<?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-37318863</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:33:54.513+08:00</updated><category term='piolo'/><category term='pure'/><category term='Bamboo'/><category term='adrenaline-rush'/><category term='leather'/><category term='funny'/><category term='movies'/><category term='high high-heels'/><category term='Dinagyang'/><category term='guillotine'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='manny pacquiao'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='House'/><category term='cute'/><category term='tuna'/><category term='you'/><category term='Rivermaya'/><category term='Kristen Stewart'/><category term='Ilonggo'/><category term='Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince'/><category term='angelina jolie'/><category term='i miss you'/><category term='law of attraction'/><category term='youth'/><category term='video'/><category term='footwear'/><category term='david cook'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='number 8'/><category term='naked'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='probi'/><category term='topless sandals'/><category term='karolina kurkova'/><category term='paano kita iibigin'/><category term='edward cullen'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='american idol'/><category term='choice'/><category term='One More Chance'/><category term='Sandwich'/><category term='diagnostic exam'/><category term='clean-cut'/><category term='incubus'/><category term='Kid Rock'/><category term='dream'/><category term='extraordinary'/><category term='him'/><category term='23'/><category term='John Lloyd'/><category term='Iloilo'/><category term='Tory Burch'/><category term='Chicosci'/><category term='olivia wilde'/><category term='metal'/><category term='barack obama'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Cherry Bomb'/><category term='Jesse Spencer'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='love'/><category term='hermes birkin'/><category term='motherly care'/><category term='havaianas'/><category term='bellybutton'/><category term='red horse'/><category term='Bea'/><category term='necklace'/><category term='Dakota Fanning'/><category term='6 Cyclemind'/><category term='move on'/><category term='brad pitt'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='Tanduay First Five'/><category term='tapeworm'/><category term='random things'/><category term='philippines'/><category term='robert pattinson'/><category term='USA'/><category term='fingers'/><category term='presence'/><category term='rob pattinson'/><category term='breaking dawn'/><category term='ex-boyfriend'/><category term='outfit'/><category term='brandon boyd'/><category term='lucky'/><category term='picture'/><category term='wedding ring'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='Kapuso'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='new year'/><category term='18th birthday'/><category term='vitamin c'/><category term='signs'/><category term='5months'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='virgo'/><category term='credit card'/><category term='baby i love your way'/><category term='888'/><category term='johnny depp'/><category term='girl scout'/><category term='rustom padilla'/><category term='rock n&apos; roll'/><category term='Elsa Schiaparelli'/><category term='me'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='mariddie'/><category term='election'/><category term='princess'/><category term='innocent'/><category term='politics'/><category term='sashimi'/><category term='romantic'/><category term='valentine'/><category term='gone long'/><category term='Merrymaking'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='sexiest woman'/><category term='bob marley'/><category term='Sheryl Crow'/><category term='life'/><category term='Nursing Licensure Exam'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='cool'/><category term='tiumph'/><category term='Survivor'/><category term='kal penn'/><category term='food'/><category term='Kamikaze'/><category term='bebe gandanghari'/><category term='sibling'/><category term='regine'/><category term='chick-flick'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='US'/><category term='reasons'/><category term='christmas season'/><category term='urbandub'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>grashana</title><subtitle type='html'>everybody has a star-studded moment...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6307469138372456201</id><published>2010-03-25T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:25:19.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Eclipse Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eclipse poster, the third part of the Twilight Saga is out already! Can't wait for June and be smitten by Edward already! Eclipse is still starring Kristen Stewart as Bella, Robert Pattinson as Edward, and Taylor Lautner as Jacob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6sdbUGn9rI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nuvJCWsXocQ/s1600/twilight-eclipse-movie-poster-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6sdbUGn9rI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nuvJCWsXocQ/s400/twilight-eclipse-movie-poster-04.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6307469138372456201?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6307469138372456201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6307469138372456201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6307469138372456201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6307469138372456201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2010/03/twilight-eclipse-poster.html' title='Twilight Eclipse Poster'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6sdbUGn9rI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nuvJCWsXocQ/s72-c/twilight-eclipse-movie-poster-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1468861385495020792</id><published>2010-03-17T14:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:40:14.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 Cyclemind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandwich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bamboo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanduay First Five'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kamikaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicosci'/><title type='text'>Tanduay First Five 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A concert tour to be held summertime for the Tanduay First Five will be composed of Bamboo, Kamikaze, Sandwich, Chicosci, and 6 Cycle Mind. Advertisement for this tour are being held on TV already and a schedule is included in the small reminder. Watch out for the ad on your television later! Sure I'm gonna watch 'em here in Iloilo on May 21st. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6B4SFAZ3SI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Cl7BP3ldJmI/s1600-h/bamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6B4SFAZ3SI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Cl7BP3ldJmI/s320/bamboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449487801095150882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6B4SzwB3aI/AAAAAAAAAzo/OEFNMDOr8Ds/s1600-h/KamikazeatOzamizCottaSquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6B4SzwB3aI/AAAAAAAAAzo/OEFNMDOr8Ds/s320/KamikazeatOzamizCottaSquare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449487813642935714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6B4TSN6xGI/AAAAAAAAAzw/cSWcmrL_AW0/s1600-h/2chqtnd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6B4TSN6xGI/AAAAAAAAAzw/cSWcmrL_AW0/s320/2chqtnd.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449487821821363298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6B4T8jQ8-I/AAAAAAAAAz4/3JwPY7NiNnw/s1600-h/chicosci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6B4T8jQ8-I/AAAAAAAAAz4/3JwPY7NiNnw/s320/chicosci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449487833185186786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6B4T8sqz2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/1-rWf6hA72A/s1600-h/6CM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6B4T8sqz2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/1-rWf6hA72A/s320/6CM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449487833224630114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1468861385495020792?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1468861385495020792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1468861385495020792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1468861385495020792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1468861385495020792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2010/03/tanduay-first-five-2010.html' title='Tanduay First Five 2010'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S6B4SFAZ3SI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Cl7BP3ldJmI/s72-c/bamboo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-4447406212762157741</id><published>2010-03-13T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:18:47.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manny pacquiao'/><title type='text'>Goodluck to Manny Pacquiao: Boxing Hero of the Filipino People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zero-crime rate tomorrow in the Philippines! Goodluck to People's Champ, Manny  Pacquiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S5usk1YH9zI/AAAAAAAAAzY/XwJf5hp6JPY/s1600-h/manny_pacquiao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S5usk1YH9zI/AAAAAAAAAzY/XwJf5hp6JPY/s320/manny_pacquiao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448137923038279474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-4447406212762157741?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/4447406212762157741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=4447406212762157741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4447406212762157741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4447406212762157741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodluck-to-manny-pacquiao-boxing-hero.html' title='Goodluck to Manny Pacquiao: Boxing Hero of the Filipino People'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S5usk1YH9zI/AAAAAAAAAzY/XwJf5hp6JPY/s72-c/manny_pacquiao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-2259574330633232845</id><published>2010-03-11T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:00:36.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherry Bomb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristen Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dakota Fanning'/><title type='text'>Dakota Fanning and Kristen Stewart Cherry Bomb Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kick ass! That's all I'm gonna say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzAq7S8o9H0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzAq7S8o9H0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-2259574330633232845?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/2259574330633232845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=2259574330633232845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2259574330633232845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2259574330633232845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2010/03/dakota-fanning-and-kristen-stewart.html' title='Dakota Fanning and Kristen Stewart Cherry Bomb Video'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7058467869086581596</id><published>2010-03-10T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:51:24.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adrenaline-rush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl scout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extraordinary'/><title type='text'>Welcome me back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently listening to Bamboo and felt like updating this old and deprived blog of mine.  Yes, I am back from hibernation and a lot, lot, lot of things happened to me after my last entry here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;October, 2009 was the month my husband left me--- for his work abroad. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;November 2010, my grandfather died. It was a time of sadness and a little bit of gladness. We lost our Lolo but at the same we got to know our long-lost relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;December was of course the month-long celebration of the holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;January 2010, was the worst month. What was left of our barangay was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S5dNLQoG34I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Q4VwILiSgIM/s1600-h/21938_264188867057_719307057_3444120_7054117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S5dNLQoG34I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Q4VwILiSgIM/s200/21938_264188867057_719307057_3444120_7054117_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446907130164993922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fire happened at the eve of Dinagyang Festival here in Iloilo. So I won't ever have a joyous 2010 Dinagyang Festival memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;February 2010, we transferred to our new house. I promised myself I will never be back living in Nabitasan anymore. I hope so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is March 10, 2010.  After that fire, another adrenaline-rushing experience occurred. Last two days, I was able to witness my boss having a severe asthma attack that we needed to rush her to the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every month, something extraordinary just happens. This is what makes living worthwhile. There's  sadness, and then there's something extra special happening. Every extraordinary thing that happens, I have learned something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ALWAYS BE A GIRL SCOUT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7058467869086581596?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7058467869086581596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7058467869086581596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7058467869086581596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7058467869086581596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-me-back.html' title='Welcome me back!'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/S5dNLQoG34I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Q4VwILiSgIM/s72-c/21938_264188867057_719307057_3444120_7054117_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-816932363676164452</id><published>2009-09-29T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:43:26.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex-boyfriend'/><title type='text'>I broke up with my ex-boyfriend because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I broke up with my ex NOT because I found a seaman. I broke up with him because I found someone who loves me, does not hurt me, respects me, and does not hit a f***ing red horse bottle on his skull!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-816932363676164452?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/816932363676164452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=816932363676164452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/816932363676164452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/816932363676164452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-broke-up-with-my-ex-boyfriend-because.html' title='I broke up with my ex-boyfriend because...'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7346296452016578794</id><published>2009-09-24T23:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:15:59.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist Granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Congratulate me, only two or three of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-wishlist.html"&gt;8 wishes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I had last year were not materialized. I am still using my Motorola L6 and I haven't had a nail art,  just YET! Last in the list was World Peace--and we've been chasing this one since ever.  BUT, there's no harm in trying, as long as it is chase-able, we'll have to run after it until we can have a hold and never let go. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My wish for a new phone was never granted coz I have decided to have a 5-year depreciation for my L6. And, I didn't have the time and the mood to have a nail art. I did and still do paint my nails with exciting colors. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did receive a digicam, Sony W120. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SruiDsSQ3oI/AAAAAAAAAyo/SGJ4YwQ6JIA/s1600-h/dsc_0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SruiDsSQ3oI/AAAAAAAAAyo/SGJ4YwQ6JIA/s200/dsc_0819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385075963762630274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have my Sony 16 gig USB Flash Drive. It doesn't have a mickey mouse head, but it increased 12gigs  in memory :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SruiNS-YHNI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ujmpDwlPFTU/s1600-h/319dM42yPpL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SruiNS-YHNI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ujmpDwlPFTU/s200/319dM42yPpL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385076128767024338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pink skinny jeans, which ended up to my niece after using them 5 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SrumQyB85CI/AAAAAAAAAy4/XKGqdRb2nLU/s1600-h/blueflys_blog_flypaper_skinny_jeans_fuschia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SrumQyB85CI/AAAAAAAAAy4/XKGqdRb2nLU/s200/blueflys_blog_flypaper_skinny_jeans_fuschia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385080586689635362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A black Manels pumps which I bought October last year to match our office uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SrumRIVZRjI/AAAAAAAAAzA/SQVgKuQ9vvI/s1600-h/Cole+Haan-+Fiona+High+Air+Pumps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SrumRIVZRjI/AAAAAAAAAzA/SQVgKuQ9vvI/s200/Cole+Haan-+Fiona+High+Air+Pumps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385080592676767282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And...purple Havaianas! I changed my mind about the white one the moment I had a glimpse of the purple jelly ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SrumRSoL3AI/AAAAAAAAAzI/4VCsXprqnuU/s1600-h/Slide19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SrumRSoL3AI/AAAAAAAAAzI/4VCsXprqnuU/s200/Slide19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385080595439934466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that I am 24, I have shifted 180 degrees. I still want world peace. But different priorities. Enough with the material things, I want a continuous harmonious, love-filled relationship with my husband, pretty good health for him and me, a peaceful sail for him when he's on work, and finally... a BABY. 1-2 years from now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7346296452016578794?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7346296452016578794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7346296452016578794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7346296452016578794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7346296452016578794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-wishlist-granted.html' title='Birthday Wishlist Granted'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SruiDsSQ3oI/AAAAAAAAAyo/SGJ4YwQ6JIA/s72-c/dsc_0819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-9077399158872923859</id><published>2009-09-11T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:40:33.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gone long'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Back in The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's my birthday today and it would be appealing to make a comeback and not scolded.  *puppy eyes* Haha! My last post is dated April 25th, after almost 5 months, I'm posting a new one with a new me... :)&lt;br /&gt;I've changed status, my hair's chocolate brown, my pimples are back and I think I'm gonna be sick today. My flu's back and hopefully this is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the "almost" 5 months that I'm gone in here, I've done tons of things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last May 3 we had a company outing in Anhawan, Oton, and I hope everybody had a lot of fun. Coz I did!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended my uncle's burial :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My then-fiance last May, now my husband ;),  came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was bridesmaid to my cousin's May 16th wedding :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kissed by three gorgeous Korean hunks during a fiesta in my Tita's house. Hahah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had lots of fun looking for my civil wedding outfit. 8-} As well as my husband-to-be's outfit, gosh, that one was a tough job!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wed my one-year boyfriend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; friend since childhood :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cried hard and lots every time my husband would go to Manila :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a horrible share of flu and cough, even consulted a doctor for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Godmother-ed my niece, whose one godfather is my ex. It turns out now that I and my ex are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kumpares and kumares&lt;/span&gt; already! I believe it's destiny for past-lovers. Nyaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could have made a blog entry for each significant category, but then, I never had the time to get into blogger. Too busy with married life. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am again :P And oh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday to me&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-9077399158872923859?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/9077399158872923859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=9077399158872923859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/9077399158872923859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/9077399158872923859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-in-game.html' title='Back in The Game'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7430841654876871044</id><published>2009-04-24T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:07:04.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariddie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><title type='text'>On Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Palayain ang isa't isa, kung tayo, tayo talaga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on...but it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-it sucks now, but it will feel good--sooner!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry is dedicated to mariddie banzuelo. madz, you're not the only one who have felt that emotion. naaakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7430841654876871044?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7430841654876871044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7430841654876871044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7430841654876871044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7430841654876871044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-moving-on.html' title='On Moving On'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-2757700957701993535</id><published>2009-04-21T03:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:40:55.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elsa Schiaparelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hermes birkin'/><title type='text'>When it comes to F A S H I O N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I googled the proper pronunciation of Hermes Birkin ( read: er-mezz ber-keen)  and found this cool site about it. This "it" bag started to get my attention because of Victoria Beckham. You see her toting around different colors of this expensive bag? She even has one in diamond-studded Himalayan style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the blog, I want to share this excerpt I have read from it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Women dress alike all over the world: they dress  to be annoying to other women."&lt;/span&gt; This was according to Elsa Schiaparelli, a 1930's Italian designer. See the truth in there? It's overwhelming to see other women, especially those who are fashionistas in-the-making ;), staring at your outfit with envy in their eyes. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized, what's very overwhelming why women wear very, very nice outfit because it's a self-fulfillment. You want to look good for yourself. That would be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-2757700957701993535?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/2757700957701993535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=2757700957701993535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2757700957701993535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2757700957701993535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-it-comes-to-f-s-h-i-o-n.html' title='When it comes to F A S H I O N'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-5559652943662278518</id><published>2009-04-09T05:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T05:29:51.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kal penn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barack obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Kutner Dies in HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/house-md/images/298519"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/Sd0W30ub-7I/AAAAAAAAAyg/1CLNEWs1CjY/s400/Season-4---House-and-Kal-Penn-house-md-298519_1920_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322435482923826098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[click pic for link of site]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched the Simple Explanation episode of House and Kutner died! I can't believe that his character would have that too much drama in the end. I have come to like him in House, eventhough I've known him to be starring in a crappy spoof movie. He was like this goody, goody persona in House  who was very childlike and nobody would think to not adore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a celebrity blog that I've read yesterday, Kal Penn (Kutner's real name), actually resigned from House. He will have a change of career path and that newer path would be politics. He will serve the current President of the USA, Barack Obama, as an associate director in the White House’s Office of Public Liaison &amp;amp; Intergovernmental Affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-5559652943662278518?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/5559652943662278518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=5559652943662278518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5559652943662278518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5559652943662278518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/04/kutner-dies-in-house.html' title='Kutner Dies in HOUSE'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/Sd0W30ub-7I/AAAAAAAAAyg/1CLNEWs1CjY/s72-c/Season-4---House-and-Kal-Penn-house-md-298519_1920_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6779923459855229355</id><published>2009-03-27T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:45:24.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innocent'/><title type='text'>Sibling L O V E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever witnessed an innocent and purest LOVE that have ever happened between two siblings? I've had one. I even got teary-eyed at that very moment, I just fought my tears back. I was afraid all of the people around me might saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in our cousin's house last February. This cousin of mine died of cardiac arrest in Saudi Arabia. She worked as a domestic helper there and she left two children. One seven-year-old and a four-year-old. My cousin and their father were separated, so these two children, since then, were living with my cousin's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what had happened, of course, all of the relatives gathered up and contributed moral and financial support to the family. I pitied the most these two children who, at the very young age, lost their mother and clueless enough to remember what just happened to her. Because of that tragedy, my aunt, who can be very generous and has the money to offer such generosity, proposed to get the seven-year-old and let him live with her. Treat him like her own and support him until he finishes school. Upon hearing that proposal, the younger sister, ran to their room and cried. At first, we never bothered to ask why she cried, we were thinking she just wanted to drink that chocolate drink which she has been asking her grandpa to get.  But my cousin, the daughter of my Aunt, tried to console her and asked her what she wanted. She then heard the little girl crying while saying something like, 'don't get my brother, don't let him leave me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A four-year-old saying something like that? She understood already what was happening. I was very touched by that thought. She loves her brother so dearly that even at a very young age, she just doesn't want them to be separated from each other. Yes, she was even smiling when the photographer took a picture of her together with their mother's coffin, but the LOVE that's living inside her is purest and very innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6779923459855229355?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6779923459855229355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6779923459855229355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6779923459855229355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6779923459855229355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/03/sibling-l-o-v-e.html' title='Sibling L O V E'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1642882722956963209</id><published>2009-03-14T03:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T04:33:36.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If there is one thing that I'm really, really good at, it would be&lt;br /&gt;P R O C R A S T I N A T I O N ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;Darn!&lt;br /&gt;So many things to be done, waiting and waving and saying hello. