<?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-5468494389504532501</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:03:55.096-07:00</updated><category term='death note'/><category term='cosplay'/><category term='pinoy cosplay'/><category term='haruhi'/><category term='naruto'/><category term='deviantart'/><title type='text'>say it, write it, be heard.</title><subtitle type='html'>anything and everything</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mara Pix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583595396733786095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_zTdsf34VY/TaPs1qbLmtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rn6Ok9XW_GU/s220/20100704005203_61790684.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468494389504532501.post-6075916007993598261</id><published>2009-03-24T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:28:13.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Said I love you...but I lied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You are the candle, love's the flame&lt;br /&gt;A fire that burns through wind and rain&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light on this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You came to me like the dawn through the night&lt;br /&gt;Just shinin' like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Out of my dreams and into my life&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you but I lied&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is more than love I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you but I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love could never ever feel so strong&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you but I lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my soul I've tried in vain&lt;br /&gt;How can mere words my heart explain&lt;br /&gt;This taste of heaven so deep so true&lt;br /&gt;I've found in you&lt;br /&gt;So many reasons in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;My life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;Need you forever, I need you to stay&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to me like the dawn through the night&lt;br /&gt;Just shinin' like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Out of my dreams and into my life&lt;br /&gt;You are the one,&lt;br /&gt;you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you&lt;br /&gt;But this is more than love I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you....But I lied &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468494389504532501-6075916007993598261?l=veggiestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6075916007993598261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468494389504532501&amp;postID=6075916007993598261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/6075916007993598261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/6075916007993598261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/2009/03/said-i-love-youbut-i-lied.html' title='Said I love you...but I lied'/><author><name>Mara Pix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583595396733786095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_zTdsf34VY/TaPs1qbLmtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rn6Ok9XW_GU/s220/20100704005203_61790684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468494389504532501.post-7601362201138263462</id><published>2009-03-08T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:35:39.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bats at Monfort Bat Cave</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you imagine nearly or perhaps more than 2 million bats in a small parcel of land that is barely 500 meters in diameter? You can’t, can you? Well, there’s no need to imagine. You can see all these in the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Monfort&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bat&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Cave&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Conservation&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in Brgy. Tambo, Babak District, &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Garden&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; City of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Samal&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="342" height="290" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-13e2073f556381a3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13e2073f556381a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330268315%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40632B147E32EAE73D4F20E7B37B41B2AAAD76F1.6FA3C2882DD0C9AF698C5151582319BE0FC2DF48%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13e2073f556381a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoQUpbc6r3XSXopsbQLA2jTlSF0s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="342" height="290" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13e2073f556381a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330268315%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40632B147E32EAE73D4F20E7B37B41B2AAAD76F1.6FA3C2882DD0C9AF698C5151582319BE0FC2DF48%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13e2073f556381a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoQUpbc6r3XSXopsbQLA2jTlSF0s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The Monfort bat cave is the only sanctuary for these poor, misunderstood creatures. All around the island, the bats are treated as delicacy and, ironically, as threats and pests to agricultural crops. Sadly, most of the bats in other roosting sites have been forced to abandon their homes due to these cruel human activities. However, the residents of the area are not to blame as well. This only happened because the denizens of the island do not fully understand the vital role that these bats play in maintaining the delicate balance of the ecosystem.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In countries that have active bat conservation projects, with the help of other international agencies, the residents themselves have become the vanguards of these nocturnal creatures. Both humans and bats are now living in harmony, each providing benefits for the other. This kind of relationship is what we hopefully aim to achieve in our country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468494389504532501-7601362201138263462?l=veggiestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/feeds/7601362201138263462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468494389504532501&amp;postID=7601362201138263462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/7601362201138263462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/7601362201138263462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-imagine-nearly-or-perhaps-more.html' title='The Bats at Monfort Bat Cave'/><author><name>Mara Pix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583595396733786095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_zTdsf34VY/TaPs1qbLmtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rn6Ok9XW_GU/s220/20100704005203_61790684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468494389504532501.post-6095685122116674159</id><published>2009-02-21T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:57:15.