<?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-12169713</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:31:38.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>colors</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-113567350585811308</id><published>2005-12-27T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:56:57.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of mourning</title><content type='html'>it is supposed to be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;festive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; season: a time to eat and be merry (and eventually end up as a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;parietal cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - bundat na bundat). but no, a day ago, my beloved laptop crashed. i stared blankly and helplessly at the blue screen which just displayed about 4 or 5 lines, with the words &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATAL ERROR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sticking to my rested brain. sad..sad..sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i'm serving &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;crackers and coffee&lt;/span&gt; at home, with two sets of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;baraha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chessboard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; available for those who want to join me in my mourning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i got that laptop, i was so OC that i arranged the files into folders every now and then.. but now, nothing's left of those files.. i have nothing to arrange and this had to happen at a time when i had a lot of hours to spare just to be a freak and arrange files and rename them and so on..though i would have thrown a fit and plunged into a prolonged state of abulia if the crashing happened not during this break. but that was not possible because i hardly turned my laptop on during the november and december class days because i was busy with school (more with the extracurricular stuff than the acads) and more because it had some internal conflicts to resolve..aha, internal conflicts.. i could hardly open an email because an error window would appear..blah...blah...blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sought help..spyware daw..so i tried to fix the problem but i was unsuccessful. i was hoping that i would be able to fix my laptop so that i don't have to lug it all the way here in cotabato..heck, 1.9 kgs is still heavy and i so wanted my arms to be free during the whole airport experience so that i could immensely enjoy my business class flight..but no, i had to bring it home to get my brother to fix it (and end up looking like a xmas tree in the airport and i had to be extra careful since i had a laptop with me, which i didn't bother using in the mabuhay lounge just so i wouldn't have to worry about putting it back in the bag and all that hassle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he tried his best to bring my lappie back to its former self..then one night, it happened..lappie gave up..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLAT LINE..toooooooooooooooooot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..nothing but a FLAT LINE....well, that is, if lappie was a living individual..in this case, we were met by a blue screen which said it all in two words: FATAL ERROR..i was almost reduced to tears because i thought of all the work stored in my laptop and all the memories too..i had a gazillion pictures in there..and not all were copied to a cd.. and more than a month ago, i lost my camera's CF card so byebye to all those recent pictures..may their memories be stored completely within my brain..may my neurons never fail me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there..now i mourn..for my laptop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's a glimmer of hope..there is after all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reincarnation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..my laptop will be back by tomorrow but this time, with a clean slate..a clean, BLANK slate: devoid of files and memories...it will never ever be the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, INSHAALLAH, i shall stop serving coffee and crackers and stow away the chessboard and the two decks of baraha..instead, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spaghetti, fried chicken and cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be served! the bringing back to life of my laptop, sans the files, still deserves a feast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-113567350585811308?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/113567350585811308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=113567350585811308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/113567350585811308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/113567350585811308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-of-mourning.html' title='a day of mourning'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112850979829043994</id><published>2005-10-05T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T04:10:09.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baso ni maria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;Picasa&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/12169713-112850979829043994?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112850979829043994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112850979829043994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850979829043994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850979829043994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-me_112850979829043994.html' title='happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112850740827924496</id><published>2005-10-05T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T04:00:59.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the funtastic four and the villain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;Picasa&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/12169713-112850740827924496?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112850740827924496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112850740827924496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850740827924496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850740827924496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-me_112850740827924496.html' title='happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112850723904987350</id><published>2005-10-05T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T03:50:35.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa labas ng yellow cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;Picasa&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/12169713-112850723904987350?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112850723904987350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112850723904987350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850723904987350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850723904987350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-me_112850723904987350.html' title='happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112850715632357375</id><published>2005-10-05T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T03:45:12.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous gil, exciting elaine, kissable kathy, sexy sheng!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;Picasa&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/12169713-112850715632357375?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112850715632357375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112850715632357375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850715632357375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850715632357375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-me_112850715632357375.html' title='happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112850709684855194</id><published>2005-10-05T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T03:39:34.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the other end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;Picasa&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/12169713-112850709684855194?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112850709684855194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112850709684855194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850709684855194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850709684855194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-me_05.html' title='happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112850701631644200</id><published>2005-10-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T03:31:00.