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1642882722956963209?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1642882722956963209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1642882722956963209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1642882722956963209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1642882722956963209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/03/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6473835391454655633</id><published>2009-03-06T02:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:55:19.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bamboo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diagnostic exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red horse'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why I and My Ex won't ever get back together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't mock somebody here, after all I experienced happiness. For every failed relationship, someone's got to have that remaining happiness that she/he may treasure somewhere deep inside her/his heart. But things just won't work out, you fall out of love, someone new came over, or the enthusiasm of being inlove fades away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are the reasons why there's no chance that I and my ex won't ever get back together again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. :D I am getting married already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. When I see him, I could think and say to myself that I was inlove with this guy before. It feels unrealistic now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. I broke his heart. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. He broke mine too, well, he's been breaking it eversince we started the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. We do not have the same level of understanding, he has his principles, I have mine. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. He didn't allow me to go near the stage when there was a Bamboo concert. Nyaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. He didn't allow me to wear a bikini and have a henna tattoo when I was in Boracay. Nyahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. He can be violent when he is really really mad. Punches a wall, hits his head with a Red Horse bottle (omg, I just realized this, I'm really not getting back with him :D), I was afraid he might mistaken me as a wall or a bottle of Red Horse in the end. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Our personality clashed. He follows what he wants, and I couldn't bend to them. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. I am much, much more and more H A P P I E R now with my fiance. Naks. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since he has been an object of my affection, I wish him happiness and I just hope he can find and will end up with his missing puzzle. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6473835391454655633?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6473835391454655633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6473835391454655633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6473835391454655633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6473835391454655633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-reasons-why-i-and-my-ex-wont-ever.html' title='10 Reasons Why I and My Ex won&apos;t ever get back together'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-108658525578825192</id><published>2009-03-04T04:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:05:41.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olivia wilde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Olivia Wilde is a true-to-life PRINCESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was looking for Ellen Degeneres' 2009 uploaded videos in Youtube, I caught a glimpse on the title of one of the videos saying this: "Is House star Olivia Wilde a real princess?". Of course I became curious. Reading or watching news about other people being some royal figures brings me to the dreamland and just make me think of wonderful things. And yes, Olivia Wilde, to whom I have a woman-crush, is a real      &lt;br /&gt;P R I N C E S S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband is an Italian who is the son of a prince. So that makes them a prince and a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a reason to post this House cast members photo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/Sa2aQmNkZaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5TqNfxluze0/s1600-h/n1101245407_30315475_475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/Sa2aQmNkZaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5TqNfxluze0/s400/n1101245407_30315475_475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309069145665725858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Olivia is the one leaning on Jesse Spencer's chair with all her hotness and royalness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see this video which proves she's a real princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NdCor518HY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NdCor518HY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-108658525578825192?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/108658525578825192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=108658525578825192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/108658525578825192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/108658525578825192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/03/olivia-wilde-is-true-to-life-princess.html' title='Olivia Wilde is a true-to-life PRINCESS!'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/Sa2aQmNkZaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5TqNfxluze0/s72-c/n1101245407_30315475_475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6875787353057424909</id><published>2009-03-04T03:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T04:27:14.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nursing Licensure Exam'/><title type='text'>To New RNs, Congratulations!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I heard about results of NLE already available online, first thing that came on my mind was to look for my previous fling's name in the list. Haha. That's how obsessive I am when it comes to him. I'm not inlove with him anymore, coz you know I'm getting married already, but he's just damn yummy and beautiful, that the "little crush" still remains in me. Nyaha! Well now that he belongs to the herd of board passers and aspiring people to go abroad, I say congratulations and best wishes. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined him to take Nursing as a course considering his addiction to gamings and computers when he was just a high school student. But then, nothing beats a dream to succeed. To all NLE board passers, you newly-registered nurses, better serve our nation first before going out of the country! Wehehehe! Kidding! It's your choice, anyway. I can do nothing about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.prcboardexamresults.com/category/nursing/"&gt;NLE results are here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6875787353057424909?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6875787353057424909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6875787353057424909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6875787353057424909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6875787353057424909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-new-rns-congratulations.html' title='To New RNs, Congratulations!!!'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-10044308551219686</id><published>2009-02-14T04:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:30:08.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Twilight Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know, we know, Twilight's fad is kind of decreasing now, New Moon is coming over and we're ready for it. But as I was browsing through Edward Pattinson's...err... Robert Pattinson's page in Facebook, I was looking at some of his pictures, I saw a comment in this pic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SZXXNg_PSII/AAAAAAAAAyA/w6iTjaVa1OY/s1600-h/n9200825837_1282413_5961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SZXXNg_PSII/AAAAAAAAAyA/w6iTjaVa1OY/s400/n9200825837_1282413_5961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302380763492075650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the comment was:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I LOVE HIM SO F*CKING MUCH ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my, the sleepiness went away! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;H A P P Y  V A L E N T I N E ' S  D A Y  Y A ' L L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-10044308551219686?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/10044308551219686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=10044308551219686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/10044308551219686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/10044308551219686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight-frenzy.html' title='Twilight Frenzy'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SZXXNg_PSII/AAAAAAAAAyA/w6iTjaVa1OY/s72-c/n9200825837_1282413_5961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-8486996905960122599</id><published>2009-02-13T03:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:34:18.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Overdue New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SZSHGu0wzMI/AAAAAAAAAx4/J8u-CIGwpjY/s1600-h/jog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SZSHGu0wzMI/AAAAAAAAAx4/J8u-CIGwpjY/s320/jog.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302011211040214210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't usually think of New Year's resolutions. Coz by just the thought of it, I'll be so much sure I won' do it. Hahah. But what I have learned from the Law of Attraction, you have to set it. I've been trying to save money since I started working, but now, I'm already about to celebrate my third year in this company, nothing's been saved! Now I realize, that you have to set a goal in order to enjoy and save the process of ending to it. I have to save my money for something that I will soon spend on. I have to exercise in order to delete this excess fat in my stomach! Hahah! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise is one new thing in my new year's resolutions, which is by the way, getting longer and longer as I'm becoming older. I never had a problem with doing this going-healthy and getting-some-sexy-body routine back then. I was too thin to exercise. Way too thin. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now what I will do, I'll follow the Law of Attraction, and then jog starting May, 2009. Why May of all the months in a year and why not January to start the year right? And of all things, why jog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jog.&lt;/span&gt; Because I'm afraid I might get backpains if ever I'll have some flexi-exercising. I have scoliosis and I think it won't go right. But according to what I have read and watched, exercise is very good for people suffering from scoliosis. I did taebo once, but my, the whole week my back kept on aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;, for romantic reasons. I do not have someone to jog with. And it's just so horrifying for me to think that I jog without a companion. I will feel really awkward, I think. There are people who jog alone, but that's my case. :D So forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May again&lt;/span&gt; because my boyfriend who is not here at the present, will come home on that Month. He will be my companion. And I think that would be just great. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-8486996905960122599?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/8486996905960122599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=8486996905960122599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8486996905960122599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8486996905960122599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/02/overdue-new-years-resolution.html' title='Overdue New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SZSHGu0wzMI/AAAAAAAAAx4/J8u-CIGwpjY/s72-c/jog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-8982750017113916109</id><published>2009-02-11T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:58:05.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Valentine Movies to Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vaelntine's Day for me would not be being with my boyfriend, holding hands, and all cuddled up. He's not here! Hahah! Valentine's day would just be same old Saturdays, going home from work at 6AM, and then sleep all day, (in case there would be some malling to do:D) and then watch TV.  Talking about TV, the other thing that I would need on a V-Day is a DVD player, coz I'll be watching all this lovey-dovey chickflicks. Here goes my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 50 First Dates&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing beats the first kiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/span&gt;. Starring Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Someone Like You&lt;/span&gt;. In here, Ashley Judd does her cheer leader stunts wearing just an underwear. Heheh. And did I mention Hugh Jackman's very hot in here?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ever After&lt;/span&gt;. A Cinderella tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Titanic&lt;/span&gt;. Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;. Very very cute story. Amy Adams is so adorable as well as McDreamy! Hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;. I love how it went well at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casper&lt;/span&gt;. Oh my, this was a hype way back then. Who have never fallen inlove with Devon Sawa here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shakespeare In Love&lt;/span&gt;. I watched this during my sleepy days. And I was kind of woken up with their kissing scenes! Hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maid in Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;. A modern Cinderella story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pretty Woman&lt;/span&gt;. Julia Roberts was very very sexy in this movie and Richard Gere, oh my, he was so handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just like Heaven&lt;/span&gt;. I like the idea and the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/span&gt;. The hottest couple on the planet met. The movie is very cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runaway Bride&lt;/span&gt;. I really enjoyed Julia's personality in here. And the collection of engagement rings, damn! Hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Notting Hill&lt;/span&gt;. I became inlove with hugh Grant in this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Bestfriend's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;. I shall say Julia's bestest movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Home Alabama&lt;/span&gt;. Rekindling an old flame. Wehehe! Very great movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Shall We Dance&lt;/span&gt;. The love in here is not between JLo and Richard Gere. It's between him and Susan Sarandon. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lot like Love&lt;/span&gt;. Ashton Kutcher and Amanda Peet starrers. Young love and so real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wedding Planner&lt;/span&gt;. I only eat brown M&amp;amp;Ms! Wehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's Something About Mary&lt;/span&gt;. Cameron was very cute in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wedding Date&lt;/span&gt;. Debra Messing pretends. I really like this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never Been Kissed&lt;/span&gt;. Guitar Hero style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Married&lt;/span&gt;. This time it's Ashton and Brittany. They became a real couple in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only&lt;/span&gt;. This is a very sad romantic movie. And it will hit you right, then you'll cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-8982750017113916109?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/8982750017113916109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=8982750017113916109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8982750017113916109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8982750017113916109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-movies-to-watch.html' title='Valentine Movies to Watch'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1331747358940508530</id><published>2009-02-10T05:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:39:10.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheryl Crow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Rock'/><title type='text'>Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard this song first in my ipod. I don't know about how I put music in my ipod, but I just collect nice songs from my friends and then there they go, load 'em! Heheh! When I first heard this song, I really checked in the Ipod who were the singers and the title. Going back to the person you love is a choice. The song is very true and there are no pretensions. You belong where you belong. Kid Rock's very sexy here and Sheryl's voice is just very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JC8AHy8ysCQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JC8AHy8ysCQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Living my life in a slow hell &lt;br /&gt;different girl every night at the hotel &lt;br /&gt;I aint seen the sun shine in 3 damn days &lt;br /&gt;been fuelin up on cocaine and whiskey &lt;br /&gt;wish I had a good girl to miss me &lt;br /&gt;but I wonder if I'll ever change my ways &lt;br /&gt;I put your picture away &lt;br /&gt;sat down and cried today &lt;br /&gt;I cant look at you while I'm lying next to her &lt;br /&gt;I put your picture away &lt;br /&gt;sat down and cried today &lt;br /&gt;I cant look at you while I'm lying next to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called u last night in the hotel &lt;br /&gt;everyone knows but they wont tell &lt;br /&gt;but there half hided smiles tell me somethin just aint right &lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting on you for a long time &lt;br /&gt;fuelin up on heartaches and she'd whine &lt;br /&gt;I aint heard from you in 3 damn nights &lt;br /&gt;I put your picture away &lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you've been &lt;br /&gt;I cant look at you while I'm lyin next to him &lt;br /&gt;I put your picture away &lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you've been &lt;br /&gt;I cant look at you while I'm lyin next to him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you yesterday with an old friend &lt;br /&gt;it wuz the same old same how have you been &lt;br /&gt;since you've been gone my worlds been dark and gray&lt;br /&gt;you reminded me of brighter days &lt;br /&gt;I hope to be coming home to stay &lt;br /&gt;I wuz head of the church &lt;br /&gt;I wuz off to drink you away &lt;br /&gt;I thought about you for a long time &lt;br /&gt;can't seem to get you off my mind &lt;br /&gt;I cant stand why we're living like this way &lt;br /&gt;I found your picture today &lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll change my ways &lt;br /&gt;I just called to say I want you to come back home &lt;br /&gt;I found your picture today &lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll change my ways &lt;br /&gt;I just called to say I want you to come back home &lt;br /&gt;I just called to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;come back home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1331747358940508530?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1331747358940508530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1331747358940508530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1331747358940508530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1331747358940508530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/02/picture.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-4146605865829956276</id><published>2009-02-07T03:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T05:47:52.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random things'/><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been tagged in my Facebook for this. But I decided to post it here in my blog. Something interesting and something enjoyable to work on. Weeeeh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I like ironing my hair with flat irons for hair. Haha! I know it can, in some way, damage my hair, but it does give a very shiny outcome! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. I used to not like branded products (I'm a Marketing graduate and I know how they work :D), but when I started working I learned their value. Let's just say I look for quality now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. I enjoy taking pictures of people unaware with their backs facing me. It's very candid and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. And I enjoy taking pictures of myself. Hahah. Certified camwhore. 8-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. I get uneasy when facing a newly-found friend and I always think of things to talk about. As much as possible, I don't want silence to rule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. I am not aware that I look grumpy at times. My brows meet when I think of something, or when just staring at something interesting. And that's why maybe I am misinterpreted as snobbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. And I wasn't aware that I can really make my eyes bulgy and big by just showing some expressions when talking exaggeratedly. I only knew about this until my friends told me or react to my expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. I have an annoying voice, that's what they say. Hahah. I don't find my voice annoying, it's just high-pitched! Maybe others get irritated with the way I talk? I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. If I would have millions of money, I plan to acquire a place wherein I can keep and care for stray dogs and cats. I really feel for them. Adopt each of them that I might find in the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Sometimes, I ask God why there are "taong-grasa" people. Anything stray, my heart bleeds when I see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. I have learned to put on my everyday make-up when I was 22 years old. I am 23 now, that's like last year, and embarassing-ly, I learned how to do it from my 18 year-old cousin. Hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. I really thought when I was in grade school that Yakult is yucky. Because, after you've drank that one little bottle, there's a very icky, phlegm-y substance left in your throat. But now, give all your Yakult to me and I'll drink 'em! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. I really have this cool and gwapo impression with semi-calbo and long-haired guys. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. I was addicted to Desperate Housewives Seasons 1 and 2 last 2007. And now with House. 8-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. My illnesses that would cause me not to go to work, would always be stomach-related. Stomachaches, indigestion, spasm. Name them. Wehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. I used to be just 47 kilograms when I was in 4th year college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. I just find drummers to be astig. And I'm planning to have a summer course on how to use those drumsticks. One day...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. My fashion sense would depend on my mood. I can't be a jeans-tshirt-sneakers girl all the time. When I feel like it's a "dress day", I'd wear a dress! And when I feel like it's a "pawala" day, see me at my worst. Hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. I am engaged to marry my boyfriend. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. I am very particular with boys' fingernails and toenails. They should be clean and not uncut! Major turnoff would be guys with long fingernails. Eeew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. I am forgiving, but I cannot forget. Don't abuse my kindness, or else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. My parents thought that gymnastics would be my talent when I grow up. I used to do this sideward tumbling very very straight, and I used to read a book slumping on the floor with my two front legs up leaning on the wall! Wahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. I really cried hard when my puppy died back at July 2007. It was really like a scene in a dramatic TV series when I was half-awake and overheard my father told my mother, "Teh isugid ta na sa iya nga napatay si Yuri?" And Nanay answered, "Hindi lang anay, buas lang." Huwaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. I have this ipod nano which I thought I really own. Its over a year with me already, and then my older sister is still claiming it until now. Hahah! And I'm still not giving it back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. I can sleep from 7 AM to 7 PM everyday, straight! Without eating my lunch. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-4146605865829956276?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/4146605865829956276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=4146605865829956276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4146605865829956276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4146605865829956276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-8856491000479704946</id><published>2009-01-22T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:54:06.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rustom padilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebe gandanghari'/><title type='text'>From Rustom Padilla to BB Gandanghari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SXdedpj3x9I/AAAAAAAAAxw/3W35pl5pFCo/s1600-h/rustom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SXdedpj3x9I/AAAAAAAAAxw/3W35pl5pFCo/s400/rustom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293803750462834642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's her L I F E, it's her C H O I C E, it makes her H A P P Y. Let her be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-8856491000479704946?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/8856491000479704946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=8856491000479704946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8856491000479704946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8856491000479704946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-rustom-padilla-to-bb-gandanghari.html' title='From Rustom Padilla to BB Gandanghari'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SXdedpj3x9I/AAAAAAAAAxw/3W35pl5pFCo/s72-c/rustom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-731501914078020230</id><published>2009-01-21T03:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:52:04.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilonggo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bamboo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinagyang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merrymaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iloilo'/><title type='text'>Dagyang Ta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SXYoxeqDo0I/AAAAAAAAAxY/3ueoQtRqGvA/s1600-h/DINAGYANG-FESTIVAL-710809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SXYoxeqDo0I/AAAAAAAAAxY/3ueoQtRqGvA/s320/DINAGYANG-FESTIVAL-710809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293463242528760642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pure Ilonggo and there was only one time that I have walked in the streets of Iloilo City during the Dinagyang. It was during the sunday event in which the Ati-Ati contest is being held. Though I have wanted to chase those performing tribes again and again, I think I would just settle to watch them on TV for this time. The excitement and the thrill that I felt the first time I witnessed it live will never be the same. I am too old and weak to grace the streets of crowded people and by just thinking of the heat, I already die! Hahah! You see, sometimes, I am an extrovert, but then, I am really an introvert person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinagyang does not only boast its Kasadyahan and Ati-Atihan Tribes contests, but the feast in the downtown area of the city is very overwhelming. Yes, did I say it is a festival? :D Concerts here and there, and never ever forget the food festival! After the Ati-Atihan contest, wait till you experience the merrymaking. Even other Ilonggos wait for the Ati-Ati contest to finish while watching it on TV, and then run to the downtown for the merrymaking. Now, I'll say that the second best part of the festival is the merrymaking. Bamboo's concert is first. Nyahah! Kidding! Seriously, it's the religious belief of the Ilonggo people that is always standing tall. Giving that little child, Sto. Niño, the neverending love and devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SXYoxqBfkNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/rNsYedl1VUM/s1600-h/n846284707_1138953_4971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SXYoxqBfkNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/rNsYedl1VUM/s320/n846284707_1138953_4971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293463245579849938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[I and my friends when we were just naive girls. 8-}]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was joking about Bamboo in the previous paragraph, yes, Bamboo will come to Iloilo this Dinagyang 2009. Yes, they are always here! And that's why I so love this band! ;) As I've said, on Sunday, January 25, 2009, I'll be sitting in front of the boobtube and see who's gonna grab the first prize on the contest. But the night before that, I'll be putting on my rock n' roll suit :D and rock with Bamboo in the carpark of the The Venue in Boardwalk, Benigno Aquino Avenue. See yah! I'll surely enjoy it and of course I'll enjoy the Ati-Ati contest on the next day. ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SXYoxoinoYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/a3Gf4Rwo4DE/s1600-h/IMG-8739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SXYoxoinoYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/a3Gf4Rwo4DE/s320/IMG-8739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293463245181919618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[And here's Bamboo for the teaser ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-731501914078020230?