to join, really. Okayyy, it was Sunday afternoon, when our resident planner (a third-sex individual too) went to our home and convinced me to join the screening for the search. I said no for a lot of times, but I was convinced with his words and everything. So the screening went right, but the stimulus that made me react this way was when Rita called me, just today at around 8:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;Rita: Day!&lt;br /&gt;Mitch: Oh, day?&lt;br /&gt;R: Gaintra ka sa mutya?&lt;br /&gt;M: Ha? Wala bala!&lt;br /&gt;R: Indi, kay nagkad2 kami bla didtu gina. May application ka to. Nagkad2 ka gidman to?&lt;br /&gt;M: Hala, uu day. pru gaintra ka haw?&lt;br /&gt;R: Wala man. Indi man ko japun pagsugtan ni Daddy. Ikaw ya?&lt;br /&gt;M: Uu, pru wala man ko picture.&lt;br /&gt;R: Ako man gne tu day.&lt;br /&gt;M: Ambut gne day, pru nagpascreen lang ko. Pero di man gne gusto nina mama, papa, and lolo. Pero nagtry lang ko, naconvince ko dbe ni *toot #1*. Indi gid day pag isugid ha?&lt;br /&gt;R: Huo day ah. pru kabalo bla si tophe. Kay diba indi gidman gus2 na ni tophe sang mga muna? Pero hambal ni *tooot #2*, "Si michelle gne gaintra!"&lt;br /&gt;M: Grrrr. Bwisit gid sa ya! ano pa hambal ni *tooot #2* ?&lt;br /&gt;R: Hambal ya, indi ka gne kuno sad2 mag'intra. Tapus kay *tooot #1* nag'padala ka.&lt;br /&gt;M: D*puga gid sa ya day. Daw angayan sa, ginanilibak ya man ko gne pru!&lt;br /&gt;R: Huo man gne day. Ako man gne gn'ask ko man xa if ano man iya gnanilibak sakun pero iya hambal *blahblahblahblah*.&lt;br /&gt;M: AUUUUGGGHHH! Plastic gid sa ya! Wala gid xa ya huya! Ano gid ya labot niya if gaintra ko? L*nte. Anu gid ya iya haw? SUS! (daw malupok ako at the moment) Daw angayan sa, ginanilibak ya malang ko gne! AUUGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;R: Huo man gne day. Tas ginahinambalan nya ko na maintra ko kuno. Mapasugot malang na si dad if ara na.&lt;br /&gt;M: Bi ah! Bwisit gid xa ya day. Bwisit gid xa ya. Hambala sa bla na gnasinugid mo skun iya gnahinambal!&lt;br /&gt;R: Huo gid, para libakun nya pgid ka tapat.&lt;br /&gt;M: AHH L*nte. Basta day di na pag isugid sa iban ha? Kay di pman final na gaintra ko. Gintagaan pa ko chance ni *tooot #1* na makaback'out ko after sng last screening.&lt;br /&gt;R: Sige day ah. Hayy.&lt;br /&gt;M: (Daw malupok ngid) Basta day bwisit gid sa ya! ano gid ya nalagas nya skun haw? D*puga gid sa ya! AAUUUGGGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;R: Sige day. bayai nlng da. Ayteh sige day.&lt;br /&gt;M: Sige day, thanks gid.&lt;br /&gt;R: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;M: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the shortcut of everything. I really can't remember everything. But the point is, I'm mad and i don't have anybody to talk to. Krissy's not online. Tin's not online. Ngit's not online. Who am i gonna talk to?T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-5910710698846718896?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5910710698846718896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=5910710698846718896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5910710698846718896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5910710698846718896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-his-filthy-mouth.html' title='It&apos;s his Filthy Mouth'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-5861462489964685228</id><published>2007-10-29T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:31:22.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pethy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaisano City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xenia'/><title type='text'>Strangers. Friendster. Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/RyWx3tmfAFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L6eUIAyDt2U/s1600-h/rc+019a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126699321523109970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/RyWx3tmfAFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L6eUIAyDt2U/s320/rc+019a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Intoducing, my ngit. =]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     October 27, 2007. Gaisano City, Roxas - The day i finally saw my ngit. Giggles. That day was hecka fun. I and Xen, Ngit and nong Nic, saw each other at the mall on the said day. We played bowling, ate at coco veranda, and had coffee at Em Ponto. No minute was vacant for chitchats and it's like in every place we go, ngit knows somebody (though she isn't from here actually). Laughs. We saw Robby, Jr, Nong Elmer, Nong Dax, Kristoffer M., and many more. Cam-whoring. Big laughs. Small laughs. Cheesey talks. And all. That's what we did. I promise, i did have fun.ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-5861462489964685228?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5861462489964685228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=5861462489964685228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5861462489964685228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/5861462489964685228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/strangers-friendster-friends.html' title='Strangers. Friendster. Friends.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/RyWx3tmfAFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L6eUIAyDt2U/s72-c/rc+019a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-1133761955587945387</id><published>2007-10-15T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:31:39.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><title type='text'>New Blog Skin</title><content type='html'>Augh. I always thought changing things would be easy. I didn't even bother to save the things I've done to beautify my blog. I admit it. Im  absent for the day due to headache and laziness and tension and pressure and all. Gosh. I don't know what's for me today. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-1133761955587945387?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1133761955587945387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=1133761955587945387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1133761955587945387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/1133761955587945387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-blog-skin.html' title='New Blog Skin'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-7860651973430874631</id><published>2007-10-13T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:31:59.