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1773.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1773.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at yellow cab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&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/12169713-112850701631644200?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112850701631644200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112850701631644200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850701631644200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112850701631644200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112772809161903051</id><published>2005-09-26T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T04:42:24.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>Maintaining a blog is not really a skill of mine. In fact, this is already my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I let the first one deteriorate, deteriorate?!?! - for lack of the proper term. My head's really just stuffed with &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lemnisci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;geniculate nuclei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, etc. since Saturday. Waaah! The closer we are to the end of the semester, the more I want to scream, or hmm...be a lazy couch potato! I really just want the sem to end. I know it should not be like this. I mean there are still &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;4 1/2 semesters to go&lt;/span&gt;, but I really just want to lie down and read a good book, which in any way is NOT an academic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm feeling right now is probably a hangover form the wonderful weekend that I had. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; was a semi-productive day for me. I had another chance to spend a day with my dad and enjoy the comfort of a hotel room with a television all for my own pleasure. And well, I was able to read a couple of transes and manage to finish up two chapters of neuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was of course extra special. I walked my way to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;McDo&lt;/span&gt; at the corner of Taft and Pedro Gil and got myself pancakes, hash brown and milo. Yummy! It was a long walk, but definitely worth the effort! Hihi! I was with Daddy for lunch, after which we headed back to the hotel so that I could review a bit before totally enjoying an evening with friends. While reading neuro (again!), I was happily watching as the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Green Archers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; humbled the Blue Eagles! O yeah! Haha! The time came for me to go back to the dorm and watch my dad ride off in a taxi. This just reminds me that I just celebrated my third birthday away from home. I'm betting that the next 8 will be spent the same way. Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the evening came. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to celebrate!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. It's 5:44 pm na! I have to go..I'll continue my story some other time. And I'll attach pics pa! O diba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous lady is waiting for me and cups of coffee are screaming our names...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't even think that I'm depressed. I am not. What I am is plain tamad! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...not depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Behind the smile, behind the smile, behind the smile.....there are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears? nah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-112772809161903051?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112772809161903051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112772809161903051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112772809161903051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112772809161903051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/09/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112606975731993177</id><published>2005-09-07T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:09:17.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makalipas ang ilang araw...</title><content type='html'>Huwag mo lang pansinin, lilipas din ang lahat. Tingnan mo nga naman, ika-7 na ng Setyembre, 2005. Kaarawan na ni &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sa isang araw. Sa susunod na linggo, panahon na upang magpuyat ng todo dahil may &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na naman. Parang kailan lang ng binibilang ko kung ilang linggo na ba ang dumaan, kung gaano katagal pa ba ang bakasyon. Pero, pero, pero, whoa! Humigit-kumulang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;isang buwan&lt;/span&gt; na lamang ang natitira sa semestreng ito! Mabuhay! Gusto ko ng umuwi! Hmm, gusto ko na &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magrelax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Matulog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ng matagal...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Manood ng TV&lt;/span&gt; ng isang buong araw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At pagsapit ng inaasam na &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bakasyon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ganoon din kabilis dadaan ang mga araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa muling paggising ko, andito na uli ako sa Maynila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puting uniporme. BSLR-East. Trans. Smileys. Exams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik sa dating gawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit huwag mag-alala. Huwag lamang papansinin, lilipas din ang lahat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at darating ang araw na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doktor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-112606975731993177?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112606975731993177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112606975731993177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112606975731993177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112606975731993177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/09/makalipas-ang-ilang-araw.html' title='makalipas ang ilang araw...'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112447360307131953</id><published>2005-08-19T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T10:46:43.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1630.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1630.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama miya and kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&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/12169713-112447360307131953?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112447360307131953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112447360307131953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112447360307131953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112447360307131953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/08/mama-miya-and-kidsposted-by-picasa.html' title=''/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112212688218723662</id><published>2005-07-23T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T06:54:42.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who what where</title><content type='html'>THINGS/PEOPLE/PLACES I'M LOVING RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UAAP (UP Maroons)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-UP Fight!!! Darn it! Natalo kanina ng UE Red Warriors ang UP Fighting Maroons! I was watching the action live at the Araneta Coliseum, and well, things didn't really look good for the Maroons (with or without the "bad" calls).&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Bundoc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-great lecturer!!!!! He makes the lecture very interesting, which is the most effective way to fight the alpha waves of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;my scrub suits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-soooooooo colorful!!! soooooooo cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Acupuncture shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-They really are very colorful and they go really well with my white med uniform! :)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;brachial plexus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ahh..This lecture was the very first that I mastered for the OS203 first lecture exam.