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/731501914078020230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=731501914078020230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/731501914078020230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/731501914078020230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/01/dagyang-ta.html' title='Dagyang Ta!'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SXYoxeqDo0I/AAAAAAAAAxY/3ueoQtRqGvA/s72-c/DINAGYANG-FESTIVAL-710809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-2223599282987855688</id><published>2009-01-15T01:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:58:40.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesse Spencer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survivor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Jesse Spencer: I never knew I was inlove with him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha! Got yah! I never knew I was inlove with him not until this dream occurred.  I liked him so much in Uptown Girls. The one with Brittany Murphy and Dakota Fanning in it, trust me, that movie was so good. I cry everytime I watch it. Heheh. He was a rockstar in that movie and I guess, his popularity and handsomeness in House is equal to a rockstar! ;) Go Dr. Chase, rock on! He looked so adorable in Uptown Girls and kinda young back then.  I was so happy to know when I did my research on House cast members that he and Jennifer Morrison were a couple in real life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Were&lt;/span&gt;, 8-}, I'd be more happy if they get back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SW4mNdsvYJI/AAAAAAAAAwk/j0YOmIZ920M/s1600-h/36936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SW4mNdsvYJI/AAAAAAAAAwk/j0YOmIZ920M/s320/36936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291208624959348882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;with Molly in one of the scenes in Uptown Girls. He was a rockstar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SW4mNWpsvRI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Ueah493Itec/s1600-h/jennifer-morrison-jesse-spencer-wedding-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SW4mNWpsvRI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Ueah493Itec/s320/jennifer-morrison-jesse-spencer-wedding-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291208623067544850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;With his then-fiancee Jennifer Morrison ( Dr. Allison Cameron in House MD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, enough of that intro. Here comes the dream! Hehehe! He's Australian in real life and he talked Hiligaynon in my dream just this day. Cool, huh? And the setting of the dream, he was my fellow castaway in Survivor! Hahaha! Cool again, huh? Hahah! And the not so really cool part, one final challenge was, each castaway was given a gun.  A true gun, which when you shoot it, it kills somebody. How gory can it be? Now, the challenge is to use that gun to kill every castaway that you can find in my house (house ko pa talaga). I was so nervous to be killed, I got out of the house and was surprised to see JESSE SPENCER!!! coming after me! Waaaah! He said he'll be a ball of crap if he stayed in that Survivor challenge and better be with me than die. ;) ILOVEYOU Jesse! Nyaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when we were walkin', he held my hands. We arrived in my aunt's house and when I was so becoming believable in telling the gory details of that crap Survivor challenge, I turned to him to get his agreement. Unfortunately, he didn't nod to agree, he lowered his neck and kissed my still-open mouth. Nyaaak! Hahaha! And from that moment, I realized, I was and forever will be inlove with Jesse Spencer who is an Australian and speaks in Hiligaynon. Cool, huh? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SW4mNRTXEAI/AAAAAAAAAws/BJmg2VttLus/s1600-h/jesse-spencer-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SW4mNRTXEAI/AAAAAAAAAws/BJmg2VttLus/s320/jesse-spencer-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291208621631672322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Hunk-y in that labgown ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-2223599282987855688?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/2223599282987855688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=2223599282987855688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2223599282987855688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2223599282987855688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/01/jesse-spencer-i-never-knew-i-was-inlove.html' title='Jesse Spencer: I never knew I was inlove with him'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SW4mNdsvYJI/AAAAAAAAAwk/j0YOmIZ920M/s72-c/36936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-2391027583958221658</id><published>2009-01-09T04:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:21:05.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='havaianas'/><title type='text'>Starbucks and Havaianas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SWZf3sOmgAI/AAAAAAAAAwM/NnE3y4DWFxU/s1600-h/starbucks_cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SWZf3sOmgAI/AAAAAAAAAwM/NnE3y4DWFxU/s400/starbucks_cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289020222763073538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SWZf3nGEoZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/TGLLWv8GwgQ/s1600-h/2008_Havaianas_Floral_Rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SWZf3nGEoZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/TGLLWv8GwgQ/s400/2008_Havaianas_Floral_Rosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289020221385122194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They are just KAPE and TSINELAS, why bother? Hahaha..got this from a blog which I fondly read from time to time. I admire the blogger so well that I wanna dedicate this entry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why BOTHER have one of both, indeed!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-2391027583958221658?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/2391027583958221658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=2391027583958221658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2391027583958221658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2391027583958221658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/01/starbucks-and-havaianas.html' title='Starbucks and Havaianas'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SWZf3sOmgAI/AAAAAAAAAwM/NnE3y4DWFxU/s72-c/starbucks_cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-2629896683803345994</id><published>2009-01-06T03:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:54:49.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rob pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean-cut'/><title type='text'>Clean-cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, what can people say? I know this is kinda late already, maybe this news is already in the rotten pages of the celebrity blogs, but hell, I wanna post him delicious and clean-cut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SWJlMIclAuI/AAAAAAAAAv8/mmw-Wjuv3po/s1600-h/rp4wtmk.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SWJlMIclAuI/AAAAAAAAAv8/mmw-Wjuv3po/s400/rp4wtmk.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287900171586568930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SWJlMAkOmOI/AAAAAAAAAwE/wlSBdLpdwD4/s1600-h/81222L1_PATTINSON_R_B_GR_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SWJlMAkOmOI/AAAAAAAAAwE/wlSBdLpdwD4/s400/81222L1_PATTINSON_R_B_GR_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287900169471170786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-2629896683803345994?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/2629896683803345994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=2629896683803345994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2629896683803345994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2629896683803345994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2009/01/clean-cut.html' title='Clean-cut'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SWJlMIclAuI/AAAAAAAAAv8/mmw-Wjuv3po/s72-c/rp4wtmk.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6922933337658521753</id><published>2008-12-19T03:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:35:05.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='johnny depp'/><title type='text'>Johnny Depp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aside from being a really good actor, I find him very, very, very S E X Y ! ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SUqk5pOcPiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/UbpWj2MKuVI/s1600-h/johnny_depp_ino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SUqk5pOcPiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/UbpWj2MKuVI/s400/johnny_depp_ino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281214823271251490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SUqk5DPf6QI/AAAAAAAAAvs/KlYlsRvNG0I/s1600-h/johnny_depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SUqk5DPf6QI/AAAAAAAAAvs/KlYlsRvNG0I/s400/johnny_depp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281214813075138818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6922933337658521753?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6922933337658521753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6922933337658521753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6922933337658521753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6922933337658521753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/12/johnny-depp.html' title='Johnny Depp'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SUqk5pOcPiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/UbpWj2MKuVI/s72-c/johnny_depp_ino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-4851330400535667620</id><published>2008-12-16T05:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:47:51.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>December 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and then, Christmas begins. Happy Christmas to all! We may have enough problems to cause us lots of headache, we're still enthusiastically very much willing to celebrate this holiday season! And be ready to loosen your belts! Hahah! Food fests will literally be everywhere! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SUbQQd3LlOI/AAAAAAAAAvk/uTjFM-3-VcM/s1600-h/christmas-balls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SUbQQd3LlOI/AAAAAAAAAvk/uTjFM-3-VcM/s400/christmas-balls1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280136594451043554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-4851330400535667620?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/4851330400535667620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=4851330400535667620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4851330400535667620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4851330400535667620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-16.html' title='December 16'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SUbQQd3LlOI/AAAAAAAAAvk/uTjFM-3-VcM/s72-c/christmas-balls1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-514175045210867568</id><published>2008-11-27T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:11:17.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellybutton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karolina kurkova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexiest woman'/><title type='text'>Bellybutton-less Earth's Sexiest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SS6_ji8Dw4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Ukd2tseG8QA/s1600-h/Karolina-Kurkova-no-belly-button2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SS6_ji8Dw4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Ukd2tseG8QA/s320/Karolina-Kurkova-no-belly-button2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273362831092466562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SS6_jma8IKI/AAAAAAAAAvc/mZCmAL9WFfg/s1600-h/Karolina-Kurkova-no-belly-button8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SS6_jma8IKI/AAAAAAAAAvc/mZCmAL9WFfg/s320/Karolina-Kurkova-no-belly-button8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273362832027295906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you'll take a closer look, but yes, I AM SAYING THE TRUTH! Karolina Kurkova, named as the sexiest woman on earth by E! indeed, has no belly-button. They say it was a result of some vanity surgeries but some say she may have had an umbilical disease when she was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sight of Karolina with that button-less belly is kind of weird for me, but she looks whoopin' sexy, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-514175045210867568?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/514175045210867568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=514175045210867568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/514175045210867568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/514175045210867568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/11/bellybutton-less-earths-sexiest.html' title='Bellybutton-less Earth&apos;s Sexiest'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SS6_ji8Dw4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Ukd2tseG8QA/s72-c/Karolina-Kurkova-no-belly-button2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-4884085044227344703</id><published>2008-11-26T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:58:12.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rob pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking dawn'/><title type='text'>Bite Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SSxIS_iANcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pRinVa7Yv9o/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-necks-tyra-banks-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SSxIS_iANcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pRinVa7Yv9o/s400/robert-pattinson-necks-tyra-banks-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272668754872907202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who would not want to be bitten by the beautiful and awesome Rob Pattinson aka Edward Cullen? Hahah! I'd gladly bare my neck for him to bite me, too! Aww! Just finished reading Breaking Dawn, and yes people, Bella has become a vampire already! Wahah! Spoiler alert! I think the fourth book is the best among the 4 Twilight Saga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-4884085044227344703?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/4884085044227344703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=4884085044227344703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4884085044227344703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4884085044227344703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/11/bite-me.html' title='Bite Me'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SSxIS_iANcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pRinVa7Yv9o/s72-c/robert-pattinson-necks-tyra-banks-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1000098728331752384</id><published>2008-11-06T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T03:18:39.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barack obama'/><title type='text'>OBAMA W O N !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SRHxcWv9wKI/AAAAAAAAAvE/RHl_TbXLhPs/s1600-h/barack-obama-bw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SRHxcWv9wKI/AAAAAAAAAvE/RHl_TbXLhPs/s400/barack-obama-bw.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265254908818210978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was all over the news today. Obama won, and as I saw in the television almost a hundred thousand people in Chicago gathered for his victory rally, I cried, too, when I saw them crying. I don't know, but the sight of Obama, together with his family, coming out from the backstage is just so amazingly overwhelming. I am not a US citizen, nor does my mother work in there, but I have really wanted Obama to win the US presidency as an African-American.&lt;br /&gt;Changing history, that was it. Nothing more, nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1000098728331752384?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1000098728331752384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1000098728331752384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1000098728331752384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1000098728331752384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-w-o-n.html' title='OBAMA W O N !'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SRHxcWv9wKI/AAAAAAAAAvE/RHl_TbXLhPs/s72-c/barack-obama-bw.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7543396888147524454</id><published>2008-11-05T00:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:30:07.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rob pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward cullen'/><title type='text'>Edward Cullen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's already November and I haven't updated this blog yet. I've posted only two entries for the whole month of October and I feel like I've been too busy.  25 days to go, and it's gonna be the holidays seasons already. And I feel I haven't done anything so much to satisfy what I've been setting myself for.&lt;br /&gt;I turned into this book, ebook actually, which I downloaded in my Ipod, and which I have become addicted to. My reading of the book was a result of the trailer of the new Twilight movie. We all know Cedric Diggory, and I kind of disapproved Rob Pattinson when he played that part in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. But, in the new Twilight movie, seeing its trailer, Rob Pattinson becomes Edward Cullen and his every inch.&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming more and more inlove with Edward Cullen as I get to the last page. I become thirsty when the Ipod is nearing to being drained! Wahahaha! He is a picture of an ideal man now, except of course the fang. And the LOVE, the love that's living in the story is indeed, unconditional and irrevocable. I don't know but I just wanna cry everytime I read a confession from Bella pertaining to Edward himself.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what he is, a vampire, a mountain lion, I'll love him forever! Waaaaaaah!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SRCyGBugS6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/rSIlOmHq5kk/s1600-h/twilight_movie_poster_character_one_sheet_edward-376x520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SRCyGBugS6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/rSIlOmHq5kk/s320/twilight_movie_poster_character_one_sheet_edward-376x520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264903781008559010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7543396888147524454?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7543396888147524454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7543396888147524454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7543396888147524454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7543396888147524454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/11/edward-cullen.html' title='Edward Cullen'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SRCyGBugS6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/rSIlOmHq5kk/s72-c/twilight_movie_poster_character_one_sheet_edward-376x520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7885751254105818245</id><published>2008-10-17T02:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:31:11.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby i love your way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob marley'/><title type='text'>Baby I Love Your Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To celebrate life and a very satisfactory lovelife, I give you Bob Marley's Baby I Love Your Way Lyrics. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SPeHmfmMVjI/AAAAAAAAAiE/SVD9tVPbRzY/s1600-h/bobm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SPeHmfmMVjI/AAAAAAAAAiE/SVD9tVPbRzY/s200/bobm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257820185364813362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Shadows grow so long before my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And theyre moving across the page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Suddenly the day turns into night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Far away from the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Well, dont hesitate, cause your love wont wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ooo, baby, I love your way, everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gonna tell you I love your way, everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wanna be with you night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Moon appears to shine and light the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; With the help of some firefly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wonder how they have the power to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I can see them under the pine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But dont hesitate, cause your love wont wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ooo, baby, I love your way, everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gonna tell you I love your way, everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wanna be with you night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (solo - on verse) but dont hesitate, cause your love wont wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I can see the sunset in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Brown and grey, blue besides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Clouds are stalking islands in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wish I could buy one out of season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But dont hesitate, cause your love wont wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ooo, baby, I love your way, everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gonna tell you I love your way, everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wanna be with you night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7885751254105818245?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7885751254105818245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7885751254105818245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7885751254105818245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7885751254105818245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-i-love-your-way.html' title='Baby I Love Your Way'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SPeHmfmMVjI/AAAAAAAAAiE/SVD9tVPbRzY/s72-c/bobm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-5594382461691875561</id><published>2008-10-08T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:35:50.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vitamin c'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherly care'/><title type='text'>i need VITAMIN C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SOxwoo6VCsI/AAAAAAAAAh8/3I0AAHJvweE/s1600-h/fruit_6697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SOxwoo6VCsI/AAAAAAAAAh8/3I0AAHJvweE/s400/fruit_6697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254698708713671362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just perceive myself as a rock. Hahah. Very healthy and has a body filled with nutrients and vitamin C. And we all know that I'm wrong. I lack exercise, I lack sleep, and I do not take vitamins as for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;All of the stresses from the past week till now attacked me like bees. I feel terrible today and I might get sick. I can feel fever, colds, and flu being friendly with me. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;And to get rid of this, I promise to stuff my mouth with lots of fruits and vitamins, which I do not know will ever get me fine. I need motherly care! Heheheh! Am I going home or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-5594382461691875561?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/5594382461691875561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=5594382461691875561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5594382461691875561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5594382461691875561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-vitamin-c.html' title='i need VITAMIN C'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SOxwoo6VCsI/AAAAAAAAAh8/3I0AAHJvweE/s72-c/fruit_6697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7230207123634683314</id><published>2008-09-26T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:32:48.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diagnostic exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='probi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>That's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had this diagnostic exam in our office. I wasn't allowed to get it because I am an Admin officer and only agents are required to do so. Now, the result of the diagnostic exams will be 50% of the total average of the evaluation. The release of the evaluation results is the judgment moment. The company will base in it whether they'll be regularizing probationary agents or not. No matter how high the  HR Manager's and AS's evaluation for a certain agent, if he/she fails the diagnostic exam, it will bring the total evaluation average down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ending contract with 'probi' employees is very hard to do. Especially when they show very good performance and attitude inside the office. But policies in the company should be complied and no one can break the rules.  Just by thinking that a herd of employed people will soon be  work-less is so depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what can we do, T H A T ' S  L I F E. It's unfair and we have to get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7230207123634683314?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7230207123634683314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7230207123634683314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7230207123634683314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7230207123634683314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-life.html' title='That&apos;s Life'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-3216124141102874530</id><published>2008-09-24T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:46:51.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One More Chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kapuso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lloyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick-flick'/><title type='text'>One More Chance: Revisiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SNn92JVaI1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/_ScYnjqYH7M/s1600-h/OMCfinalposter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SNn92JVaI1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/_ScYnjqYH7M/s320/OMCfinalposter3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249505947337499474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were just talking about this amazing movie and I would dare say this is my all-time favorite. I would never get tired watching One More Chance over and over again. Call me freak, but this hit me for so many times everytime I'm watching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I liked every scene and every line in the movie. I really like watching John Lloyd Cruz act. Although I am a certified &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kapuso&lt;/span&gt;, I do give my credits to a very well-done movie.  Here's the list of the scenes (if you also watched it) that really made me cry and I have related myself into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Basha confesses to Popoy that she wants them to get back. The scene where John Lloyd got to say, "You had me at my best, she had me at my worst."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. The "Take me lord" scene by Janus del Prado. This young male really amazes me with his acting prowess. And when John Lloyd said the script, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ikaw pa nga ang nagsabi na kapag iniwan tayo ng mga taong mahal natin, may darating na bago na mas magmamahal pa sa atin...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. The confrontation between John Lloyd and Maja. Maja is like taking it really emotionally. And I would bet my penny on her, this girl has got a long long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a chick-flick, but it does happen in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-3216124141102874530?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/3216124141102874530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=3216124141102874530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3216124141102874530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3216124141102874530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-more-chance-revisiting.html' title='One More Chance: Revisiting'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SNn92JVaI1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/_ScYnjqYH7M/s72-c/OMCfinalposter3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7978234980042737265</id><published>2008-09-11T03:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:29:19.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='23'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, it's my birthday. Today. I am 23 and I will never be ashamed that I AM GETTING OLDER. ;) (Yes, I know, I'll be when I'm 42.) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to celebrate the 23 years of staying in this harsh but beautiful world, I am making a wishlist. This can be a list of things for me to buy for myself or if anyone with a heart of gold, will be generous enough...Aheem. Thanks in advance. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhHzfTEqUI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-RMpb8scNKE/s1600-h/Sony-W55-Front-angle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhHzfTEqUI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-RMpb8scNKE/s200/Sony-W55-Front-angle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244520715973339458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been wanting this one since last year. I have a cam phone but too bad, it's not that uhm, cool when taking pics. So instead of buying a new cp with very good camera quality, I'll settle with a digicam. A Sony W55 digicam at that. After all, it's purpose is taking good pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhHzm5Hr6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/05fXlLNFw3s/s1600-h/mickey-mouse-usb-flash-drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhHzm5Hr6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/05fXlLNFw3s/s200/mickey-mouse-usb-flash-drive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244520718011969442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Found this cute Mickey Mouse USB Flash Drive. Not that I'm a sucker for Mickey Mouse...well in some ways. It will be a plus if my flash drive would have a Mickey Mouse for a head. Anyway, I'd really love to have a 4-gigabyte one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhHzT-eGEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/9q7DPcSchJU/s1600-h/sony-ericsson-w910i_front_closed_hearty_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhHzT-eGEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/9q7DPcSchJU/s200/sony-ericsson-w910i_front_closed_hearty_red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244520712934135874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A new cellphone! In this technology-driven world, who would never want a new cellphone, eh? Hehe. If given the chance to have a new cellphone, I'd be glad with a Sony Ericksson Thin Series. A walkman phone. I'm used to owning thin and light phones. Asus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhHzjwlxhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vpIN__blhQI/s1600-h/blueflys_blog_flypaper_skinny_jeans_fuschia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhHzjwlxhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vpIN__blhQI/s200/blueflys_blog_flypaper_skinny_jeans_fuschia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244520717170886162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Colored jeans are at hype nowadays. If I reach 42, I will be afraid i won't be boasting about owning a fuschia skinny jeans during my younger age. So, I'm buying one today. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhHz-30rEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/rKegLzo3A6I/s1600-h/Cole+Haan-+Fiona+High+Air+Pumps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhHz-30rEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/rKegLzo3A6I/s200/Cole+Haan-+Fiona+High+Air+Pumps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244520724448980034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was an ultimate dream to be wearing a corporate three-piece suit in a high-end company. Because the company I am working for doesn't require business attires, I so envy women-empowering, sophisticated ladies who wear black, classic, three-inch, and pointed pumps. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhEX2MnCwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TP_QHFXIVL8/s1600-h/nailart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhEX2MnCwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TP_QHFXIVL8/s200/nailart1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516942549027586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nail Arts! I am so amazed with this cool nail paintings. Since I am painting my nails today, I'd be happy to be treated with some nail arts. I think there's one in SM City.&lt;br /&gt;If ever I'll be making this happen, I will grow my finger nails square first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhEXgPHO_I/AAAAAAAAAgk/QQ8iPsYtYVI/s1600-h/hvaianas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhEXgPHO_I/AAAAAAAAAgk/QQ8iPsYtYVI/s200/hvaianas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516936653945842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All-white Havaianas flip-flops. I don't know what's with this brand. So, im trying it. Hehe. They say it's very durable, but  I just think it's the marketing and building up of the product name which makes it more appealing to people, to think that for just a pair of rubber slippers, it will cost your wallet Php 800. 8-}&lt;br /&gt;I want one from Brazil itself. I'm joining the herd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhEYKOizhI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vfVyyZM7I5w/s1600-h/worldpeace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhEYKOizhI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vfVyyZM7I5w/s200/worldpeace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244516947925847570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And finally. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOLD PEACE.&lt;/span&gt; You think I'm so materialistic, think again, you fickle-minded! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7978234980042737265?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7978234980042737265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7978234980042737265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7978234980042737265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7978234980042737265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-wishlist.html' title='Birthday Wishlist'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMhHzfTEqUI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-RMpb8scNKE/s72-c/Sony-W55-Front-angle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-3958599008582468114</id><published>2008-09-04T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:38:54.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='footwear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topless sandals'/><title type='text'>Amazing Topless Sandals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMAAroUyFmI/AAAAAAAAAes/W0mT45q585U/s1600-h/20071211211525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMAAroUyFmI/AAAAAAAAAes/W0mT45q585U/s320/20071211211525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242190715818219106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw them in a list of ugliest foot wears, but then, I don't find them ugly, I find them C O O L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a person who have in 'some ways' studied Marketing, marketers or businessmen as what we are called, are always looking for the newest thing to sell or to make use of or looking for more ways in modifying a certain product to be presented to the market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then I found this newest and coolest trend as I was browsing through my multiply network's contacts. I was amazed and asked myself if how on earth can you wear topless sandals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This invention is made to have an illusion when seeing the wearer as walking barefoot. Indeed it is like walking barefoot, but only wearing something to protect your feet. Topless sandals are flexible and conditioned with a clean water-based adhesive we call "the stick". This stick is said&lt;/span&gt; to have a guaranteed life span of one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cool isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMAArxY6ipI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mCIMuOQItC8/s1600-h/bd9a3994ea3d0e6d0c3bda8d80a464d1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMAArxY6ipI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mCIMuOQItC8/s320/bd9a3994ea3d0e6d0c3bda8d80a464d1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242190718251469458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-3958599008582468114?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/3958599008582468114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=3958599008582468114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3958599008582468114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3958599008582468114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/09/amazing-topless-sandals.html' title='Amazing Topless Sandals'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SMAAroUyFmI/AAAAAAAAAes/W0mT45q585U/s72-c/20071211211525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1608838984221406362</id><published>2008-08-29T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:14:53.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Female, 22, In A Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't know this would affect me. I was 'In A Relationship' back then, but now, it is stating something which I would soon realistically feel. And welcome in my life coz this time, it's pure. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SLbc494j22I/AAAAAAAAAek/OCjgB9jD3T8/s1600-h/fish-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SLbc494j22I/AAAAAAAAAek/OCjgB9jD3T8/s320/fish-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618087734729570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1608838984221406362?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1608838984221406362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1608838984221406362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1608838984221406362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1608838984221406362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/08/female-22-in-relationship.html' title='Female, 22, In A Relationship'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SLbc494j22I/AAAAAAAAAek/OCjgB9jD3T8/s72-c/fish-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-549962046457197731</id><published>2008-08-23T04:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T05:02:25.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sashimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tapeworm'/><title type='text'>The Threats of Sashimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SK8pCeQRTjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/FhuR6nUMmP4/s1600-h/new_sashimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SK8pCeQRTjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/FhuR6nUMmP4/s400/new_sashimi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237450014112960050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was excited to grab a sashimi when I and my officemates were in this buffet. Luckily, there was only sushi on the table. That buffet was so marvelous I had to sleep at 3am on the next day just to make sure that all of what I have eaten were properly processed in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;This time, as I was browsing through this favorite site of mine, I have found out that Sashimi/Raw Fish can be one source of tapeworm!&lt;br /&gt;There's a prominent seafood restaurant in Chicago which was sued by one of their customers because he said that the salmon that they served him caused him to have a tapeworm. And that was indeed, true. According to John Rawley, a seafood expert, tapeworms are commonly found in salmon!Pak! The only thing to be done to get rid of the tapeworm from the fish is to completely cook it or freeze it at -31 degrees Farenheit  for at least 15 hours.&lt;br /&gt;See? Don't be too trusty with your fishy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-549962046457197731?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/549962046457197731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=549962046457197731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/549962046457197731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/549962046457197731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/08/threats-of-sashimi.html' title='The Threats of Sashimi'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SK8pCeQRTjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/FhuR6nUMmP4/s72-c/new_sashimi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7680740178014857001</id><published>2008-08-21T03:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T05:48:05.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter 6 Movie Release Moved To July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SKyHq6jTUFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sSTFLUdTsiE/s1600-h/Harry+Potter+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SKyHq6jTUFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sSTFLUdTsiE/s400/Harry+Potter+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236709638066622546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now we're disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;We don't know why the release of the upcoming 6th Harry Potter movie was moved to a different date. We've been so excited to see the movie which was reported to be released November this year.&lt;br /&gt;In the book, the half-blood prince is meant to be Professor Snape. I was so anxious to see Ginny and Harry's kissing scene in the Gryffindor common room and I can't even wait for the November 2008 release, then it's being moved to next year! mahahay!&lt;br /&gt;Allegations said that producers of the movie would not want to compete with the highest-grosser movie this year, The Dark Knight. Or they just want more money?&lt;br /&gt;Others showed their rage about the delay, but I myself would like to wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;Please see apology of Alan Horn, President of Warner Bothers, in mugglenet.com about Harry Potter 6's delay of release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7680740178014857001?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7680740178014857001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7680740178014857001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7680740178014857001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7680740178014857001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/08/harry-potter-6-release-moved-to-july.html' title='Harry Potter 6 Movie Release Moved To July 2009'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SKyHq6jTUFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sSTFLUdTsiE/s72-c/Harry+Potter+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-4334491936267591656</id><published>2008-08-17T03:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:17:14.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fingers'/><title type='text'>Why Fourth Finger is the Ring Finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are a lot of myths that are sprouting why we wear our wedding rings in our fourth finger. I have found a cool explanation about this in Multiply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly, open your palms (face to face), bend the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1217999054_37"&gt;middle fingers&lt;/span&gt; and hold them together - back to back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly, open and hold the remaining &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1217999054_38" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;three fingers&lt;/span&gt; and the thumb - tip to tip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, try to separate your thumbs (representing the parents)..., they will open, because your parents are not destined to live with you lifelong, and have to leave you sooner or later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join your thumbs as before and separate your &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1217999054_39" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Index fingers&lt;/span&gt; (representing siblings)...they will also open, because your brothers and sisters will have their own families and will have to lead their own &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1217999054_40"&gt;separate lives&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now join the Index fingers and separate your &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1217999054_41" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Little fingers&lt;/span&gt; (representing your children)...they will open too, because the children also will get married and settle down on their own some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, join your Little fingers, and try to separate your &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1217999054_42" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Ring fingers&lt;/span&gt; (representing your spouse).&lt;br /&gt;You will be surprised to see that you just CANNOT, because Husband &amp;amp; Wife have to remain together all their lives - through thick and thin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it and you'll see. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-4334491936267591656?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/4334491936267591656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=4334491936267591656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4334491936267591656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4334491936267591656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-fourth-finger-is-ring-finger.html' title='Why Fourth Finger is the Ring Finger'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6553621661107451157</id><published>2008-08-14T02:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:49:25.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rivermaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bamboo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Kung Ayaw Mo, Huwag Mo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Bamboo Live Series in my iPod keeps on playing and playing. I just thought of posting my most favorite song during his Rivermaya days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SKMrfJLKE_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/FE97Tr13gvs/s1600-h/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SKMrfJLKE_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/FE97Tr13gvs/s400/untitled1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234075005973304306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ng dedmahan ng teleponong&lt;br /&gt;Apat na magdamag nang di umiimik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung di ka tatawagan,&lt;br /&gt;May pag-asa kayang&lt;br /&gt;Maisip mo ako't biglang ma-miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kita mapipilit kung ayaw mo,&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo akong isipin, bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kita mapipigil kung balak mong&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iwanang nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwes, walkathon ako patungo riyan&lt;br /&gt;Isosoli ko lang lahat ng mga sulat mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At may katok pa yatang doorbell niyo&lt;br /&gt;Magtatatlong oras na'ko dito... hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kita mapipilit kung ayaw mo,&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo akong isipin, bahala ka.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kita mapipigil kung balak mong&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iwanang nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kita mapipilit kung ayaw mo,&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo akong isipin, bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kita mapipigil kung balak mong&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iwanang nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw mo huwag,&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw mo huwag,&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw mo-&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw mo, huwag mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw mo huwag,&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw mo huwag,&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw mo-&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw mo, huwag mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6553621661107451157?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6553621661107451157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6553621661107451157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6553621661107451157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6553621661107451157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/08/kung-ayaw-mo-huwag-mo.html' title='Kung Ayaw Mo, Huwag Mo!'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SKMrfJLKE_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/FE97Tr13gvs/s72-c/untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6595165768192133341</id><published>2008-08-09T05:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:21:56.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgo'/><title type='text'>Being a VIRGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Found this cool interpretations in a friend's blog and I kind of got overwhelmed with it. Haha. Nice one, BEST SEXUAL PARTNER. where are you in that? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;VIRGO - THE BEST SEXUAL PARTNER (8/23-9/22) Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. EXTREMELY SEXY. Predict future. Loves being in long relationships. Has lots of friends. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Also not a fighter, but if they have to, they will also knock the lights out of you if it comes down to it.Cool. Loves to own Geminis' in sports. Extremely fun. Loves to joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJy4oQVOKfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mLMcRk1I9Ho/s1600-h/virgo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJy4oQVOKfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mLMcRk1I9Ho/s320/virgo8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232259868815927794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6595165768192133341?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6595165768192133341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6595165768192133341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6595165768192133341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6595165768192133341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-virgo.html' title='Being a VIRGO'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJy4oQVOKfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mLMcRk1I9Ho/s72-c/virgo8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-214128189135947156</id><published>2008-08-08T03:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T04:22:13.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='888'/><title type='text'>8-8-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aside from the fact that the Olympics is now being held in China, August 8, 2008 has this significance to more people. 888 in Chinese, are very much lucky numbers. I have once read in a newspaper when cellphone numbers had their birth, a Chinese, in China of course, really fought in bidding for the cellphone number which had three 8s in the end.&lt;br /&gt;The number 8 is lucky in the Chinese lands because of its symmetrical shape. If the number 8 will be cut either horizontally or vertically, each will have a mirror of itself. In Chinese Astrology, symmetrical is ideal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(source: http://www.onlinechineseastrology.com/content-detail.aspx?ID=108)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one reason why number 8 is lucky if you ask some people here in the Philippines is because it does not have an end. It doesn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;The date 8-8-08 is also lucky for weddings. Luckier, as they said, than the date 7-7-07.&lt;br /&gt;Have a lucky 8-8-08 to all of you!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJtX6SHQrRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vwx4E9kbcKo/s1600-h/00FYvu-28667984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJtX6SHQrRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vwx4E9kbcKo/s320/00FYvu-28667984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231872050927283474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-214128189135947156?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/214128189135947156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=214128189135947156&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/214128189135947156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/214128189135947156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/08/8-8-08.html' title='8-8-08'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJtX6SHQrRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vwx4E9kbcKo/s72-c/00FYvu-28667984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-673101803887190102</id><published>2008-08-05T04:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:17.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brandon boyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked'/><title type='text'>Brandon Boyd in Protect Your Largest Organ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJdkwDpIXaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/z93USHl-8I8/s1600-h/marc_jacobs_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJdkwDpIXaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/z93USHl-8I8/s320/marc_jacobs_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230760268988439970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(www.kitmeout.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This year, Marc Jacobs had this upraise or wake-up call for the people to protect our skin against any harmful diseases or sickness that might affect the largest organ of our body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was amazed to find out that together with an array of beautiful celebrities, Brandon has joined this program of Marc Jacobs. This is somewhat a kind of a CSR or Corporate Social Responsibility for Marc Jacobs to have a call for us to protect the, if not the most important, then the organ which, if not treated well, might let us get down with the big C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Celebrities went naked for this Social Responsibility program by Marc Jacobs. They posed without any clothings on for photos and these photos were then printed in shirts. Cool shirts! And LUCKY us! Brandon was in the shirt, naked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aside from showing us how sexy he is, he's also opening our minds to protect the skin we're in as well as our largest organ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These shirts with naked celebrities, promoting Skin Protection were said to be only available in Marc Jacobs stores. But I saw one in Ebay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJdkwlFgWFI/AAAAAAAAAds/XcogSjw9Qyk/s1600-h/MJ_naked_t_brandon_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJdkwlFgWFI/AAAAAAAAAds/XcogSjw9Qyk/s320/MJ_naked_t_brandon_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230760277965822034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;(http://cgi.ebay.com.hk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-673101803887190102?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/673101803887190102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=673101803887190102&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/673101803887190102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/673101803887190102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/08/brandon-boyd-in-protect-your-largest.html' title='Brandon Boyd in Protect Your Largest Organ'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJdkwDpIXaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/z93USHl-8I8/s72-c/marc_jacobs_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-889035938790654909</id><published>2008-08-02T04:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T04:44:34.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angelina jolie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brad pitt'/><title type='text'>$15 million for just a pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How on earth can you imagine that? Stop imagining. Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie has sold their twins' pictures to People Magazine for 15 fu**ing million dollars. You see, if you hire a triple dozen of bodyguards for your family, rent a very, very private villa in France, gave birth in a very private hospital in France, and you are Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, your kids just deserve 15 million dollars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The beauty of being a celebrity. Controversial celebrities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;More and more people are becoming interested with the faces of Knox Leon Joli-Pitt and Vivienne Marcheline Jolie-Pitt. I, myself would even buy a People Magazine if they're featured in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-889035938790654909?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/889035938790654909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=889035938790654909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/889035938790654909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/889035938790654909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-million-for-just-pic.html' title='$15 million for just a pic'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7745962698111885317</id><published>2008-08-01T03:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:17.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='necklace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tory Burch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leather'/><title type='text'>it's a bib necklace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJIamRsxeLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/oH2pFQdEqDc/s1600-h/vertical_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJIamRsxeLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/oH2pFQdEqDc/s320/vertical_pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229271362219112626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(picture from: http://www.style.com/shopping/itemoftheweek/072808)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;come fall season in the other parts of the world, this new accessory will be a hit and is actually becoming popular. A bib necklace with its leather and metal features by Tory Burch. I would only wear it if I am in an orange tube top. And I don't even look that good when wearing a tube!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7745962698111885317?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7745962698111885317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7745962698111885317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7745962698111885317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7745962698111885317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-bib-necklace.html' title='it&apos;s a bib necklace'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJIamRsxeLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/oH2pFQdEqDc/s72-c/vertical_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-4210383454156038605</id><published>2008-07-31T04:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:18.