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuckoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>Cuckoo Bastard</title><content type='html'>How can you possibly live when every hour the mechanism of the clock starts and takes you from your place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do watch this video, cuz i do believe you'd completely love this cuckoo. Or maybe not? Just check it out. I know you'd love it. Take the word from me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=p4cP2oy4ebE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-7860651973430874631?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7860651973430874631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=7860651973430874631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7860651973430874631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7860651973430874631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/cuckoo-bastard.html' title='Cuckoo Bastard'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-6746335086681403950</id><published>2007-10-11T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:32:13.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sir Aponte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krissy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Threxcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dyna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intramurals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>"No reason to be frustrated!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7:47pm. Thursday. I, at the moment, am sitting in a comfy chair inside Dyna's room, in front of her own personal computer. I just signed in on my Y! Messenger when I accidentally saw Threxcy's shoutout. It says, "No reason to be frustrated!!". Should I be affected? Or should I be not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is a mixed day for me. I don't actually know what to feel at the moment. Will i be optimistic enough? Or maybe not? I know, nobody really cares about my day, and I doubt if somebody's like reading my online diary.   I write for myself anyway, not for anybody else. Right, Krissy? *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, back to the topic. My day is actually FRUSTRATING. It's like, last 1:30 am, I slept because I was really tired and sleepy and hungry and bored, in short, I was exhausted. I was in front of the computer for 11 straight hours, doing my write ups. &lt;em&gt;I'd be a hypocrite if I won't mention Steff's help. So there, I mentioned it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Let's say, I slept at 1. What then? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The unfortunate event didn't stop in there. When I woke up at seven, I took a bath and do my own personal rituals, &lt;em&gt;or whatever the term applicable. &lt;/em&gt;I really cared about the time because we are actually having our intramural parade. So there, I finished at 7:45. When i started to open my computer and search for the file I was working on last night, I was shocked when I can't actually open the folder I saved my file in. It says an error had occurred, and that it cant be read and all. I really cried my heart out! And what's more painful? Of all folders, that folder is the only one that can't be opened nor explored where it keeps ALL my files on my Research study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christine called at that very moment. I didn't hesitate to tell her the bad news and I was still crying when I was talking to her. She went to my home and picked me up to accompany each other. I really am not that UNFORTUNATE though. &lt;em&gt;*batting lashes*&lt;/em&gt; Because as far as I can remember, DYNA MAE AZARCON asked me to send her my write ups! It was a blessing in disguise that she asked for my help. So i realized, it really is good to help others.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Hugs to dyna!&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there again. We went to school with each other. I lost my write ups, yet it was duplicated and saved. The next problem? The parade. We missed the parade, and we missed the chance of having plus points on our quizzes or even on our unit test. That's another bad news. But you know what we did? We giggled and realized how optimistic we were facing our problems. We laughed it out, and looked at the positive side of life. Christine has also a problem of her own. But I guess, it's her turn to &lt;em&gt;blog it out, &lt;/em&gt;too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next thing we did was, we went to the stadium to see what's been happening there. In front of the stage, there was a familiar face. The face of our Supreme Student Government (SSG) President, Dyna! Oh, not only at school, but regionally speaking and even Nationally. It's like, only a signature away of hers, she can fly to Japan to attend another leadership training. Yes, that's how great my Anak (Dyna) is. &lt;em&gt;I think im getting lost again to what I should be writing. HAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe I am that important to her that she left her obligation to the other officers just to accompany me and go back to her house to get my file. But then, we decided to continue doing our write ups at her home. &lt;em&gt;Lucky me! lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well. to make the story short, let's say, God has been good all the way. Though we were scolded, happy us because we are certainly on the right track. See you again tomorrow, Sir Aponte! &lt;em&gt;*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No reason to be frustrated, eh? Thank you Threx, for making me remember. &lt;em&gt;Haha! =]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-6746335086681403950?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6746335086681403950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=6746335086681403950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6746335086681403950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6746335086681403950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-reason-to-be-frustrated.html' title='&quot;No reason to be frustrated!!