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new laptop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Basta mahal ko ito!&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goblet cell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Goblet cells are so easy to identify. Good thing one question in the Lab exam asked for this structure to be identified! Whopeee!&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cupa Java&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Sosyal!" This is where it all began.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;odontoid process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wala lang. Feel ko lang!&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;bag of highlighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can't study properly without a highlighter. I feel that I'm not absorbing anything if I don't highlight what I'm reading. I use 5 highlighters, the two most commonly used being the orange and yellow.  I put them all in a pink bag, one that is supposedly used for sunglasses. It's what I lug around when i'm seriously studying. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-112212688218723662?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112212688218723662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112212688218723662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112212688218723662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112212688218723662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-what-where.html' title='who what where'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112029942572242014</id><published>2005-07-02T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T03:17:05.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my stitches' monthsary</title><content type='html'>June 27, 2005 marked the first month anniversary of my beloved stitches!!! *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fifteen days, my stitches should completely heal!!!! SHOULD! SHOULD! SHOULD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dear I hope they do by then!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tears*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-112029942572242014?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112029942572242014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112029942572242014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112029942572242014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112029942572242014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-stitches-monthsary.html' title='my stitches&apos; monthsary'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112029920389313197</id><published>2005-07-02T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T03:13:23.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot, hot, hot!</title><content type='html'>Grrrr! Ayan, may sakit ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my temperature last night and the thermometer read 38 C! I was watching the Unlocking the Da Vinci Code on the National Geographic Channel but I wasn't able to finish it because my feet were so hooooooot! My entire body was definitely hyperthermic but my feet were hotter than my other body parts! I must have seen only 1/3 or at most half of the show, and honestly, I wasn't entirely focused on the show due to my high temp. Here are what I recall from what I saw last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Was Mary Magdalene really a prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;2. Were Jesus and Mary Magdalene really married?&lt;br /&gt;3. Was there biblical evidence to support no. 2?&lt;br /&gt;4. Did the place Migdala (or was it Migdal) exist during the time of Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;5. There were a lot of paintings shown last night that depicted Mary Magdalene and the various biblical stories (is this how you call them?) about her.&lt;br /&gt;6. The narrator was a female.&lt;br /&gt;7. Dan Brown....Dan Brown...So that's how he looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to finish that show, but my body was just not up to it. And well, my health should come first. I just hope there would be a replay someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept early (so early that I also missed Crime Night on the Discovery Channel). It was not exactly a good sleep. Heavens, I slept with the face towel on my forehead! I forgot to take it off because a few minutes after I put it on my forehead, I already went to beddy-bye-land. I was supposed to call my Mom that night but uhmm, you know what happened. Thus, she was so worried that she called around 7:45 this morning to check on me. It was still too early for me to wake up. Hmph! I tried to sleep again but I wasn't able to. Ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt better this morning than I did last night. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I can feel my temperature rising again. Darn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-112029920389313197?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112029920389313197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112029920389313197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112029920389313197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112029920389313197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/07/hot-hot-hot.html' title='hot, hot, hot!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112029801894574365</id><published>2005-07-02T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T02:55:06.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meowwwwww!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss her...big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;Picasa&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/12169713-112029801894574365?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112029801894574365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112029801894574365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112029801894574365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112029801894574365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/07/meowwwwww.html' title='meowwwwww!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-112004939369917902</id><published>2005-06-29T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T02:56:55.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from friendster to blog</title><content type='html'>I took this from my previous profile in friendster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually surrounded by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I enjoy the company of people who have interesting stories to share. The &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; keep on coming. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; follow one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some beautiful nights, I find myself staring at the metro with all its bright lights while feeling the cold wind against my face. I just stare and my gaze travels farther and farther. All this time, I try to be in a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;sentimental mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which could well be the best time to think about a lot of serious stuff. I hie off and leave my talkative and robust self. Though there are a lot of things that I can and probably should think about, I end up thinking about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;. I just enjoy the lights, the wind, the sky. It is in these few precious moments when I am momentarily detached from the laughter of my friends a few meters from me that I feel the entire universe smiling with me and sharing a feeling of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rejoin in the laughter, the stories and the jokes; back to being &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-112004939369917902?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/112004939369917902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=112004939369917902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112004939369917902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/112004939369917902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-friendster-to-blog.html' title='from friendster to blog'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111977403227608616</id><published>2005-06-26T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T06:29:10.