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david cook'/><title type='text'>David Cook is coming to town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really liked David Cook during the last season of American Idol. He was my bet, and luckily, he won the title. One great news to my fellow Filipino lovers of David Cook! He's coming to the Philippines on January. Please visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/entertainment/entertainment/view/20080729-151462/David-Cook-January-concert-in-RP"&gt;Inquirer.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; for the info on this matter. He's coming January and I'm excited even though I'm sure I'm not watching it. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm just proud that Philippines is one of the first countries that he's going to visit post-idol moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJDKaZqzPdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KuAEuGh3sqE/s1600-h/05-22-2008.NGL_22cook.GID2DFPDL.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJDKaZqzPdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KuAEuGh3sqE/s320/05-22-2008.NGL_22cook.GID2DFPDL.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228901722292960722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-4210383454156038605?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/4210383454156038605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=4210383454156038605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4210383454156038605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4210383454156038605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/07/david-cook-is-coming-to-town.html' title='David Cook is coming to town!'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SJDKaZqzPdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KuAEuGh3sqE/s72-c/05-22-2008.NGL_22cook.GID2DFPDL.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-5553785356004324101</id><published>2008-07-30T03:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:18.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paano kita iibigin'/><title type='text'>Regine &amp; Piolo: Paano Kita Iibigin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SI92Ezf3aMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/pCkL6DtOOC8/s1600-h/PAANO+KITA+IIBIGIN+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SI92Ezf3aMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/pCkL6DtOOC8/s320/PAANO+KITA+IIBIGIN+Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228527517315852482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know this is kinda late for a movie review. The movie was shown on theaters like ages ago. But I would never like to have a review on it. I would like to have little moments, little reactions on it, and uhm, some little dwelling and crying for the whole story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I watched (re-watched, actually) the movie last Saturday while waiting for the arrival of someone very special to me whom I really missed the most and was only been gone ten days or so. He was in Manila then when we had an exchange of SMSes. Coincidentally, we were watching the same movie on the same channel but in just different places. And unfortunately, I ended watching the movie all by myself coz he turned off his TV and headed off to the airport to come see me!Yipee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No more elaborations, I would like to proceed with the little reactions, little moments, and little dwelling and crying. Imagine yourself being Marteena (played by Regine), you are loving, and the love is unrequited. Well, you actually don't know if it is unrequited or not, because the guy (played by Piolo) is so Mr. Misunderstood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cried in this line, when Marteena was asking him, "Mahal mo ba ako? Mahal mo ba ako?!"  And he said, "I NEVER GOT THERE..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-5553785356004324101?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/5553785356004324101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=5553785356004324101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5553785356004324101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5553785356004324101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/07/regine-piolo-paano-kita-iibigin.html' title='Regine &amp; Piolo: Paano Kita Iibigin'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SI92Ezf3aMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/pCkL6DtOOC8/s72-c/PAANO+KITA+IIBIGIN+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-4435848944369724991</id><published>2008-07-26T03:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:18.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high high-heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>too cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nevermind the models' unpleasing toenails. hahah. Too cute, but I would never dare put these on. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIouBRLaN9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/BKKPdZGZ5rc/s1600-h/toocute1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIouBRLaN9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/BKKPdZGZ5rc/s320/toocute1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227040916842887122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIouCGLQ_WI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8gH-FZaMe8s/s1600-h/toocute2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIouCGLQ_WI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8gH-FZaMe8s/s320/toocute2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227040931069361506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-4435848944369724991?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/4435848944369724991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=4435848944369724991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4435848944369724991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/4435848944369724991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-cute.html' title='too cute'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIouBRLaN9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/BKKPdZGZ5rc/s72-c/toocute1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-8690156239758449958</id><published>2008-07-24T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:19.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brandon boyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>me and brandon boyd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i would like to interpret this dream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me, brandon boyd, an underground room made to be storage for sportscar, a single bed, Brandon in a homely tshirt ready to be ripped off, and I lying on the single bed next to Brandon Boyd in that cozy storage room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha. Imagine a basement made as a storage of whippin' sportscars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It means Brandon is too huge to be in a basement but still brings with him the coolness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Single bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aheem. That single bed is for the two of us. I lying in his left arm, and his right arms embracing me. Really a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brandon in a homely t-shirt ready to be ripped off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As what I have read about the godly Brandon Boyd, everything he wore belonged to someone else except of course the underwears and the socks. Ready to be ripped off means, ready for me to rip them off. hahaha. We always see Brandon Boyd in those ratty clothes so I guess that's just him in my dream. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I and him lying on that single bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, well, well...hmmm, isn't it amazingly awesome?! This means, I have been longing for this to happen. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Subconsciously, I have raped Brandon Boyd. Your guy! Beat that!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIeKtM9LozI/AAAAAAAAAck/kfIRzw1SgRQ/s1600-h/47vwcg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIeKtM9LozI/AAAAAAAAAck/kfIRzw1SgRQ/s200/47vwcg8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226298401763337010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is how he looked like after the rape scene. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-8690156239758449958?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/8690156239758449958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=8690156239758449958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8690156239758449958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8690156239758449958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-and-brandon-boyd.html' title='me and brandon boyd'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIeKtM9LozI/AAAAAAAAAck/kfIRzw1SgRQ/s72-c/47vwcg8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-3115575252215294635</id><published>2008-07-23T04:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:19.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urbandub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guillotine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock n&apos; roll'/><title type='text'>headbangin' even if you have no idea</title><content type='html'>I filed a vacation leave, bought a pair of cute knee-length shorts, decided to wear a black blouse to keep the spirit of rockin' and rollin' and then I had no idea what's the vocalist's name. The only song of Urbandub that I am familiar with is Guillotine. Introduced by a friend, to put in my ipod. I have seen the music video, but I am still not aware of the band and it's members.&lt;br /&gt;I have kind of tried to ready myself searching for the songs of Urbandub before the July 18th gig in UPV. But my trying wasn't enough because I have not found any. Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I did enjoy the headbangin' part which I did with my friend who knows one or two songs of Urbandub. But I should say, if you see a band in flesh, you become more curious about them. They had great songs, easy to listen to, and the best lyrics.  If I will see Urbandub playing on TV or hear them on the radio, I would say, I have attended a gig of that band and it was worth the rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are camwhoring before and after the gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIZCFFSqmII/AAAAAAAAAcM/UnVKLdAo9wo/s1600-h/DSC08246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIZCFFSqmII/AAAAAAAAAcM/UnVKLdAo9wo/s200/DSC08246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225937072697284738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;running after the cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIZCFWD7hqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nvGlCWmntvc/s1600-h/1_794403044l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIZCFWD7hqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nvGlCWmntvc/s200/1_794403044l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225937077198882466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the three of us,  Beth, Me, and Shella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIZCFai-VKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/QsI6rFuVRkI/s1600-h/DSC08262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIZCFai-VKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/QsI6rFuVRkI/s200/DSC08262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225937078402831522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andie telling us to go home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks to Shella and Andie for the pics which I had the freedom to save and post them here in my blogger. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-3115575252215294635?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/3115575252215294635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=3115575252215294635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3115575252215294635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3115575252215294635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/07/headbangin-even-if-you-have-no-idea.html' title='headbangin&apos; even if you have no idea'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SIZCFFSqmII/AAAAAAAAAcM/UnVKLdAo9wo/s72-c/DSC08246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-5811718651481991350</id><published>2008-07-22T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:33:16.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiumph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>living love</title><content type='html'>Youth must triumph...NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Love must triumph...NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, it will be life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doing the right things and living love while young is doing the right things and living with love until the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-5811718651481991350?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/5811718651481991350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=5811718651481991350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5811718651481991350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5811718651481991350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-love.html' title='living love'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-3137804329640909138</id><published>2008-07-18T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:20.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><title type='text'>what's your romantic date?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SH-pawn_wLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/pttV_yuVjtg/s1600-h/16173_silhouetted_romantic_couple_kissing_and_making_out_while_sitting_on_a_bench_under_the_stars_in_front_of_a_full_heart_shaped_moon_on_valentine39s_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SH-pawn_wLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/pttV_yuVjtg/s320/16173_silhouetted_romantic_couple_kissing_and_making_out_while_sitting_on_a_bench_under_the_stars_in_front_of_a_full_heart_shaped_moon_on_valentine39s_day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224080369967415474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was dazzled when a cousin whom I treat as a baby sister asked me what would be an ideal romantic date.&lt;br /&gt;She said, for her, a romantic date would be, you and your boyfriend, sitting in the seashore when the sun is setting. But I thought to myself that would be an old, used, rotten romanticism if I may say so.  My cousin may have heard it from someone, or read it from a book, or worse, a talk show host. Nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;So, my idea of a romantic date would be sitting next to someone you love in your cousin's room and talking about anything that you two want, like his life when he is working, and the dreams and hopes that you want to achieve. Then he kisses you. haha. That's all about it. A romantic date doesn't mean you should be renting a cottage in a beach or pay an entrance fee to just be in the a seashore. It does not require a lot of roses and chocolates and stuffed animals to be romantic. It just requires you and him and both your presence.&lt;br /&gt;Being with the one you love is romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we perceive a romantic date differently, so it's subjective.&lt;br /&gt;So YOU! yes, you. What's your romantic date? Or, what is romantic for you?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-3137804329640909138?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/3137804329640909138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=3137804329640909138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3137804329640909138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3137804329640909138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-your-romantic-date.html' title='what&apos;s your romantic date?'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SH-pawn_wLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/pttV_yuVjtg/s72-c/16173_silhouetted_romantic_couple_kissing_and_making_out_while_sitting_on_a_bench_under_the_stars_in_front_of_a_full_heart_shaped_moon_on_valentine39s_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-8801605808480777805</id><published>2008-07-09T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:20.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanky as a gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SHPBuAwZgLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/-I-SD-mceTM/s1600-h/PlainHankerchief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SHPBuAwZgLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/-I-SD-mceTM/s200/PlainHankerchief.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220729389273678002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was like 9 years old when I heard about the superstitious belief about a handkerchief. That is, to never give a hanky as a gift because sooner you will make the receiver of the gift cry for whatever reason it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last May, I and my friends went to Boracay. And I never thought of anything to give to my then-boyfriend (he's an ex now). I saw this handkerchief made from sarong-cloth. I never even doubted in buying it. Except that it was affordable, it can be used by my boyfriend anytime he wants and nobody will know it came from Bora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a month, I broke up with my boyfriend. He came up to me asking why. And he cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-8801605808480777805?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/8801605808480777805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=8801605808480777805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8801605808480777805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8801605808480777805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/07/hanky-as-gift.html' title='hanky as a gift'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SHPBuAwZgLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/-I-SD-mceTM/s72-c/PlainHankerchief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7514555598079076642</id><published>2008-07-08T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:18:34.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S A D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Teardrops On My Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;That I want and I need everything that we should be&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;br /&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;br /&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt; The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt; He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;He's the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just feel how sad would it be if you're in the girl's place. There are things in life that we think are the only thing that will keep us alive or the only thing that we think is the missing piece in our lives. Perfect for us, but we cannot own them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And it feels more S A D if we can touch or talk to the one we long for, but we cannot have them for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7514555598079076642?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7514555598079076642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7514555598079076642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7514555598079076642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7514555598079076642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/07/s-d.html' title='S A D'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6924854457529214517</id><published>2008-07-02T03:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:20.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADIDAS Runner Sleek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SGqMnNeAYdI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Mong_ENizKw/s1600-h/915168_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SGqMnNeAYdI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Mong_ENizKw/s200/915168_F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218137723520442834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is what I've got. :&gt; I've been talking about the worth &lt;a href="http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/06/cc-as-in-credit-card.html"&gt;Php3000 Adidas Street Gear&lt;/a&gt; that I was gonna avail with the Php2000 minimum purchase that I had with my very first credit card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This part of the Adidas Runner Sleek Series. And the one I got is a running silhouette during the early 1980s which is a female/feminine reinterpretation. The shoe is part of the Valentine's Day series and features. Now, I don't wonder why there is this cute little heart pinned in the shoe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6924854457529214517?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6924854457529214517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6924854457529214517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6924854457529214517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6924854457529214517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/07/adidas-runner-sleek.html' title='ADIDAS Runner Sleek'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SGqMnNeAYdI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Mong_ENizKw/s72-c/915168_F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6607206088595692295</id><published>2008-06-28T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:20.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credit card'/><title type='text'>CC as in Credit Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SGVDWWzw0AI/AAAAAAAAAbs/usMiTjgIkAw/s1600-h/CC.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SGVDWWzw0AI/AAAAAAAAAbs/usMiTjgIkAw/s200/CC.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216649794737459202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I now have my very first credit card. I was very hesitant at first to get one because I am such a very impulsive buyer! I was also advised by a friend that a credit card will only cause you loads of burden, FINANCIALLY. That is, if you are limitless in buying things you want electronically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now let's talk about the credit card that I've got. I am so excited because the credit card company has this promo that if a cardholder will have its first purchase of worth Php2000, there is gonna be a worth Php3000 free of any Adidas street gear. How lucky can I get!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I let my aunt use my card who is having her monthly grocery. The grocery amounted to Php3316, and I now got my above-minimum purchase with no hassle and no problem on how to pay a Php2000 by next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow, I am gonna avail that FREE worth  Php3000 Adidas street gear. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6607206088595692295?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6607206088595692295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6607206088595692295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6607206088595692295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6607206088595692295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/06/cc-as-in-credit-card.html' title='CC as in Credit Card'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SGVDWWzw0AI/AAAAAAAAAbs/usMiTjgIkAw/s72-c/CC.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7409668349897575998</id><published>2008-06-27T03:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:21.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18th birthday'/><title type='text'>18th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have never had the chance to celebrate it. In fact, we are three children in the family, all girls, and I was the only one who never had the chance to blow those 18 candles in a styrofoam-made staircase with a blue-dressed plastic Barbie at the top. But I never envied anyone who had the chance and money to celebrate it. I don't know but maybe I grew with the belief that being 18 isn't the "it" age and the "adult proper" age and all that jazz. I grew with the belief that it is just a number. Every birthday is worth celebrating and we can have lavish and bonggacious parties even if we're 50!&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, we didn't have the money to have a "welcome me to the adult world" celebration. Period. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The day I became 18, my mother and my father had, I think, a huge fight which caused silence in our home. Nobody remembered my birthday, except me. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am 22. Going on 23. I'm still thinking at what age will I be blowing those 18 candles in a styrofoam-made staircase with a blue-dressed plastic Barbie at the top. You get it, I'll be celebrating my 18th birthday. Not when I become 23. Maybe when I become 30 or 40. ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SGP0ZhoMlfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OrBoo-ex-eo/s1600-h/cj_debut+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SGP0ZhoMlfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OrBoo-ex-eo/s200/cj_debut+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216281512786040306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7409668349897575998?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7409668349897575998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7409668349897575998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7409668349897575998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7409668349897575998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/06/18th-birthday.html' title='18th birthday'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SGP0ZhoMlfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OrBoo-ex-eo/s72-c/cj_debut+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7937651207676983804</id><published>2008-06-20T04:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:21.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy, beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SFq_-1oNamI/AAAAAAAAAbU/iSVlIW6FxlQ/s1600-h/hancock_london_premiere_2_wenn1928448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SFq_-1oNamI/AAAAAAAAAbU/iSVlIW6FxlQ/s320/hancock_london_premiere_2_wenn1928448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213690604903295586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SFq__LwVlNI/AAAAAAAAAbc/tACmbQiAkYM/s1600-h/hancock_premiere_130_wenn5152501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SFq__LwVlNI/AAAAAAAAAbc/tACmbQiAkYM/s320/hancock_premiere_130_wenn5152501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213690610842965202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;need i say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7937651207676983804?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7937651207676983804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7937651207676983804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7937651207676983804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7937651207676983804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/06/sexy-beautiful.html' title='sexy, beautiful'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SFq_-1oNamI/AAAAAAAAAbU/iSVlIW6FxlQ/s72-c/hancock_london_premiere_2_wenn1928448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-3088128991270079864</id><published>2008-06-18T04:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T04:44:34.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>instinct told me so</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;its been a while. i already have my Bamboo draft for my next entry but work kept me busy I cannot even open my Friendster account nor go to the restroom to have some rest. nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;well, after almost three weeks of not putting an entry in here, many things had just happened to me. I changed my hair style, placed my family first in line, and broke a person's heart.&lt;br /&gt;I am telling a real story here and I'm not proud to say that. But instinct told me so.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel free and the dagger that's been in my heart for almost 8 months, has been pulled by someone instrumental in getting me out of the mess that I myself created.&lt;br /&gt;I broke up with him on our month-sary which is 4 days before his birthday. That's June 11, the morning I woke up, it was June 12, Philippine's Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom for All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-3088128991270079864?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/3088128991270079864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=3088128991270079864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3088128991270079864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3088128991270079864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/06/instinct-told-me-so.html' title='instinct told me so'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-5294559321427777282</id><published>2008-05-22T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:22.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and DAVID COOK wins the game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDUFqmH_hXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3B7dC-iISig/s1600-h/david%2Bcook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDUFqmH_hXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3B7dC-iISig/s320/david%2Bcook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203071173843191154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mother really cared for David Cook. We were devastated with the judges' opinions and comments on every David Cook performance yesterday. Great thing he won the AI finals with 54% of the million votes. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-5294559321427777282?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/5294559321427777282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=5294559321427777282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5294559321427777282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5294559321427777282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-david-cook-wins-game.html' title='...and DAVID COOK wins the game...'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDUFqmH_hXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3B7dC-iISig/s72-c/david%2Bcook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7851292445393963220</id><published>2008-05-21T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:22.