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're finally out of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I fell in love with someone who can never be mine. Cliche? Totally. Sadly, it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaA7ePlRI9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/cO7fM0SfO2I/s1600-h/Ren_shrine_pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaA7ePlRI9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/cO7fM0SfO2I/s320/Ren_shrine_pray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305305751807402962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last December, I selfishly asked the Lord to give me someone whom I can confide into, talk to when there's basically nothing to talk about nor practically no one else to talk to. I wanted someone who will be there when I needed him and when I really don't. When God answered my prayers, I was overwhelmed with what was in front of me and did not think twice about it at all. After all, it was a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaA76tXzvNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YMZEaZ4ztCw/s1600-h/Holding_hands_by_homarte-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaA76tXzvNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YMZEaZ4ztCw/s320/Holding_hands_by_homarte-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305306240840350930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I was happy, really happy. It made me look forward to something everyday; a refreshing change from the grim banality of my existence. My gal pals even said I physically changed. That's right, he was actually able to affect me and changed a part of me. And was this bad? For a person who likes things the way they are, it was. Though I felt light-hearted most of the time, there were always worries at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaA8rYg3uwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CxwGdQAtEIU/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaA8rYg3uwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CxwGdQAtEIU/s200/A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305307077054806786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I felt that everything was going too fast and too serious, I once again asked God for signs whether to continue our relationship or not. Again, I was given the signs -- or so I thought. My friends have never failed to warn me about believing or relying too much in signs. What can I do? I have faith and I am a hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaA_W-QmSEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SWzDYTdZEK0/s1600-h/InternetArgument.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaA_W-QmSEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SWzDYTdZEK0/s200/InternetArgument.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305310024944732226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, little did I know that things were taking a bad turn. Small misunderstandings had led to a state of incommunicado for days, and interventions from "external factors" have stirred the waters too much. It had gone too complex for something that was supposed to be simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaA_jc-9tCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BKok7BR4i44/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaA_jc-9tCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BKok7BR4i44/s200/waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305310239350699042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I could just wait things out. Wait until their issues were resolved. I waited, waited, and waited, and waited some more. Now, I realize that it was all in vain. I have always felt that it was not that special, that it was simply a temporary high, a quick fix, and an easy answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaBAQVkFQ9I/AAAAAAAAANE/JIjypX7_zuE/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaBAQVkFQ9I/AAAAAAAAANE/JIjypX7_zuE/s200/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305311010453013458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt guilty over feeling that way because it is very selfish. When I found out today that he is already attached to someone else, I strangely felt relieved. Of course, naturally I became sad; however, at the same time, I felt relieved because now I know where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to him I give my thanks because he's finally out of my life and I can go on living peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468494389504532501-6095685122116674159?l=veggiestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6095685122116674159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468494389504532501&amp;postID=6095685122116674159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/6095685122116674159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/6095685122116674159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-finally-out-of-my-life.html' title='You&apos;re finally out of my life'/><author><name>Mara Pix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583595396733786095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_zTdsf34VY/TaPs1qbLmtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rn6Ok9XW_GU/s220/20100704005203_61790684.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SaA7ePlRI9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/cO7fM0SfO2I/s72-c/Ren_shrine_pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468494389504532501.post-8267080384746032892</id><published>2008-07-28T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T02:21:29.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Week in Seattle part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Here we go again. It seemed like a waste of God-given talent to hold only one costume week, and so we did it again; surprisingly, much to the delight of our boss. When he found out that the best dressed will get an award, he thought that it was a good motivation for his employees. As a result, he didn't complain when he saw his "teachers" dressed as looting pirates, as cowboys and girls from the wild west, as natives of the Philippines, as another profession, and as students.&lt;br /&gt;    This month's costume week became a little bit competitive, not because of the 100 peso reward for the best dressed personnel (heck, the money we spent for our costumes is way more than that!) but because of the 100 peso fine if we didn't participate. Some simply did their best because they love it. ahem.. har har&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M   o   n   d   a      y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SI2LDmx3KxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2ef8IYRKelo/s1600-h/100_3756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SI2LDmx3KxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2ef8IYRKelo/s320/100_3756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227987636512566034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrrgh! The Seattle Pirates,&lt;br /&gt;the most dreaded pirate crew in LANDCO.. HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;(from L to R: Teacher Gigi, Jean, Jee, Arlene, Lera, and Bon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T    u    e    s    d    a    y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SI2MKBWr5gI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OHXexCdWLhA/s1600-h/100_3799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SI2MKBWr5gI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OHXexCdWLhA/s320/100_3799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227988846237181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seattle in Texas.