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday's song</title><content type='html'>So what if it's a day late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Over And Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nelly feat. Tim McGraw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I can't keep picturing you with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And it hurts so bad, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I replay it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I can't take it yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't shake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see you&lt;br /&gt;Want to see if you still got that look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That one you had for me before we said our goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;And it's a shame that we got to spend our time&lt;br /&gt;Being mad about the same things&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;About the same things&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;But I think she's leaving&lt;br /&gt;Ooh man she's leaving&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to do&lt;br /&gt;(I can't go on not loving you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I can't keep picturing you with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And it hurts so bad, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause its all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I replay it over and over again yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I can't take it yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't shake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day you left&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last breath you took right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;When you said that you would leave&lt;br /&gt;I was too damn stubborn to try to stop you or say anything&lt;br /&gt;But I see clearly now&lt;br /&gt;And this choice I made keeps playing in my head&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Playing my head&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;I think she's leaving&lt;br /&gt;Ooh man she's leaving&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to do&lt;br /&gt;(I can't go on not loving you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I can't keep picturing you with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And it hurts so bad, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause its all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I replay it over and over again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I can't take it I can't shake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now that I've realized that I'm going down&lt;br /&gt;From all this pain you've put me through&lt;br /&gt;Every time I close my eyes I lock it down oh&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on not loving you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I can't keep picturing you with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And it hurts so bad, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I replay it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I can't take it I can't shake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I can't keep picturing you with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And it hurts so bad, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I replay it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I can't take it I can't shake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Over and Over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Over and Over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cause it's all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111977403227608616?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111977403227608616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111977403227608616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111977403227608616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111977403227608616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/06/saturdays-song_26.html' title='saturday&apos;s song'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111968755803929017</id><published>2005-06-25T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:28:33.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains, it pours</title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Meena!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (June 22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Happy Birthday Joma!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (June 26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something could terribly wrong with me. My &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;vitriol&lt;/span&gt; levels must be up which could explain why I have been feeling down lately. Just when I thought that I was already fully and completely back in shape, my &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stitches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started looking all weird which alarmed me so much that I had to seek the help of &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ate Roselyn&lt;/span&gt; (my dormmate, UPCM Class 2007). We went to the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ambulatory Care&lt;/span&gt; unit of PGH (the one fronting the ER) last rainy Tuesday night. I was then advised to go to the OPD minor surgery to let the surgeons have a look. I scheduled that visit for lunch the following day but I was not able to go. Resched: Thursday lunch. However, since &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OSI&lt;/span&gt; can really eat up the lone lunch hour, I wasn't able to go either. And well, Friday was a holiday. Weekend came. So, umm, never mind. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The stitches are not opening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was told last Tuesday night. With that I must calm myself, and my parents as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm thinking about it, I may be entering another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh-I'm-depressed stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which in reality is just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh-I'm-stressed period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I need a break! But hell, it's only been three weeks! There are moooooooore weeks to come! Hmph! I just hope that by the time that we are really swamped with exams, I am already used to the demands of OSI which includes &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brain-numbing lectures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;one hour lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that at most times, is shortened due to extensions in sgd's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not depressed, really. It's just stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to eat a piece of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tears*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111968755803929017?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111968755803929017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111968755803929017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111968755803929017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111968755803929017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='when it rains, it pours'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111906164408828424</id><published>2005-06-18T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T19:27:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday's song...revived</title><content type='html'>I'm really getting bad at blogging...again! Geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it up, here are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;two songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I enjoyed last week. The first one keeps ringing in my head (I am not a schizophrenic!) and the second is a song I have always loved and it suddenly hit me again when I heard it on TV last June 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TELL ME WHERE IT HURTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that sad look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me now)2x&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're feelin' this way&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see you so down, oh baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you cry&lt;br /&gt;And makin' you feel blue&lt;br /&gt;Is there anythin' that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Why don't you tell me where it hurts now, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yes, I'll do my best to make those tears all go away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Just tell me where it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now, tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I love you with a love so tender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oh and if you let me stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'll love all of the hurt away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all those tears coming from&lt;br /&gt;Why are they falling?