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david cook'/><title type='text'>american idol 2008 finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDOtV5ETDjI/AAAAAAAAAas/6pyW7pcVMfs/s1600-h/americanidol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDOtV5ETDjI/AAAAAAAAAas/6pyW7pcVMfs/s200/americanidol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202692586150759986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm rooting for D A V I D  C O O K !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDOtWZETDkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HuZIuptkOVY/s1600-h/AI_12_DavidCook_HW_073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDOtWZETDkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HuZIuptkOVY/s200/AI_12_DavidCook_HW_073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202692594740694594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDOtWZETDlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9qWbwKE0JoQ/s1600-h/haircutcopymh6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDOtWZETDlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9qWbwKE0JoQ/s200/haircutcopymh6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202692594740694610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7851292445393963220?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7851292445393963220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7851292445393963220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7851292445393963220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7851292445393963220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idol-2008-finals.html' title='american idol 2008 finals'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDOtV5ETDjI/AAAAAAAAAas/6pyW7pcVMfs/s72-c/americanidol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-2548368552592254911</id><published>2008-05-20T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:22.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were joking our father that he is so out of the competition when it comes to the talks of the green thing called M O N E Y, baby! he and his younger sister are not in good terms for a very long time. his sister who turns out to be our aunt, despises us all, my father, my mother, I and my two other siblings. I don't know what's with her. ahee.&lt;br /&gt;she has a daughter who is in the USA now, and I have no idea if she rains her mother over with money, and this aunt also has a son who is such a burden in her back. burden means-- she gets back home from her domestic helping in Cyprus, and pays her sons debts, pays his bail, and fights with him in the middle of the night waking up their neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;When we said he is so out of the competition, I was amazed when he answered, "At least I have my peace of mind. My two eldest daughters have their own careers now, and the youngest is graduating this October. I can sleep well at night and anytime God will take me, I am ready. I have no angst or any unfinished business that I might mind when I'm dead because all of my children are accomplished."&lt;br /&gt;Yup, nobody can buy a peace of mind. My father has also mentioned that any millionaires in the world would give up their millions if there is a merchandise called peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;A story also comes to my thinking. I have a co-member in our reading ministry who belongs to a political leaders family here in Iloilo City. His surname says so. He once shared that he is so thankful that eventhough he has no money or not in power like his relatives, everytime his head reaches his pillow, he sleeps immediately. Unlike his relatives, before getting into bed, they would first check if the windows and doors of their homes are locked, and if there is a gun under their pillows. See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind is such a simple state that a person will have but getting it is having to get through many obstacles and do the right deeds.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDJtuZETDiI/AAAAAAAAAak/9Gz7AJ5LmmM/s1600-h/%5B4451%5Dpeace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDJtuZETDiI/AAAAAAAAAak/9Gz7AJ5LmmM/s200/%5B4451%5Dpeace2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202341163336666658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-2548368552592254911?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/2548368552592254911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=2548368552592254911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2548368552592254911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2548368552592254911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/05/peace-of-mind.html' title='peace of mind'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDJtuZETDiI/AAAAAAAAAak/9Gz7AJ5LmmM/s72-c/%5B4451%5Dpeace2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-9123242796292213740</id><published>2008-05-16T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:23.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought i was gonna lose a dog again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SC08BZETDhI/AAAAAAAAAac/KSQFmHXy9eY/s1600-h/IMG_3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SC08BZETDhI/AAAAAAAAAac/KSQFmHXy9eY/s200/IMG_3245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200879139289239058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when i and my mother arrived home, our two little puppies came in hopping and running after me. i named them after the famous duo, Brad and Angelina. ahee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That time it was raining very bad, the weather was not that good. when we left the house that afternoon and left the two puppies all by themselves, my mother thought the rain would stop. but it didn't, and still continued until we get back home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was eating some bread when the two of them came and gave me those cute little puppy-eyes to which I cannot say no. i took some pieces from what I was eating and then Angelina, the female puppy, (hihihi but ofkors), suddenly snobbed me and went under the center table in our living room. I thought to myself, she was very jolly and happy when we arrived and now, she's acting like this?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dinner time came, we thought she was just hungry and wants to eat dinner not just a bread, i really paid attention. And unfortunately, she did what i was expecting. She didn't eat her dinner. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I let them sleep in my room just to make sure Ange drinks some water. (Note: this is very important. Our vet has once advised us that even the dog won't eat food, at least it will drink some water.) I wake up from time to time just to make sure my little Ange can have some water inside her body. I injected the water in her mouth just to make sure she drinks it. She won't drink the water if its in their drinking container. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At three a.m., i woke up seeing my mother in my room. She was playing with the two. And I was surprised to see Ange playing and being so hyper. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really thanked God myself. It was just a little rumbling of the stomach and maybe a little depression because we left them all by themselves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-9123242796292213740?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/9123242796292213740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=9123242796292213740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/9123242796292213740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/9123242796292213740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-thought-i-was-gonna-lose-dog-again.html' title='i thought i was gonna lose a dog again'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SC08BZETDhI/AAAAAAAAAac/KSQFmHXy9eY/s72-c/IMG_3245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-5227442781997854366</id><published>2008-05-14T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:09:21.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incubus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss you'/><title type='text'>i became an addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, addict to incubus' I MISS YOU. it became my LSS these past few days. my friend referred me to this song. i have heard it once before she even told me about it. but when she said that the song is great, i tried listening to it again. And now, i'm addicted to it! I don't miss somebody in particular. But there is this somebody whom I always see everyday but the 'seeing' per se, cannot fill in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Understand and feel the lyrics. You'll feel it more if you listen to the audio. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/XA0xsdAzcI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/XA0xsdAzcI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To see you when I wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is a gift I didn't think could be real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To know that you feel the same as I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is a three-fold, utopian dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You do something to me that I can't explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So would I be out of line if I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I'll see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;whether far or soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I need you to know that I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-5227442781997854366?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/5227442781997854366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=5227442781997854366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5227442781997854366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5227442781997854366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-became-addict.html' title='i became an addict'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1555445505865041353</id><published>2008-05-09T05:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:24.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer samahan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally the much anticipated vacation of the year (for us, three) had happened. same thing happened again last year, our contact in Boracay did her famous excuse again. She is our contact in the island to find a room for us to stay in there. Last minute, she texted my friend that the owner of the apartelle/resort came and there will be an additional payment for us to be able to get a room. Good thing, that text came the night before our arrival to the island. Last year, she texted the same excuse when we were already in the pumpboat. Got no time to think of a strategy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, vacation as it is, it should be enjoyed. We got a room that suited our budget and then the rest is history. that left you thinking how we got the room equals to our budget. :P charms, people. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;here we are enjoying the beach and the sunburn that we had after bathing under the sun from 10am-5pm!nyaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SCNzA00YJ-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rCKxw8eyUV0/s1600-h/beachbums.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SCNzA00YJ-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rCKxw8eyUV0/s200/beachbums.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198124852931209186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SCNzBE0YJ_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/R5xE91uHzDU/s1600-h/IMG_3092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SCNzBE0YJ_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/R5xE91uHzDU/s200/IMG_3092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198124857226176498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SCNzBU0YKAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/D5_kSWuoiE0/s1600-h/IMG_3105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SCNzBU0YKAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/D5_kSWuoiE0/s200/IMG_3105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198124861521143810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SCNzBk0YKBI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lyMXWJ4a150/s1600-h/IMG_3133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SCNzBk0YKBI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lyMXWJ4a150/s200/IMG_3133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198124865816111122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SCNzB00YKCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/csai5JJDBQ0/s1600-h/IMG_3078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SCNzB00YKCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/csai5JJDBQ0/s200/IMG_3078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198124870111078434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1555445505865041353?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1555445505865041353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1555445505865041353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1555445505865041353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1555445505865041353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-samahan.html' title='summer samahan'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SCNzA00YJ-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rCKxw8eyUV0/s72-c/beachbums.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7404892309815225652</id><published>2008-05-01T05:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:24.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplating on something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when you're out there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;looking for that person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;keep these things in mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;people change no matter how hard they try not to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as you grow older, you mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and with each new level of maturity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;comes different ideas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;different needs and wants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the person who was perfect for you at twenty's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;could be the person you hate at thirty's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you have to find someone who will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grow with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;change with you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cry with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;remember that there is no such perfect person in this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but there will always be someone who will COMPLETE you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SBjhmX46PoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wy14RYXqLUw/s1600-h/lovers.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SBjhmX46PoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wy14RYXqLUw/s200/lovers.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195150219535859330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;text message ni frend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7404892309815225652?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7404892309815225652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7404892309815225652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7404892309815225652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7404892309815225652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/05/contemplating-on-something.html' title='contemplating on something'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SBjhmX46PoI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wy14RYXqLUw/s72-c/lovers.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1928850635882152276</id><published>2008-04-26T02:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:25.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really like Ashton Kutcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a big fan of celebrity blogs. the top three things that I always spend my time on browsing are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.dlisted.com/"&gt;Dlisted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.popsugar.com/"&gt;Popsugar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.icydk.com/"&gt;ICYDK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I found something that might interest Ashton Kutcher fans out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was browsing through ICYDK website, an article about Ashton caught my attention and he said these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“If I can smell your perfume and we’re not making out, you’re wearing too much. More of a lot of things in life is better. Perfume does not apply.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Women who wear big blingin’ stones don’t look like they have a lot of money; they look like they have a lot of someone else’s money. I don’t want my woman looking like she got bedazzled.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mahahay...see gals? He's just right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SBI5S346PnI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fwBDoVP7MiY/s1600-h/ashton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SBI5S346PnI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fwBDoVP7MiY/s320/ashton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193276316714679922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1928850635882152276?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1928850635882152276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1928850635882152276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1928850635882152276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1928850635882152276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-really-like-ashton-kutcher.html' title='i really like Ashton Kutcher'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SBI5S346PnI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fwBDoVP7MiY/s72-c/ashton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6416880198748843151</id><published>2008-04-24T05:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:25.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruity Summer Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Global Warming is not cool. whew. got it from a TV commercial. And it's actually summer now. everybody is planning to have some beach vacays, adventures, or just stay in the couch and watch TV for the whole day==&gt; this was my idea of a summer when i was younger. nyehe. And when we say summer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; reaches our minds. And a ray of sun now is not that good to our skin. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found this cool site in which we can find fruity and affordable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;stuffs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in taking care of our precious skin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have oily skin, that's why I am very conscious when a pimple sprouts out. Here are the great and affordable stuff that we can do for our oily skin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SA-wnH46PlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nfzwY9bQFlE/s1600-h/url.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SA-wnH46PlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nfzwY9bQFlE/s200/url.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192563081560604242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CLEANSE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Normal/Acne/Oily skin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mix 1 tablespoon plain or vanilla yogurt with the juice of 1/4 lemon &amp;amp; massage onto skin. Rinse with warm water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STEAM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After cleansing &amp;amp; before exfoliating, steam your skin to open the pores. Fill a 6 quart pot ¼ of the way full with water, cover with a lid and bring to a boil. (For astringent and tonic properties, add lemon juice to boiling water.) Take the pot off the stove and place it on an oven safe surface where it is a good height to lean over the pot exposing your face to the steam. For best results sit down at a table with a small to medium towel draped over the back of your head to keep the steam localized to the face. Steaming can occur for 5-10 min. Exfoliate after steaming.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXFOLIATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Normal/Acne/ Oily:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Combine 1 tablespoon of tomato juice with 1½ tablespoon of sugar, and massage in tiny circles all over face and neck. Avoid using near eyes. Rinse thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FACIAL MASKS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acne:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Whip together a clove of minced garlic, ½ tomato with seeds finely chopped, 1 tablespoon tomato juice &amp;amp; 1 egg white. Apply to skin, and to ensure the ingredients stay put, either lie down, or unfold a gauze pad, cut out holes for your eyes and mouth, moisten &amp;amp; press against skin over the mask.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/2007/06/get-gorgous-sum.html"&gt;source here and find more for your skin type.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6416880198748843151?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6416880198748843151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6416880198748843151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6416880198748843151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6416880198748843151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-sunshine.html' title='Fruity Summer Sunshine'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SA-wnH46PlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nfzwY9bQFlE/s72-c/url.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-5861452249718799789</id><published>2008-04-19T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:25.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was gonna own a japanese spitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SAj1YbQjqgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4lVUKjnH_tA/s1600-h/japanese_spitz_pups_03a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SAj1YbQjqgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4lVUKjnH_tA/s320/japanese_spitz_pups_03a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190668370527365634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my cousin's boyfriend has been promising to give puppies of their japanese spitz.  he said that he will hand me the puppy when it learns how to eat and not depend on its mother for food. i actually became very excited and let my mother compromise she will have to take care of it the minute it lands our home. my mother was very hesitant at the thought of having yet another dog in our house. she is still traumatized of what had happened to our little puppy Yuri. I have assured her that if ever Ill own one again, I will have it checked first with a vet so that no worries will come our way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it seems that the Japanese spitz promised to me was hanging in the air until now. i was joking my cousin that maybe the dog is eating gold dogfood by the time it reaches me. waaahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ill just cross my fingers about this. ill pray the boyfriend won't forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-5861452249718799789?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/5861452249718799789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=5861452249718799789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5861452249718799789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5861452249718799789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-gonna-own-japanese-spitz.html' title='i was gonna own a japanese spitz'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SAj1YbQjqgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4lVUKjnH_tA/s72-c/japanese_spitz_pups_03a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-2859822178826349368</id><published>2008-04-17T05:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T05:03:58.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion finds me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;found this cool site Polyvore.com and i should tell this is the one I have been looking for. I planned to make a blog about great fashion finds which i always read in celebrity blogs that I enjoy too much. And just a try: this is my everyday porma. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1292391"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjhMQjdBUGdMM1JHUVBIR01TYjdGakEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="my everyday porma" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-2859822178826349368?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/2859822178826349368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=2859822178826349368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2859822178826349368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2859822178826349368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/04/fashion-finds-me.html' title='fashion finds me'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-2689075840404738478</id><published>2008-04-16T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T04:25:50.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what color should your blog be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;mine should be purple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuno&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Blog Should Be Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/purple.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-2689075840404738478?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/2689075840404738478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=2689075840404738478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2689075840404738478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2689075840404738478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-color-should-your-blog-be.html' title='what color should your blog be'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1720830264530468928</id><published>2008-04-10T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:26.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bora, Bora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R_0JAXI0_DI/AAAAAAAAAYY/evxbRZcfYUg/s1600-h/28-04-07_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R_0JAXI0_DI/AAAAAAAAAYY/evxbRZcfYUg/s320/28-04-07_1701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187312247616371762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If not for Bamboo, I was gonna spend my earned money from the fund in buying some Pony sneakers. Last summer, we were in Bora because of B A M B O O and this summer, we are going to Boracay because, of course, of B A M B O O. haha.&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to visit Bohol and be amazed with their chocolate hills but a certain Typhoid Fever symptom attacked me, and my mother freaked out and decided to have not any plan in allowing me to go there.&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to Bamboo, nobody can stop me. Not even a monthly, girl-thing menstrual cycle.haha.&lt;br /&gt;I expect the same experiences and happiness just as what I have experienced last time that's why I'm going with my friends. I picture out myself wearing some bikini but then, I do not have plans to look at myself wearing a two-piece swimsuit. Just the top maybe and some shorts on the bottom. Haha. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1720830264530468928?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1720830264530468928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1720830264530468928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1720830264530468928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1720830264530468928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/04/bora-bora.html' title='Bora, Bora'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R_0JAXI0_DI/AAAAAAAAAYY/evxbRZcfYUg/s72-c/28-04-07_1701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-473425509720312432</id><published>2008-04-09T04:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:26.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it happened and now we have a brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R_vUeYq1FKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Fs5pPUW2R1U/s1600-h/_grasha_+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R_vUeYq1FKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Fs5pPUW2R1U/s200/_grasha_+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186973014330512546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;our parents kept on trying to have a little boy in the family and i guess, God just allowed them to have three girls to scold and be the main object of their problems just because a little boy (as God maybe sees it) will give them enough problems in life to look old in just the age of thirtytwo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister got married today and she brought a little boy in the family for us little girls to call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt;.nyahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-473425509720312432?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/473425509720312432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=473425509720312432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/473425509720312432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/473425509720312432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-happened-and-now-we-have-brother.html' title='it happened and now we have a brother!'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R_vUeYq1FKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Fs5pPUW2R1U/s72-c/_grasha_+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-3469335352212915821</id><published>2008-04-05T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:48:16.