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;All that's missing are the horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W    e    d    n    e    s    d    a    y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SI2OItEeRyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DipbdVDBkQc/s1600-h/my+native+costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SI2OItEeRyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DipbdVDBkQc/s320/my+native+costume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227991022635468578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't have any pictures during this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasira kasi yung cam (&lt;/span&gt;'coz the camera got broken),&lt;br /&gt;so to give you an idea of what we wore, i give you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T    h    u    r    s    d    a    y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SI2OI8j1_fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RcTfWZP1194/s1600-h/P7240285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SI2OI8j1_fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RcTfWZP1194/s320/P7240285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227991026793577970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seattle Anatomy Nurses and Staff! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;we also have priests, soldiers, teachers (of course),&lt;br /&gt;taxi drivers, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kargadors/konduktor/barker,&lt;/span&gt; coke sales clerk, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F    r    i    d    a    y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SI2OJFkGBzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ILq9lnoO3vA/s1600-h/100_3856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SI2OJFkGBzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ILq9lnoO3vA/s320/100_3856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227991029210548018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to School for us!&lt;br /&gt;(Were we ever out? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heller teacher gani..duh..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hala! May taga-Hogwarts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of each day, we all felt tired but we know that we had fun. WEEEEEE~~~!!! YOOHOOOOO~~~!!&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/5468494389504532501-8267080384746032892?l=veggiestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8267080384746032892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468494389504532501&amp;postID=8267080384746032892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/8267080384746032892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/8267080384746032892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/2008/07/costume-week-in-seattle-part-2.html' title='Costume Week in Seattle part 2'/><author><name>Mara Pix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583595396733786095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_zTdsf34VY/TaPs1qbLmtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rn6Ok9XW_GU/s220/20100704005203_61790684.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SI2LDmx3KxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2ef8IYRKelo/s72-c/100_3756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468494389504532501.post-6728127105407690391</id><published>2008-07-23T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:57:33.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-26acf2ff7e8a1c49" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26acf2ff7e8a1c49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330268315%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D383C4A698B67E3412419702ACED620722C1C3A38.3578314BA7477C80EBB657BEFD7378B14023E0FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26acf2ff7e8a1c49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRN-xtUBpXPrRFWIEAVFwMqd9nlY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26acf2ff7e8a1c49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330268315%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D383C4A698B67E3412419702ACED620722C1C3A38.3578314BA7477C80EBB657BEFD7378B14023E0FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26acf2ff7e8a1c49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRN-xtUBpXPrRFWIEAVFwMqd9nlY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what we do every single day of the week. And you know what, i never get tired of it. i used to hate the routine, but when i stopped viewing it as a routine, i realized the beauty that each new day brings.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it is just better to slow down a little to appreciate the wonderful things that exists in all of us, all around us, even in a jeepney ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468494389504532501-6728127105407690391?l=veggiestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=26acf2ff7e8a1c49&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/feeds/6728127105407690391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468494389504532501&amp;postID=6728127105407690391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/6728127105407690391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/6728127105407690391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/2008/07/jeepney-ride.html' title='Jeepney Ride'/><author><name>Mara Pix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583595396733786095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_zTdsf34VY/TaPs1qbLmtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rn6Ok9XW_GU/s220/20100704005203_61790684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468494389504532501.post-1911361475284680529</id><published>2008-06-25T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:42:25.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Week in Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Put twenty something people in one office, give them lots of pressure and lots of work loads, repeat the same cycle over and over again, and this is what happens -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;costume week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   No, we haven't lost our minds yet. We simply wanted to break away from the monotony of office work and do something different.&lt;br /&gt;   The experience was over-the-top fun and liberating. We also realized the shallowness of our desires and we LIKED it! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Office Attire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SGImRCN8Y_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/CMBHQH2Jsok/s1600-h/P6010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SGImRCN8Y_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/CMBHQH2Jsok/s320/P6010021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215773392543441906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i never thought we could actually look like real human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday: Sports Wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SGImRnkdVSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/u2W5aGJTTkg/s1600-h/P6020054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SGImRnkdVSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/u2W5aGJTTkg/s320/P6020054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215773402569987362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uh-huh. this picture was taken just right outside&lt;br /&gt;of our dormitory, with all the tricycle drivers looking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Aloha! Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SGImRwzaTtI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rIKFp56M7ww/s1600-h/P6030100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SGImRwzaTtI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rIKFp56M7ww/s320/P6030100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215773405048622802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the flowers people were wearing this day were either stolen&lt;br /&gt;from someone else's backyard or taken&lt;br /&gt;from the highways of Davao City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday: Goth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SGImSGu_uSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/auhvdiOvvVQ/s1600-h/100_3084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SGImSGu_uSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/auhvdiOvvVQ/s320/100_3084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215773410935683362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dream day! we've always wanted to wear those all black&lt;br /&gt;ensemble of gothic people. this was the coolest day evah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday: Trip down memory lane - Retro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SGImSp01buI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9YsQKv6n2P8/s1600-h/100_3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SGImSp01buI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9YsQKv6n2P8/s320/100_3138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215773420355415778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, that's not Ichigo from Bleach. that's Big Bird with a really&lt;br /&gt;bad haircut. Retro people! feel the lerv (love)... XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468494389504532501-1911361475284680529?l=veggiestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/feeds/1911361475284680529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468494389504532501&amp;postID=1911361475284680529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/1911361475284680529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/1911361475284680529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/2008/06/costume-week-in-seattle.html' title='Costume Week in Seattle'/><author><name>Mara Pix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583595396733786095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_zTdsf34VY/TaPs1qbLmtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rn6Ok9XW_GU/s220/20100704005203_61790684.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SGImRCN8Y_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/CMBHQH2Jsok/s72-c/P6010021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468494389504532501.post-2579300512975831405</id><published>2008-05-07T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T05:31:23.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god for free wi-fis....</title><content type='html'>i don't know if it's illegal to connect to other companies' wi-fi. for my own sake, i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, this morning, i got to the office quite earlier than the usual. the roads were unusually puj, taxi, and even pedestrain-free. so there, we arrived at the office at 7:15 AM! (FYI: we go home at 7:30 PM..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i turned on my computer, waited for everything to load up. to my dismay, the server wasn't up yet. it wouldn't matter anyway because most of the sites i frequent are blocked (hmm.. i wonder why.. they're not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; graphic.. bwehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, perhaps the heavens heard my quiet despair, something popped up in my network list... weeee~!! there it was! &lt;evil&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boss was brushing his teeth, so i was free for the moment. the opportunistic parasite that i am grabbed on the moment and clicked the ever so tempting "connect anyway" button. everything was a blur! i could not even remember the other words in the box. the "connect" button just lit up like a neon sign.. bwehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is, i am very thankful for these unselfish individuals who give people like me access to free internet connection even though there are quite some risks to doing so.. (right?) i also apologize in advance if my parasitic activities might cause any damage to your wi-fi service in the future.. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hontouni sumimasen deshita&lt;/span&gt;) huhuhu...&lt;/evil&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468494389504532501-2579300512975831405?l=veggiestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/feeds/2579300512975831405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468494389504532501&amp;postID=2579300512975831405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/2579300512975831405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/2579300512975831405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-god-for-unsecured-wi-fis.html' title='thank god for free wi-fis....'/><author><name>Mara Pix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583595396733786095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_zTdsf34VY/TaPs1qbLmtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rn6Ok9XW_GU/s220/20100704005203_61790684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468494389504532501.post-8342045277996849039</id><published>2008-05-02T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:15:16.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>try this. it's REALLY fun -- not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my friend sent this email to me. and now, i question the validity of our friendship.. tsk.. tsk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:purple;"  &gt;1. First close one of your eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="color:purple;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;color:blue;"   lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;color:purple;"   lang="EN-AU"&gt;2. Move your mouse point at the red '!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;color:blue;"   lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;color:purple;"   lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Right click at the !.