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, somebody, somebody left your heart in the cold&lt;br /&gt;You just need somebody to hold on, baby&lt;br /&gt;(Give me a chance)&lt;br /&gt;To put back all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Make it just like new&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you cry makin' you feel blue&lt;br /&gt;Is there anythin' that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me baby&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I love you with a love so tender&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you let me stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll love all of the hurt away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letssingit.com/?http://www.letssingit.com/mymp-tell-me-where-it-hurts-z3hr33n.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.letssingit.com/?http://www.letssingit.com/mymp-tell-me-where-it-hurts-z3hr33n.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyz II Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard your voice yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When I turned around to say&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you baby&lt;br /&gt;I realize, it was juss my mind&lt;br /&gt;Played tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems colder lately at night&lt;br /&gt;And I try to sleep with the lights on&lt;br /&gt;Every time the phone rings&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God it's you&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't believe&lt;br /&gt;That we're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no other way to say it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can't deny it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's so easy to see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it turning over this time&lt;br /&gt;Have we really changed our minds about each other's love&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings that we used to share&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to believe&lt;br /&gt;That you don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There's no other way to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I, and I can't deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's so easy to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to gather myself as together&lt;br /&gt;I've been through worst kinds of weather&lt;br /&gt;If it's over now&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be strong&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I've got to carry over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There's no other way to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And I, and I can't deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's so easy to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I miss you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's no other way to say it&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;I miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to see&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no other way to say it&lt;br /&gt;I miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;There's no other&lt;br /&gt;That you're deprived of me now&lt;br /&gt;That you're deprived of me now&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Said I can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I, I miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's so easy to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I miss you and me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Boyz%20II%20Men%20Lyrics/I%20Miss%20You%20Lyrics.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.lyrics007.com/Boyz%20II%20Men%20Lyrics/I%20Miss%20You%&lt;/span&gt;20Lyrics.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111906164408828424?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111906164408828424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111906164408828424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111906164408828424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111906164408828424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/06/saturdays-songrevived.html' title='saturday&apos;s song...revived'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111903200271517355</id><published>2005-06-18T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T18:51:26.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when things become toxic..part one</title><content type='html'>Ahh..&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;classes&lt;/span&gt; have begun. The first week was fine. There were lots of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt; like writing of learning insights and all that cr*p, but basically there was not that much pressure because the course (IDC201) is only a pass/fail course. Attend the plenary and small group discussions (sgd) and participate and you're on the road to a passing grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday (June 14), was the start of the week-long &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HS201: Human Health and Wellness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The course is only a one-week course, so attendance is a very big factor. You could fail the subject and be delayed if you do not attend classes. This time around, the course has a numerical grade equivalent, meaning &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more effort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is needed to meet the numerous requirements (especially since June 13 was a holiday meaning a day was taken from the week-long course). We are supposed to submit three homeworks on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reviewed the class days that passed, I noticed that I always arrived at the dorm late. My class ends at 5 pm but I arrive at the dorm around 7 pm or even later in some days. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;June 7&lt;/span&gt;: 5:30 pm: MSC General Assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;June 8&lt;/span&gt;: I think I was home early this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;June 9&lt;/span&gt;: 6 pm: Medsmerized: Freshmen Acquaintance Party at the UP College of Medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;June 10&lt;/span&gt;: Darn it! Poor memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;June 14&lt;/span&gt;: 5 pm: Friendship games with class 2009. MSC Sports Comm meeting (volunteers for Centennial Fun Run)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;June 15&lt;/span&gt;: Maan and I waited for the rain to soften a bit then went on to wait for Gerald to leave for a dinner engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;June 16&lt;/span&gt;: 5 pm: second MSC GA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;June 17&lt;/span&gt;: 5 pm: Fun Run volunteers meeting. 6 pm: class party at ABAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Busy indeed. So busy that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blogging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has now taken a backseat. When i find the time to go online, I just check the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and post a new message there. I don't create a new post for my blog. I just don't have the enough energy and my brain simply is not in tiptop condition when night falls (8 am-5 pm classes are really draining.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that things are getting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toxic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (and I expect that they will get more toxic in the coming weeks), I would have to adjust some of my activities. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;ADJUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the key here. I see no need for the elimination of relaxing activities. There is just a need to adjust the time allotments. For blogging, I think I shall post new stuff over the weekend, so such posts will become quite long as they will outline my entire week and the great thoughts of the days that passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodnight...But I dare say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;GOOD MORNING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111903200271517355?