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diamonds and coal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;you may see anything in this song but i see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;HUMILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;If it’s good to complicate then both of us are doing fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Just keep your eyes on your part and leave me alone to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; If it’s good to instigate we’re a fast horse, bet on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; I’m not calling you an animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; I think we just fight too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Come on, in spite of this we’re doing just fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Even diamonds start as coal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Give us time to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Even diamonds start as coal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; We’re both aligned in framed of mind but circumstance has got us good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; And now you’re seeing a side of me I wished no one ever would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Yeah, if it’s right to pick a fight, we’re fingers in a sugar bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Love isn’t perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Even diamonds start out as coal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Hey now, in spite of this we’re doing just fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Even diamonds start as coal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Give us time to shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Even diamonds start as coal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; We’re incomplete and infantine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Even diamonds start as coal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Give it time girl, the fire feels divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; The sweetest things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; They burn before they shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; We think way too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Look at us losing touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; A promise is a promise until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Yeah, in spite of this we’re doing just fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Even diamonds start as coal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Give us time to shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Even diamonds starts as coal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; We’re incomplete and infantile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; Even diamonds start as coal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-3469335352212915821?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/3469335352212915821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=3469335352212915821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3469335352212915821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3469335352212915821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/04/diamonds-and-coal.html' title='diamonds and coal'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-9125915803631922471</id><published>2008-04-03T03:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reese, Jake, and Ryahn Philippe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's funny to see this pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reese and Jake having their vacation while strolling around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then they hit a magazine stand with Ryan Philippe's face on one of the covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R_PfDoq1FJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/W25oK1ql0Ec/s1600-h/orphea_8b1_gyllenspoon_npg_6wtmk.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R_PfDoq1FJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/W25oK1ql0Ec/s400/orphea_8b1_gyllenspoon_npg_6wtmk.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184732849583232146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://popsugar.com/"&gt;picture source &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-9125915803631922471?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/9125915803631922471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=9125915803631922471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/9125915803631922471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/9125915803631922471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/04/reese-jake-and-ryahn-philippe.html' title='Reese, Jake, and Ryahn Philippe'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R_PfDoq1FJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/W25oK1ql0Ec/s72-c/orphea_8b1_gyllenspoon_npg_6wtmk.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-5628351848251487611</id><published>2008-04-02T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:53:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God, it wasn't TYPHOID</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Holy Week was such a hit because it meant longer vacation days. too bad for me, as i ended my holy week, i felt this severe headache which caused a prolonged vacation to me. I did not go to work on a Monday. That severe headache made me let out all of the food that I've eaten on that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;People are saying that that's a symptom of a pregnant woman. Damn, I wasn't pregnant! Unfortunately. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;And I went to the doctor, to support the sick leave that I have passed to the management. The doctor said it CAN be Typhoid. But one thing is, I didn't have fever. But she had a patient with that case also. No fever, but WITH Typhoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I did the tests, and lucky me, the results were negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;And I'm back now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-5628351848251487611?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/5628351848251487611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=5628351848251487611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5628351848251487611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5628351848251487611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-god-it-wasnt-typhoid.html' title='thank God, it wasn&apos;t TYPHOID'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-116453215302012977</id><published>2008-03-20T02:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:27.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this holy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R-FeZIq1FHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3JF7YKssGNU/s1600-h/ChristCarryingCross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R-FeZIq1FHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3JF7YKssGNU/s200/ChristCarryingCross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179524832369644658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;this holy week, sacrifice with Him.&lt;br /&gt;He  gave up His life for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;and He has risen from the dead for everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-116453215302012977?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/116453215302012977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=116453215302012977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/116453215302012977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/116453215302012977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-holy-week.html' title='this holy week'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R-FeZIq1FHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3JF7YKssGNU/s72-c/ChristCarryingCross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6788567335214185948</id><published>2008-03-15T02:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:27.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spur of the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate plans. when there is a plan-in-the-mind activities that my friends want to enjoy. I say, i will come with them when the plan is really going to be materialized already.&lt;br /&gt;what i like is, i have this budgeted money in my pocket, i do some strutting in the mall, and then i saw this vintage top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; that i like and then i buy it. and what i feel when i go home carrying this spur-of-the-moment buy that i made, is total satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to have this, though.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R9rLY6qwkMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/q7PsEfyxjVs/s1600-h/51apCx%2BRKFL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R9rLY6qwkMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/q7PsEfyxjVs/s200/51apCx%2BRKFL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177674350541705410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R9rML6qwkNI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Atvb32WH3Ws/s1600-h/simg_t_oconverse_chuck_taylor_all_star_stencil_pink_low_unisex_canvas44_1jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R9rML6qwkNI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Atvb32WH3Ws/s200/simg_t_oconverse_chuck_taylor_all_star_stencil_pink_low_unisex_canvas44_1jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177675226715033810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;although i wish to have my spur of the moment decision in case i bump into one of these fantasies of mine.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck in decision-making!hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6788567335214185948?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6788567335214185948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6788567335214185948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6788567335214185948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6788567335214185948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/03/spur-of-moment.html' title='spur of the moment'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R9rLY6qwkMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/q7PsEfyxjVs/s72-c/51apCx%2BRKFL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-8286994787578940336</id><published>2008-03-13T05:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:27.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ex-luver, ex-fling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R9hPJqqwkLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zx2cxj70WnI/s1600-h/pdv090046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R9hPJqqwkLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zx2cxj70WnI/s200/pdv090046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176974799153434802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i feel awkward but i dreamt about someone in the past who has caused my knees to become jelly, caused my hair in the back stand as if a wolf is attacking me. In short I dreamt about someone who was equal to Brandon Boyd (in my own perspective) when I was a young ballerina in the dark. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ngiyahaha&lt;/span&gt;. meaning, i was lost when I had a crush on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i knew he has a girlfriend. i knew that he is not into me. but we played like we were children in an abandoned park ready to have some fun (something like Rain and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; in some scene in Full House). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ngyak&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had this water hose which was ready to splash and splurge hitting water on us. In short, we played with water. not on fire. another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ngiyahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we were playing, I just thought of the happy moments that I felt which he caused. An every night phone call which in one way or another made me waiting and expecting at the end when he didn't call anymore. The corniest jokes he would break on through in the middle of the conversation because he considers himself a humorous person in this joke world. And then I thought of his abandoning me like a lost puppy hanging in the air (so drama ever..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) ready to fall anytime and he was just there...dating another woman!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;waaaaah&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as I was thinking of those holy moments, and as i was looking at him playing with the water, he stopped and he kissed me. ON THE LIPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;damgo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tuod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-8286994787578940336?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/8286994787578940336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=8286994787578940336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8286994787578940336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8286994787578940336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/03/ex-luver-ex-fling.html' title='ex-luver, ex-fling'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R9hPJqqwkLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zx2cxj70WnI/s72-c/pdv090046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-925038662590838427</id><published>2008-03-05T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:34:55.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;girls out there, don't you want this to be dedicated to you? haaaay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's a yellow pair of running shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A holey pair of jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She looks great in cheap sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She looks great in anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's I want a piece of chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Take me to a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's I can't find a thing to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now and then she's moody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's a Saturn with a sunroof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; With her brown hair a-blowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's a soft place to land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And a good feeling knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's a warm conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; That I wouldn't miss for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's a fighter when she's mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And she's a lover when she's loving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And she's everything I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I talk about her, I go on and on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Cause she's everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's a Saturday out on the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And a church girl on Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's a cross around her neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And a cuss word 'cause its Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's a bubble bath and candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Baby come and kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's a one glass of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And she's feeling kinda tipsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's the giver I wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And the stealer of the covers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's a picture in my wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Of my unborn children's mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's the hand that I'm holding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; When I'm on my knees and praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's the answer to my prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And she's the song that I'm playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; [Repeat chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's the voice I love to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Someday when I'm ninety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's that wooden rocking chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I want rocking right beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Everyday that passes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I only love her more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeah, she's the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; That I'd lay down my own life for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And she's everything I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeah she's everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Everything I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She's everything to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-925038662590838427?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/925038662590838427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=925038662590838427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/925038662590838427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/925038662590838427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-everything.html' title='she&apos;s everything'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7814702203714461661</id><published>2008-03-04T03:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:28.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wedge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;not that i'm obsessed with it now, but, the wedges kind of tickled my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;anyway, current favorites and "fashionables" now just come and go, come and go, and then come and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;our mothers do have this kind of fashion in their younger years, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8xT_F4NSCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gHyCZTZxZd8/s1600-h/BC-Footwear-shoes-Threes-Co-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8xT_F4NSCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gHyCZTZxZd8/s200/BC-Footwear-shoes-Threes-Co-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173602415316650018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8xT_l4NSDI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1lplH43SZOY/s1600-h/positano-shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8xT_l4NSDI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1lplH43SZOY/s200/positano-shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173602423906584626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;"&gt;(my kind of wedge is this one, and i like it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8xUAV4NSEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/R-SXTS4j2zw/s1600-h/wedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8xUAV4NSEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/R-SXTS4j2zw/s200/wedge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173602436791486530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8xUAl4NSFI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/JPKjhq_LHq0/s1600-h/P10668599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8xUAl4NSFI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/JPKjhq_LHq0/s200/P10668599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173602441086453842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7814702203714461661?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7814702203714461661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7814702203714461661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7814702203714461661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7814702203714461661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/03/wedge.html' title='the wedge'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8xT_F4NSCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gHyCZTZxZd8/s72-c/BC-Footwear-shoes-Threes-Co-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-6714156659435149828</id><published>2008-03-01T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:29.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you go for a secret marriage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8hT014NR7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZI4SsO55YZQ/s1600-h/marriage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8hT014NR7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZI4SsO55YZQ/s200/marriage5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172476339316148146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when somebody asks you to marry him secretly, would you go for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;considering that you love him, too, and you also do not want him to fade out of your life?&lt;br /&gt;here's the catch. he is banned in your house. actually banned by your parents to come to your house and visit you. and he is actually banned because your parents do not want you to love him anymore. But here's another catch. YOU STILL LOVE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;would you go for the secret marriage or would you obey the rules of your parents made exceptionally for you and that little evil who keeps on pissing them?&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-6714156659435149828?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/6714156659435149828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=6714156659435149828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6714156659435149828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/6714156659435149828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/03/would-you-go-for-secret-marriage.html' title='would you go for a secret marriage?'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8hT014NR7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZI4SsO55YZQ/s72-c/marriage5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-3232710387463574424</id><published>2008-02-28T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:29.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8bc-g1RHuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9_YKGDWMKF4/s1600-h/brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8bc-g1RHuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9_YKGDWMKF4/s200/brandon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172064188604948194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;listen to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://grashana.multiply.com/music/item/26/Like_A_Virgin"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and you'll fall in love with Brandon Boyd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wasn't that aware and interested with Brandon Boyd nor the Band Incubus but this piece was forwarded to me by my friend who was talking about Incubus' Concert this coming March 9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this piece of song made my day today listening to the lovable voice of the vocalist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-3232710387463574424?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/3232710387463574424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=3232710387463574424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3232710387463574424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/3232710387463574424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/02/like-virgin.html' title='Like A Virgin'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R8bc-g1RHuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9_YKGDWMKF4/s72-c/brandon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1909305544649499053</id><published>2008-02-27T05:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T05:19:41.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>odba</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/13/93/22/139322_218981fdf74c74yn8p6j30.JPG" border="0" height="574" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"&gt;Celebrity Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/ancestory"&gt;Ancestory&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/roots"&gt;Roots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NYAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1909305544649499053?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1909305544649499053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1909305544649499053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1909305544649499053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1909305544649499053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/02/odba.html' title='odba'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-8446345842326241012</id><published>2008-02-26T03:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T03:46:21.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it started with Mao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;May review daw and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Include na rin ang lovelyf dyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang balay sang gnadiskartehan ra daw lapit sa ofc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hamakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then came Janiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my beautiful umbrella girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Health reasons and Jomer even doubted me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, she made it to the dayshift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nag-effort ba nman si PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;naks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then heto na. Si Cecille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 days nag-absent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pagbalik may med certificate na nga dala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Client was insisting to grant her wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cge Ces, its okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abogado mo kami ni Angie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we're here to back you up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naghyperventilate ba nman si Ms. Bustria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dala yna si Shiela da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baw ari man ang client ni Al.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's a member of the jury in New Jersey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She can't communicate with Al on her dayshift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Al, dayshift kna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;babye na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baw si Jan-Jan marequest pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Request on the process pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bleeeeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teh cno pa da?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wahahahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kulang nalang mag-Blonde, Blue Eyes na ko d ni Patricia Evangelista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:midnightblue;"&gt;&lt;span class="spnMessageText" id="msg"&gt;"Maybe this is a natural reaction of someone who was left behind, smiling for family pictures that get emptier with each succeeding year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. okay, ill say it. Ill miss waking you up during break time!nyahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-8446345842326241012?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/8446345842326241012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=8446345842326241012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8446345842326241012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8446345842326241012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/02/change-shift.html' title='change shift'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1927101758494317421</id><published>2008-02-20T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:30.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstar by Nickelback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rockstar fan as i am, i had to post this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7sAtg1RHsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/abRg0L14UA4/s1600-h/rockstar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7sAtg1RHsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/abRg0L14UA4/s200/rockstar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168725779245244098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with standing in line&lt;br /&gt;to clubs we'll never get in&lt;br /&gt;It's like the bottom of the ninth&lt;br /&gt;and I'm never gonna win&lt;br /&gt;This life hasn't turned out&lt;br /&gt;quite the way I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me what you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a brand new house&lt;br /&gt;on an episode of Cribs&lt;br /&gt;And a bathroom I can play baseball in&lt;br /&gt;And a king size tub big enough&lt;br /&gt;for ten plus me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me what you need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a credit card that's got no limit&lt;br /&gt;And a big black jet with a bedroom in it&lt;br /&gt;Gonna join the mile high club&lt;br /&gt;At thirty-seven thousand feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Been there done that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new tour bus full of old guitars&lt;br /&gt;My own star on Hollywood Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between Cher and&lt;br /&gt;James Dean is fine for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So how ya gonna do it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair and change my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny&lt;br /&gt;With her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels&lt;br /&gt;Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes&lt;br /&gt;Sign a couple autographs&lt;br /&gt;So I can eat my meals for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll have a quesadilla on the house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dress my ass&lt;br /&gt;with the latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion&lt;br /&gt;Gonna date a centerfold that loves to&lt;br /&gt;blow my money for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So how ya gonna do it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life&lt;br /&gt;For fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;And change my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny&lt;br /&gt;With her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary and&lt;br /&gt;today's who's who&lt;br /&gt;They'll get you anything&lt;br /&gt;with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a&lt;br /&gt;drug dealer on speed dial&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing those songs&lt;br /&gt;that offend the censors&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pop my pills&lt;br /&gt;from a pez dispenser&lt;br /&gt;Get washed-up singers writing all my songs&lt;br /&gt;Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny&lt;br /&gt;With her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary and&lt;br /&gt;today's who's who&lt;br /&gt;They'll get you anything&lt;br /&gt;with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a&lt;br /&gt;drug dealer on speed dial&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with every fame and riches that we claim, there is this recurring reminder that we should be good and do not do drugs!waaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1927101758494317421?