&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-6342049099316692622</id><published>2007-10-10T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:32:28.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatic'/><title type='text'>Fanatic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/RwuyT6YGJCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NGi0tCRdwcU/s1600-h/fan.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119381456594281506" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/RwuyT6YGJCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NGi0tCRdwcU/s320/fan.JPG" border="0" height="137" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "FANATIC?"&lt;/em&gt; I mean duh, i just cancelled a FRIEND request [not a fan request] on friendster and there it went. And Oh, this is my first time ladies and gentlemen to REJECT a request. Gosh, this is hecka funny. *giggles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-6342049099316692622?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6342049099316692622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=6342049099316692622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6342049099316692622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/6342049099316692622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/fanatic.html' title='Fanatic?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/RwuyT6YGJCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NGi0tCRdwcU/s72-c/fan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-7276860004791288522</id><published>2007-10-09T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:33:47.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><title type='text'>That WAS my moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That WAS my moment."&lt;/em&gt; Yes. The old moment. The moment when everything was fine. When everything seemed so simple. When you were thinking about nothing but the happy yet flattering feeling you gain because this cute guy offered you a drink and told you not to drink much because you might not take its aftermath. Oh, how I missed that moment. That very moment when his attention was rendered on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ry30V9mfAMI/AAAAAAAAABk/is168GQURoU/s1600-h/1_961317851l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ry30V9mfAMI/AAAAAAAAABk/is168GQURoU/s320/1_961317851l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129024208795271362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, the old moment when she was HAPPY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-7276860004791288522?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7276860004791288522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=7276860004791288522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7276860004791288522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/7276860004791288522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/that-was-my-moment.html' title='That WAS my moment'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4L-k_QM2-M/Ry30V9mfAMI/AAAAAAAAABk/is168GQURoU/s72-c/1_961317851l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-999801057347875642</id><published>2007-10-09T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:34:00.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mistur Censored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pranked'/><title type='text'>PRANKED</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"PRANKED." &lt;/em&gt;My heart was. And it hurts alot when that somebody doesn't even have the idea of what his actions mean to you. Oh! This stupid heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I really am thankful. Why? Because as what others say, God is letting us get hurt for some time. This is because, if we're hurt and were left out, that will give us the reason to appreciate the next one who's coming to our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, isn't it? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why my dear, the SEARCH for new Mistur Censored is officially ON. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-999801057347875642?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/999801057347875642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=999801057347875642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/999801057347875642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/999801057347875642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/pranked.html' title='PRANKED'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082088865658634264.post-8669450753494997842</id><published>2007-10-09T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:28:06.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krissy'/><title type='text'>Blog it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blog it out."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These are the words Krissy had been telling me over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really don't know the real motive why she's been telling me this, but what's popping inside my pea-brain is that: &lt;em&gt;"She might want me to go on quit talking about my own 'life drama' because she has her own too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peace Krissy! I so love you. *giggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Just say you love me and it will be Oh, so fine.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082088865658634264-8669450753494997842?l=mitchbeluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8669450753494997842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082088865658634264&amp;postID=8669450753494997842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8669450753494997842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082088865658634264/posts/default/8669450753494997842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitchbeluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-it-out.html' title='Blog it out'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813463705428345521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n149/mitchiie/Postmortem784.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