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Then go (select all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Then u'll see the result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div  style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:blue;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:white;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;Stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt; &lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:white;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;People ask you to do something and u do it without applying your mind ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:white;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;YOur eye sight is all right,But YoUr Mind has gOt Problem hehehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:white;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:white;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;..  Ha..HA..HA..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:white;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;Pls don't  b angry ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:white;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;I am a VICTIM also..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:white;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;iF U FELT UNHAPPY THEN SEND IT TO YOUR BEST FRIEND ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5468494389504532501-8342045277996849039?l=veggiestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8342045277996849039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468494389504532501&amp;postID=8342045277996849039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/8342045277996849039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/8342045277996849039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/2008/05/try-this-its-really-fun-not.html' title='try this. it&apos;s REALLY fun -- not'/><author><name>Mara Pix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583595396733786095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_zTdsf34VY/TaPs1qbLmtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rn6Ok9XW_GU/s220/20100704005203_61790684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468494389504532501.post-4428511227854411893</id><published>2008-05-01T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:15:35.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haruhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deviantart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><title type='text'>once you pop, you can't stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SBqnF1fpUSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RGUm6H7uT50/s1600-h/pakkun.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7c11860201196da4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c11860201196da4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330268315%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D80B5B7E282C5119AE361624A884CA7DFC60C11.6CCE02738AFE6E3FED3F74BB1ABA63918824D339%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c11860201196da4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DleCQOTCp38xaj1Mi6aKQbmcx5xs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c11860201196da4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330268315%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D80B5B7E282C5119AE361624A884CA7DFC60C11.6CCE02738AFE6E3FED3F74BB1ABA63918824D339%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c11860201196da4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DleCQOTCp38xaj1Mi6aKQbmcx5xs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Whoa! Are these for REAL?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;OOOOHH YESH they definitely are. They are &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://azetylen.deviantart.com/"&gt;cosplayers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosplay"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cosplaying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is definitely an incredibly addicting hobby, whether you’re just watching or participating in it. I know, I know… some people think that it is an unusual hobby of choice, but how many of us in this world—even for a spilt second—have wanted to be someone else even for a short, okay, very short period of time? Someone whom we think is outta-this-world, over-the-top awesome and outrageously effortlessly cool? (I may be overdoing it, ne? haha). Not everyone gets to make it on the big screen, ya know. For a wannabe like me, I thank god the almighty &lt;i&gt;everyday&lt;/i&gt; for the quirky people who came up with &lt;i&gt;cosplaying&lt;/i&gt;… (thaaaank you! XOXO) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just look at those AAAHHH-MAZE-ZA-ZINNGGG costumes that they came up with. Jeeezus H.! Aren’t they just something else!?? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is &lt;i&gt;cosplaying&lt;/i&gt; easy? HELL NO! C&lt;i&gt;osplaying&lt;/i&gt; is no child’s play! It’s totally different from impersonating other real-life people. Come to think of it, for some cases, a cosplayer has to bring to life— as faithfully as possible, mind you— a fictional character with qualities beyond anything humanly possible! It takes talent, passion, and lots and lots of guts to do &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;! Oh yesh! And if a cosplayer &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; pull it off, MAHN!, it just takes your breath away! Nothing short of overwhelming….GARRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You’d go like “OH MY GHAD! Is that dit-dit-dit from dit-dit-dit?!” or like “OOHH!! AHH!! WOW!!!” (words wouldn’t be enough anymore.. hahaha), then, you’d take out your cam, then &lt;i&gt;click-click&lt;/i&gt; here and &lt;i&gt;click-click &lt;/i&gt;there and the photos end up in friendster, myspace, or multiply (haha). If that were me, I’d throw myself all over that cosplayer and monopolize him/her for as long as I can hold back the other oglers (You have been warned! Bwahahaha..)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s like the world becomes totally different. It evokes different inexplicable emotions and memories in you and time just stops! The only thing that matters for that moment &lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt; that moment. I don’t think that a person has to be a fanatic to appreciate a really good cosplay. And if a person doesn’t, bring the bigot forward so that I can wring the bastard’s neck… ngiyahaha…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SBqnF1fpUSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RGUm6H7uT50/s1600-h/pakkun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SBqnF1fpUSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RGUm6H7uT50/s400/pakkun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195648838826283298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Isn't it simply adorable??? nigyahaha... (best cosplayer?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Oh! AND! The best part of all of these is &lt;i&gt;cosplay&lt;/i&gt; is gaining strength in our local scene! Ya-hohoho!!! And MAHN do our local cosplayers RRRRRROCK! Behold!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://behindinfinity.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SBqs3FfpUVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fZl1t8K7eCM/s400/bida+pinoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195655182492979538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you guys want more photos of these &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://behindinfinity.