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1927101758494317421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1927101758494317421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1927101758494317421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1927101758494317421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/02/rockstar-by-nickelback.html' title='Rockstar by Nickelback'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7sAtg1RHsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/abRg0L14UA4/s72-c/rockstar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-8598855608491846466</id><published>2008-02-16T03:54:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:40.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinagyang with BAMBOO is chaos to my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7XzCg1RHmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OX-Y7wj2M7I/s1600-h/DSC07007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7XzCg1RHmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OX-Y7wj2M7I/s320/DSC07007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167303371976154722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know its too late to post about Dinagyang here. 13 days from now, its gonna be March already. Fortunately, a friend forwarded some pictures to me. And in case you may ask why i wasn't able to produce some pics of Bamboo during the performance...Firstly, i didn't bring with me a camera. Secondly, my cellphone is kind of nearing obsolescence when it comes to the megapixel thingy. and thirdly, if ever ive brought a camera or had a high-end cp, i won't have the best takes of bamboo performing. Because, i wasn't at the front of the stage... I WAS AT THE BACK SIDE OF THE STAGE AND WAS ABLE TO TOUCH BAMBOO'S HAND!waaaaaah! thanks to my ever-nice uncle who was there. we were able to get at the backstage without spending a cent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to put the video of Bamboo touching our hands but its already at Beth's site, you can also get a glimpse of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://kessenism.blogspot.com/2008/01/d-i-n-g-y-n-g-08.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. After all, clicking on the link will gather some Page Rank, ahee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some of the bestest pics of Bamboo that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://warcraft-zone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jimiboy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; has sent me. :) Thanks, Jim! O:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7Xzuw1RHnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/oxCRHvrc9Lw/s1600-h/DSC06980.jpg"&gt;              &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7Xzvg1RHpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yr243CkgRis/s1600-h/DSC06983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7Xzvg1RHpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yr243CkgRis/s200/DSC06983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167304145070268050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7Xzvw1RHqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NYeUtd9P9P0/s1600-h/DSC07033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7Xzvw1RHqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NYeUtd9P9P0/s200/DSC07033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167304149365235362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7Xzuw1RHnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/oxCRHvrc9Lw/s1600-h/DSC06980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7Xzuw1RHnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/oxCRHvrc9Lw/s200/DSC06980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167304132185366130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-8598855608491846466?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/8598855608491846466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=8598855608491846466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8598855608491846466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8598855608491846466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/02/dinagyang-with-bamboo-is-chaos-to-my.html' title='Dinagyang with BAMBOO is chaos to my heart'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7XzCg1RHmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OX-Y7wj2M7I/s72-c/DSC07007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1784781919659605189</id><published>2008-02-15T03:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:40.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod nano: 4gigs of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ive been thinking of something to write and post in here because this blog seems to be neglected, abandoned for a while now.  And i thought of the ipod (ill-gotten) from my sister who has never had any interest on it since acquiring the thing. My little sister instead kept on getting it from me. But she has her share, and I decided, ill have my own share, too.  After all, she is not the only younger sister, I, too! And i keep the ipod, she keeps the other gadget which she needs desperately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First time of having this "coolest" music player and some added applications, I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know how to load songs on it! And as time goes by, I finally got the hang of it. I also found out that I can store pictures in it. And guess what, when synchronizing your ipod with the photos that you wanna store in it, you must synchronize the whole folder of photos, not like songs which you can add one by one to the gadget. Everytime you save a picture in the "coolest" music player of all time and of other applications, the other folders are deleted and note: including the music folders!waaaah! I don't know if i was just kind of dumb about the technology but i installed again my itunes and transferred all the songs that were erased, for God's sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good thing my uninstalling and installing solved the problem. waaaah! I kind of got paranoid when i opened the Ipod and looked at the music menu saying: NO MUSIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;heheh...technologically challenged as I was, i got the hang of it. Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7SWOA1RHlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XxSwgkGyTLU/s1600-h/ipod-nano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7SWOA1RHlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XxSwgkGyTLU/s320/ipod-nano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166919839986556498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kind of like the black or the pink one but what I got is the one in the middle. No choice, it was an ill-gotten gift.hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1784781919659605189?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1784781919659605189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1784781919659605189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1784781919659605189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1784781919659605189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/02/ipod-nano-4gigs-of-my-life.html' title='ipod nano: 4gigs of my life'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7SWOA1RHlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XxSwgkGyTLU/s72-c/ipod-nano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-5540098379739092362</id><published>2008-02-13T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:40.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple yet fierce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love Heidi Klum's bubbly personality and that cute accent she has whenever she speaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and here is the ever sexy mommy-to-3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like the hair. i kind of like the blouse and the jeans. matched with vintage-y accessories and that cool belt.  check out the shoes---eyecatching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7IFnQ1RHkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/nWmY5BbQTmc/s1600-h/heeydi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7IFnQ1RHkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/nWmY5BbQTmc/s400/heeydi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166197894638804546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-5540098379739092362?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/5540098379739092362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=5540098379739092362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5540098379739092362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5540098379739092362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/02/simple-yet-fierce.html' title='simple yet fierce'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R7IFnQ1RHkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/nWmY5BbQTmc/s72-c/heeydi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-5995193729917979515</id><published>2008-01-31T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T04:38:26.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- -not into you- -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saw this post from somebody in multiply and i thought of posting it in here.&lt;br /&gt;this is for all the girls who are flying high enough. Please come back to earth!&lt;br /&gt;heheh. realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Asking You Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because if he likes you, trust me, he will ask you out&lt;br /&gt;men find it very satisfying to get what they want&lt;br /&gt;if a guy truly likes you, but for personal reasons, needs to take things slow, he will let you know immediately. He won't keep you guessing because he'll want to make sure you don't get frustrated and go away.&lt;br /&gt;don't let him trick you into asking you out&lt;br /&gt;men, for most part, like to pursue women&lt;br /&gt;an excuse is a polite rejection. Men are not afraid of "ruining the friendship."&lt;br /&gt;you are good enough to be asked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Calling You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men know how to use the phone&lt;br /&gt;when you like someone, they just don't slip your mind&lt;br /&gt;you know they mean it when they actually do what they said they were going to do&lt;br /&gt;men are never too busy to get what they want&lt;br /&gt;if he's not calling you, it's because you are not on his mind&lt;br /&gt;if he's choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a recurring fight, then he doesn't respect your feelings and needs&lt;br /&gt;you deserve a fucking phone call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You Is He's Not Dating You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hanging out" is not dating&lt;br /&gt;a man who's really into you is going to want you all to himself&lt;br /&gt;better than nothing is not good enough for you!&lt;br /&gt;if you don't know where the relationship is going, it's okay to pull over and ask&lt;br /&gt;there's a guy out there who will want to tell everyone he's your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Having Sex With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when men like you, they want to touch you, always&lt;br /&gt;if a man is not trying to undress you, he's just not that into you&lt;br /&gt;if you're tempted to spend countless nights just cuddling with someone, buy a puppy&lt;br /&gt;there's someone out there that does want to have sex with you, hot stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You If He's Having Sex With Someone Else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's never going to be a good excuse for cheating&lt;br /&gt;cheating doesn't just "happen". It was planned and executed with the full knowledge that it could end your relationship&lt;br /&gt;cheating is a complete betrayal of trust&lt;br /&gt;100% of guys polled said that they have never accidentally slept with anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You If He Only Wants To See You When He's Drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he likes you, he'll want to see you when his judgment isn't impaired&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't count unless he says it when he's sober&lt;br /&gt;drinking and drug use are not a path to one's innermost feelings&lt;br /&gt;you deserve to be with someone who doesn't have to get loaded to be around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You If He Doesn't Want To Marry You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love cures commitment phobia&lt;br /&gt;don't spend your time on and give your heart to any guy who makes you wonder about anything related to his feelings for you&lt;br /&gt;if you don't feel like you're rushing, why are you waiting?&lt;br /&gt;there's a guy out there who wants to marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You If He's Breaking Up With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i don't want to go out with you" means just that&lt;br /&gt;always be classy. Never be crazy&lt;br /&gt;a breakup is a definitive action, not a democratic one&lt;br /&gt;breakup sex means you're still broken up&lt;br /&gt;cut him off. Let him miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 9&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You If He's Disapppeared On You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you have to get closure all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing worse than hving no answer. No answer is your answer.&lt;br /&gt;don't give him the chance to reject you again&lt;br /&gt;there's no mystery-he's gone and he wasn't good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 10&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You If He's Married (And Other Insane Variations Of Being Unavailable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're not able to love fully, it's not really love&lt;br /&gt;he's married&lt;br /&gt;unless he's all yours, he's still hers&lt;br /&gt;don't be that girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 11&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You If He's A Selfish Jerk, A Bully, Or A Really Big Freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you really love someone, you want to do things to make that person happy&lt;br /&gt;you are the catch&lt;br /&gt;life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-5995193729917979515?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/5995193729917979515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=5995193729917979515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5995193729917979515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/5995193729917979515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-into-you.html' title='- -not into you- -'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-2706354887295294870</id><published>2008-01-29T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:41.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a drim cum tru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R55DK8rIg4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/zDEHKozk-II/s1600-h/eherm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R55DK8rIg4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/zDEHKozk-II/s200/eherm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160636078377960322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wahah! enuff sed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-2706354887295294870?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/2706354887295294870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=2706354887295294870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2706354887295294870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/2706354887295294870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/01/drim-cum-tru.html' title='a drim cum tru'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R55DK8rIg4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/zDEHKozk-II/s72-c/eherm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7256541728184774965</id><published>2008-01-23T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T03:06:21.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birit it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;everybody has got his own talent and shall i say this array of talents is spectacular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8LJCw5hIQw&amp;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/t8LJCw5hIQw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7256541728184774965?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7256541728184774965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7256541728184774965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7256541728184774965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7256541728184774965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/01/birit-it.html' title='birit it'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1250909339255243937</id><published>2008-01-15T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:41.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Centennial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon scanning through &lt;a href="http://www.upvisayas.net/forum/"&gt;UPV's forum&lt;/a&gt;, curiosity tickled my index finger to click on the mouse and what welcomed me were these:&lt;br /&gt;UP Oblation to be put in Php100 bill to commemorate UP's Centennial Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R4vXaiyD2NI/AAAAAAAAAUU/SvsVu1nHXPE/s1600-h/100pesobillupcentennialul5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R4vXaiyD2NI/AAAAAAAAAUU/SvsVu1nHXPE/s320/100pesobillupcentennialul5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155451049469008082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;UP naming mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Pamantasan ng bayan&lt;br /&gt;Tinig ng masa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Ang siyang lagi nang pakikinggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Malayong lupain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Di kailangang marating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Dito maglilingkod sa bayan natin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Dito maglilingkod sa bayan natin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Silangang mapula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Sagisag magpakailanman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Ating ipaglaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Laya ng diwa’t kaisipan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Humayo’t itanghal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Giting, tapang ang dangal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Mabuhay ang lingkod ng taongbayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Mabuhay ang lingkod ng taongbayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Silangang mapula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Sagisag magpakailanman&lt;br /&gt;Ating ipaglaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Laya ng diwa’t kaisipan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Malayong lupain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Di kailangang marating&lt;br /&gt;Dito maglilingkod sa bayan natin&lt;br /&gt;Dito maglilingkod sa bayan natin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garygranada.com/Lean/04.UP%20Naming%20Mahal.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listen to audio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garygranada.com/Lean/04.UP%20Naming%20Mahal.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garygranada.com/Lean/04.UP%20Naming%20Mahal.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1250909339255243937?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1250909339255243937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1250909339255243937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1250909339255243937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1250909339255243937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/01/up-centennial.html' title='UP Centennial'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R4vXaiyD2NI/AAAAAAAAAUU/SvsVu1nHXPE/s72-c/100pesobillupcentennialul5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-2142489931665738434</id><published>2008-01-12T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:44.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clarky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wasn't home since October. I'm a nomad now. and i dare say i miss my two little friends in my home. last time i had to come home because of my sister. there, i saw and hugged my two little friends and then tears fell down my face. i realized i miss my two hunky cats and they, too miss me. Lucky for me, theres someone i could turn my feelings to. In my aunt's, they have a herd of chaotic puppies (whom i suspected just killed our little kitten Che-Che) and Clarky who fills up the space emptied by Yael and Yannie. heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R4fEciyD2JI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oq-38OQcDUc/s1600-h/10-01-08_1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R4fEciyD2JI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oq-38OQcDUc/s320/10-01-08_1345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154304293200976018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R4fEciyD2KI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FuRzQFmWrmo/s1600-h/10-01-08_1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 164px;" 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type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/01/clarky.html' title='clarky'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R4fEciyD2JI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oq-38OQcDUc/s72-c/10-01-08_1345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-7059556571658454400</id><published>2008-01-05T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T03:20:50.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrating new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;because of a certain circumstance, i had to celebrate new year in my aunt's house. it was a typical new year to think of. the only thing missing is the house-to-house chaos that we do when the clock strikes 12:01. one thing i realized, the only thing that's constant is change. so, i decided to put on a polka-dotted dress, made up myself, and got ready for the new year to come harmoniously and problem-free. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;things to consider for 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. paluwagan for Summer Vacation (hahahah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. enough sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. lovelyf!waaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. get rid of the ugly little things called pimples.hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. more things comin up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-7059556571658454400?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/7059556571658454400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=7059556571658454400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7059556571658454400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/7059556571658454400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2008/01/celebrating-new-year.html' title='celebrating new year'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-8728114706661193767</id><published>2007-12-29T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:45.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family reunion hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R3VtJxE6GII/AAAAAAAAATc/P3qRA-IyZCI/s1600-h/christmas+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R3VtJxE6GII/AAAAAAAAATc/P3qRA-IyZCI/s320/christmas+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149141763528202370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;literal hangover, shall i say. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i would say that this Christmas day's family gathering was our best one in the long list of happy family reunions for the past 12 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;family grudges were set aside and the jolly moment was just enjoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;everybody was drank and dancing and i enjoyed taking the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i totaled to 279 photos in our digicam. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R3VtKBE6GJI/AAAAAAAAATk/Npg_B3KRPWQ/s1600-h/christmas+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R3VtKBE6GJI/AAAAAAAAATk/Npg_B3KRPWQ/s320/christmas+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149141767823169682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just one thing i hate about it is the after-effect of the celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when everybody goes home and you are left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes i just wish that a celebration will never be that happy because at the end, the&lt;/span&gt; hangover will be just as bad as the literal hangover you just wanna sleep all throughout the day and let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R3VtKRE6GKI/AAAAAAAAATs/kS8PVkXy4fA/s1600-h/christmas+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R3VtKRE6GKI/AAAAAAAAATs/kS8PVkXy4fA/s320/christmas+270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149141772118136994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-8728114706661193767?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/8728114706661193767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=8728114706661193767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8728114706661193767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/8728114706661193767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-reunion-hangover.html' title='family reunion hangover'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R3VtJxE6GII/AAAAAAAAATc/P3qRA-IyZCI/s72-c/christmas+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37318863.post-1986435056482579186</id><published>2007-12-20T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:21:46.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cured and healed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there is this superstitious belief which says that when you take a photo of your pet, he/she will be gone (either dead or just gone). we have this little puppy in our house and i tend not to take his pic just so i believe to the superstition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then, he became sick. maybe because he wasn't immunized yet. we were nervous about it considering our experiences with our past puppies which are all now six-feet-below-the-ground. we decided to take him to the animal hospital and was lucky to be cured there. He was so pale and he had this worm which sucked his blood resulting him not to have a little blood at all. He needed to be confined in the said hospital for a day. Fortunately, the next day, we were able to get him home and the bill (as what weve been expecting will zoom up to a not-so-friendly-in-the-pocket bill) was not that what we have been expecting to pay.&lt;br /&gt;when i called the hospital before taking our puppy, i was just so happy when the vet told me that Jay (his name) can now be discharged. :D i can't understand the feeling considering that it was just a dog.&lt;br /&gt;How much more if you can take back home a cured and healed person? ehem.&lt;br /&gt;Just so, i didnt believe in the superstition. ill just post Clarky here. heheh  i don't have a photo of Jay, just yet. ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R2mFHxE6GGI/AAAAAAAAATM/mvgVtYat7Gk/s1600-h/17-12-07_1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R2mFHxE6GGI/AAAAAAAAATM/mvgVtYat7Gk/s320/17-12-07_1010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145790417727002722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R2mFIBE6GHI/AAAAAAAAATU/yR-h--QppB0/s1600-h/17-12-07_1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R2mFIBE6GHI/AAAAAAAAATU/yR-h--QppB0/s320/17-12-07_1011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145790422021970034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37318863-1986435056482579186?l=grashana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/feeds/1986435056482579186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37318863&amp;postID=1986435056482579186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1986435056482579186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37318863/posts/default/1986435056482579186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grashana.blogspot.com/2007/12/cured-and-healed.html' title='cured and healed'/><author><name>graShana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qi9774-pyHs/SDPHVpETDmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_W5OT9g4Eb4/S220/IMG_3160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qi9774-pyHs/R2mFHxE6GGI/AAAAAAAAATM/mvgVtYat7Gk/s72-c/17-12-07_1010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