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cosplayers extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, check out the links over there under &lt;b&gt;Rinku Mania&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looks like I’ll be dreaming of cosplayers tonight. DARNIT! I’m too fired-up to go to sleep! Ngiyahaha!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468494389504532501-4428511227854411893?l=veggiestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7c11860201196da4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/feeds/4428511227854411893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468494389504532501&amp;postID=4428511227854411893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/4428511227854411893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/4428511227854411893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-you-pop-you-cant-stop.html' title='once you pop, you can&apos;t stop'/><author><name>Mara Pix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583595396733786095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_zTdsf34VY/TaPs1qbLmtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rn6Ok9XW_GU/s220/20100704005203_61790684.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgqDGZyyEVI/SBqnF1fpUSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RGUm6H7uT50/s72-c/pakkun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468494389504532501.post-8272070517509486522</id><published>2008-04-30T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:06:04.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much ado about blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Actually, the more appropriate title would be “much ado about my first post”, but it didn’t sound as clever so.. SCRAP!   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lo’ and behold, my first post! Hehehe.. Before I decided to make a new blog, I had looked up several other blogs for tips and designs and whatever stuffs I could think of that time, and had even asked (but more like stalked, and pestered) some of my friends who also have blogs for their opinions in order to come up, not with the perfect blog but, with a decent one. A blog that would really reflect the things I have in mind – however pointless they are. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so, I have this really neatly designed, in my opinion that is, blog with a cool, sunny, warm picturesque beach on the header and my ultimately &lt;i&gt;kawaii&lt;/i&gt; picture right there in the profile (haha). Even though I don’t know how to make my own template yet, I think the one I chose sorta worked out with the design I’d had in mind. So, in short, I was pretty satisfied with the look (ahem…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(SFX: Drum roll…)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then came the hard part… I was grinning like a fool, admiring my work (even inwardly squirming with delight), self-satisfaction written all over my stupid face when I realized that I have to post something (duh! &lt;i&gt;Bugu uy&lt;/i&gt;!) Then, my mind went blank. I just couldn’t post anything. Well, more like I don’t know what to say. Should I start with a “Hi” or “Hello”, or better yet, use another language so that they’d think I’m smart?! (evil laugh) I absolutely had no idea what to write. My respect for writers suddenly shot up several levels. (Whoa! I said to myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This writing stuff is hard!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does everybody have this kind of dilemma? Or it’s just me? I mean, I don’t know about other people, but whenever &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; write something that will eventually be viewed by other people, I have this notion that it will inevitably be criticized. So I try to write as well as I can (ha! As if) for as long as I can. For example, the time given is 50 minutes, I would never finish earlier than that. Sometimes, I don’t finish writing at all… (huhuhu) You could say that I want to impress the readers (is it working? Hehe..joke) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Writing the beginning of a composition has always been my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“majorest”&lt;/span&gt; obstacle – uh-huh, there are lots of other problems – since the time I learned how to write (meaning it still is). Technical writing, I’m okay with that because that was what my training had been focused on when I was in college. But at creative writing, I’d be slaughtered by a fifth grader (mercy!). So I put on my thinking cap, sat on my thinking chair and thought, did more thinking, and more and more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My fingers were set on the keyboard. My eyes fixed on the monitor. I was waiting for a muse to come. I guess they were busy at that time because nothing came. I literally stared at the screen for hours (I wasn’t even aware that I was doing that). Staring at the blank document, so white and so clean, intimidated me further so I went away from my computer and walked around our office. Still, I couldn’t think of anything (sigh). I was seriously troubled with my first post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After several grueling hours of deliberating, I finally decided to do away with the I-want-to-impress-my-readers thought and just write whatever’s really on my mind. My friend said that if I continue being paranoid about other’s comments, I wouldn’t be able to write anything at all. She’s right. If I’m too afraid of other people’s criticisms, there would be no point in making this blog. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, it all came down to this, my first post. A candidly written account of how I struggled—truly, I &lt;i&gt;did – &lt;/i&gt;to come up with it (shrug). It might not be the best, it might not even be good at all. There are a lot of grammatical errors, and the organization of ideas is just not there.. haha.. my teachers and colleagues would be horrified if saw this bwahaha.. But, guess what, it’s okay. I was able to express myself. To me, that’s all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so, without further ado, Blogging, here I come!!! Bwehehe.. (yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, that’s all! Expect more banalities from this banal blog. ngyahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468494389504532501-8272070517509486522?l=veggiestate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/feeds/8272070517509486522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468494389504532501&amp;postID=8272070517509486522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/8272070517509486522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468494389504532501/posts/default/8272070517509486522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veggiestate.blogspot.com/2008/04/much-ado-about-blogging.html' title='Much ado about blogging'/><author><name>Mara Pix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583595396733786095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b_zTdsf34VY/TaPs1qbLmtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rn6Ok9XW_GU/s220/20100704005203_61790684.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