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111903200271517355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111903200271517355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111903200271517355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111903200271517355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-things-become-toxicpart-one.html' title='when things become toxic..part one'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111823794104490091</id><published>2005-06-08T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T06:39:01.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to my beloved &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KEVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!! snaps!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kuya Jay and Kuya Anz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pong and Queenie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All greetings beyond June 10 shall be posted later this month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so back home, my family gathered around the table for a wonderful dinner which consisted of the perenially &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt;. Mommy even put a candle for my brother to blow. He's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;now. He actually requested for the cake. He does that almost every year, that it can probably qualify as his birthday tradition. He specifically prefers what seems to me a chiffon cake that is covered with icing. Do you remember the bday cakes you used to have as a child, those with a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt; figurine and a painted styrofoam cutout of Happy Birthday? Those with flowers that are heaven sent for sweet-tooths? Those which bear the name of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;celebrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, yeah not celebrant, on the front side? Yup yup yup! That's the kind of cake he prefers for his birthday and not chocolate mousse or chocolate moist. But, well, uhmm, gone is the Batman or Superman figurine and there is no styro cutout. Not even a name. But who cares? All the people in our house know whose birthday it is. The very decor of the cake was the lone &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'15' candle&lt;/span&gt;! awwwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Kevin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111823794104490091?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111823794104490091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111823794104490091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111823794104490091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111823794104490091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/06/birthdays.html' title='birthdays'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111802334480315160</id><published>2005-06-06T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T19:02:24.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday's song</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, so it is not a Saturday. I'm just making up for the previous Saturday since I was not able to post my featured song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At the Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anastacia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We were strangers starting out on our journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Never dreaming what we'd have to go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now here we are and I'm suddenly standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected what you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hope you were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And Life is a road and I want to keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Love is a river I want to keep flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Life is a road now and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A Wonderful journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'll be there whenthe storm is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers on a crazy adventure&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming how our dreams would come true&lt;br /&gt;Now here we stand unafraid of the future&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Like me alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I know that my dream will live on&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the end I wanna be standing at the beginning with you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com"&gt;http://www.lyrics007.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111802334480315160?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111802334480315160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111802334480315160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111802334480315160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111802334480315160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/06/saturdays-song.html' title='saturday&apos;s song'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111802186074223759</id><published>2005-06-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T18:50:24.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>highlights of the past days</title><content type='html'>*I typed this last June 1, but was left unpublished because I had no internet access from the day I arrived here in Manila until earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;May 27&lt;/span&gt;. I underwent a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minor operation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which for me would top my oh-so-serious operations list, the other one being the two stitches on my chin. It was really no biggie. My surgeon even said that the whole thing lacked challenge. Well, well, it was easy for him 'coz he was not the one lying on the bed! Sheesh! I was relieved that the whole thing was not that challenging because that meant lesser time spent in the room. The operation came as a relief actually because my condition was bothering me since the day before. Not only that, my parents are also very much concerned. My brain was already entertaining dark thoughts. What if...What happens....But alas, I am now relieved of this medical burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;May 28&lt;/span&gt;, all I did was move around so slowly, for fear that my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; might open up or bleed or heaven knows what. As night came, I slowly prepared for my return to Manila the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;May 29&lt;/span&gt;. I was at the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;airport&lt;/span&gt;, half praying that there is no familiar face in sight. I do not have any phobia of people, but I just don't feel like seeing someone I know maybe because something in my body hurts. I saw someone whom I know very much. Not within my age bracket, so it was perfectly fine. And she is really going through something terrible at this time so seeing her in the airport was of much shock that any anti-social feelings I had soon vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarding was on time. Aisle seat. My mom between me and my brother. A crying baby in front of me. The baby's grandma from across was slowly testing my patience. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;May 30&lt;/span&gt;. Start of a series of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;orientations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. First, I got my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tcg&lt;/span&gt; from tita pearl and lucky me, I am still a scholar. That means I get to save around 11,000. Being a med student can be costly. I ordered &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt; and they cost around 11000. Other expenses include &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;5 pairs of uniforms, name plates&lt;/span&gt; and still other stuff that will soon be needed in anatomy lab (dissection) and the other subjects. I attended the Phi sponsored orientation around 11 am. all the talks were done by 1 pm and the free luch was then served. I was really starving then, so much that I almost completely lost all focus and attention on the whole thing towards the end. There were lots of freebies! Whopeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;May 31&lt;/span&gt;. Time to get that form 5. Yup, yup! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Registration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time. I volunteered for the collection of the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;msc&lt;/span&gt; student fund. Upon arriving at cm at 8 am, there was a long line in front of the records room. To me, it seemed that there was utter confusion. After some time, we volunteers were finally able to organize ourselves and start doing our job. The enrollment was stressful! Whew! Luckily, I was able to get my f5 early, so I was able to enroll. Others had to wait because the server suddenly just gave up. I decided not to attended the orientation slated for that day. After finishing my shift for the msc, I, together with TP and Gil, headed to the mall. I met with my mom and brother for lunch, then rode a taxi to Gil Puyat to meet my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt;. We then rode a jeep to Glorietta and spent around 3 hrs there. I was dead tired, so I chose not to go to Rob anymore (kevin went after spending 10 min freshening up. Mommy followed around 6:30. I stayed at the hotel and slept a good 30 min then took a much-enjoyed bath and waited for my mom and bro to come hme. I patiently waited for my dinner. Teehee! Like the previous days, sleep came easily after spending time reading an &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Agatha Cristie novel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;June 1&lt;/span&gt;. There was a heavy rain early in the morning. Around 10:30 we left the hotel to go search for the perfect notebook, as in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt; not the spiral notebook. We got home a little past 4 pm. after a few minutes of enjoying the bed and using the bathroom, we rushed to rob to catch a movie. We decided to see &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Say that You Love Me&lt;/span&gt;. We bought premiere tickets! Yeah! Well, such privileges are enjoyed when in the company of parents. haha! I liked the movie because of the light moments. It was just right to cap the day. We had a hard time deciding where to eat. kenny? wendys? chowking? tokyo tokyo? racks? (duh, wala na ito!) jollibee? (oh please no!) aristocrat? max's? Finally, after much deliberation, we decided to dine at &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Max's&lt;/span&gt;. It was a lovely meal. I enjoyed the pancit canton and spring chicken. While waiting for the check, familiar faces greeted us. joma, trinah and tito. Wow! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Joma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is in town! yahoo! Small world! I told Joma that we almost didn't eat there. Joma said the same was true of them too. It's a small world after all. It's a small small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked home. I walked so fast because of a light drizzle. Who wants to get sick these days? Certainly not me. I was carrying a plastic contating bottles of mineral water. It was heavy, but I did not give it a damn. I just put all my strength on my left arm because I could not possibly use my right to carry such a heavy load because, uhmm, well,, my right side is a bit delicate up to this day. We arrived at the hotel all dry. Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at this time, 9:48 pm, I am sitting in our room, typing my heart out. The TV is tuned in to Extra Challenge. I actually had no plans of typing something for my blog, but I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to try out my new notebook. Awwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss my Dad and our cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out! 9:54 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111802186074223759?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111802186074223759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111802186074223759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111802186074223759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111802186074223759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/06/highlights-of-past-days.html' title='highlights of the past days'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111693828618020907</id><published>2005-05-24T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T05:38:06.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>checklist</title><content type='html'>Okay, now I'm full...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching FRIENDS maybe a week or two before I came home. So that was around the third week of March. I really found the show funny that I decided to buy a copy of a whole season of FRIENDS. I bought Season 7 and finished watching all 24 episodes as fast as I could. I found myself addicted to the show and started borrowing VCDs and DVDs from a friend named Mej. So far, I've seen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 1: check&lt;br /&gt;             2: almost finished&lt;br /&gt;             3: nope&lt;br /&gt;             4: yup! yup!&lt;br /&gt;             5: I think so...&lt;br /&gt;             6: Oh yes! courtesy of Star World&lt;br /&gt;             7: definitely&lt;br /&gt;             8: nah&lt;br /&gt;             9: double nah&lt;br /&gt;           10: triple nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess. I am now a fan of the show. So much that I want to have a complete collection of the all the episodes. If I go and buy from Astrovision, a boxed special collector's edition of a season costs P695. There are ten seasons meaning that would cost me P6950. I already have Season 7, but still that means my account will lose P6950. If I go to Greenhills and haggle, an entire season would cost around P1000. Bummer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever way I choose, it's going to cost me...big time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, I can buy an entire season per year..Uhmm, per six months??? three???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111693828618020907?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111693828618020907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111693828618020907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111693828618020907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111693828618020907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/checklist.html' title='checklist'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111693460925705792</id><published>2005-05-24T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T04:42:29.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What A Girl Wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in HBO the other day and really, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oliver James&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the guy who played Ian) is sooooooooooooooo attractive. I love his smile plus the fact that he has a nice voice. He sings well! O yeah baby! I've seen that movie for the third time. The first time around, I already found him cute. The end. When I saw the movie again, I wanted to know who the hell was he. I was unsuccessful though. But last Sunday, ahoy! Kaboom! I texted Gil right away!! She provided me with his name because it just so happens that she liked/likes him too! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I haven't seen the entire movie. Everytime I catch it on HBO, I am not able to watch the entire film. I only catch the same part! Grrrr! Hmm, kamtotinkopit (Abesamis?, 2004), it's no biggie 'coz I can still understand the movie. It's that kind of movie (ala Hilary Duff flicks), not some I-have-to-concentrate-and-catch-every-line movie. And well, Oliver's exposure came late in the film so I really did not miss that much! haha! I checked our DVDs here but we don't have a copy. I'm seriously planning on getting a copy of the movie, for Oliver's sake! Hmm, honestly, I am more serious in getting a copy of the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;. The songs in the movie are good and &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oliver sang some of those songs! As in I waited for the credits &lt;em&gt;kahit na tinatawag na ako for dinner&lt;/em&gt;! Hooooooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I am again &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;infatuated&lt;/span&gt; with a silver screen dude! Haaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I just hope Alfred Vargas does not pursue any romance with Rochelle of Sexbomb because I don't like her!!! Roar!!!!! (&lt;em&gt;Haha! Inangkin&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some stuff:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;San Antonio&lt;/span&gt; won over Phoenix. Game 2 tomorrow - Phoenix homecourt&lt;br /&gt;*Miami lost to the Detroit Pistons in Miami.&lt;br /&gt;*Star World airs the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7th Season of Friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*My brother is in San Fernando, Cebu and we can't call him because the resort is a dead spot. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;*I'm enjoying a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blueberry cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that's worth only P75. It's a whole lot bigger than the Chef D' Angelo cheesecake. Imagine: rectangular plastic container. Well, it's thinner but the blueberry serving is oh so generous! Yummmy! Worth my (oops! my mom's) money!&lt;br /&gt;*My mom, brother and I are flying to Manila on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunday, May 29&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's my Dad's birthday tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111693460925705792?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111693460925705792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111693460925705792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111693460925705792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111693460925705792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111664266300458655</id><published>2005-05-21T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T19:31:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday's songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feels Like Home &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal Kreviazuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Something in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Makes me want to lose myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Makes me want to lose myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;In your arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;There's something in your voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Makes my heart beat fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hope this feeling lasts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how lonely my life has been&lt;br /&gt;And how long I've felt so low&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how I wanted someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;And change my life the way you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;Feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from&lt;br /&gt;Feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;Feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A window breaks down a long dark street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And a siren wails in the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I'm alright 'cause I have you here with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I can almost see through the dark there's light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you knew how much this moment means to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And how long I've waited for your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; If you knew how happy you are making me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've never thought I'd love anyone so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I honestly did not know what is the title of the first featured song. And well, the same goes for the artist. All I knew was the first line of the song. With that teeny info, I still managed to find this song. Whew! Aaaahh, the power of &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;. Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of songs in mind so 'Saturday's song' becomes...tadah!... 'Saturday's songs'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately you've been questioning&lt;br /&gt;If I still see you the same way&lt;br /&gt;Cause through these trying years&lt;br /&gt;We gonna both physically change&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you know you you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful woman I know&lt;br /&gt;So let me reassure you darlin' that&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are truly unconditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;See I'll love you when your hair turns gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Girl I'll still want you if you gain a little weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The way I feel for you will always be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just as long as your love don't change, No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was meant for you and you was meant for me yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I'll make sure that I'll be everything you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Girl the way we are is how its gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just as long as your love don't change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not impressed, more or less&lt;br /&gt;By them girls on the T.V and magazines&lt;br /&gt;Cause honestly I believe that your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Is way more than skin deep&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything about you makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;I have the greatest gift in the world&lt;br /&gt;And even when you get on my last nerve&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see myself being with another girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't waste your time worrying bout&lt;br /&gt;Small things ain't relevant to me&lt;br /&gt;Cause to my understanding your all I want and need&lt;br /&gt;See what I'm trying to say is I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;And as long as your love doesn't change&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby darling I swear that I,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I ain't going nowhere no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't you change baby&lt;br /&gt;I love you, got to know,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111664266300458655?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111664266300458655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111664266300458655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111664266300458655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111664266300458655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/saturdays-songs.html' title='saturday&apos;s songs'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111655764519014148</id><published>2005-05-20T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:28:09.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that one evening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from L-R: Dada, Gid, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only pic with us three in it when I was in &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lake Sebu.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't edit the brightness 'coz Gid likes the effect of the light..Mexican-ish daw..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;Hello&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/12169713-111655764519014148?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111655764519014148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111655764519014148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111655764519014148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111655764519014148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/that-one-evening.html' title='that one evening...'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111655705768389016</id><published>2005-05-20T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T04:08:11.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being a couch potato</title><content type='html'>I have long been friends with our television set, but now, we've grown closer . I spend around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a day watching TV! exaj! Well, sa umaga, nanonood ako ng &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NBA&lt;/span&gt;. I scan the following channels: Solar Sports, ESPN, Star Sports and RPN. Usually, only one of those four broadcasts the live game. Go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SPURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Hehe! I watch the other games as well, lalo na ang Suns vs. Mavs coz my brother is a Mavs fan. Minsan, 'pag talo ang Mavs, masarap mang-asar, but lately, I keep quiet na lang kasi baka mang-asar din siya pag talo ang Spurs 'voz he knows that I'm rooting for the Spurs. At first, I wanted the Mavs to be out early in the Playoffs. I wanted the Rockets to win during the first round. Pero now, naisip ko, mas okay na nanalo ang Mavs sa first round tapos they defeat the Suns. And well, the Spurs should win din para sa Western Conference Finals, it'll be the Spurs vs. Mavs. Nakakaasar if the game starts at 10-10:30 am kasi I get to watch the first three quarters pero I'm not able to finish the game because it's lunch time. Grrr! Eh kadalasan, the fourth quarter is the most exciting! Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dose of sports, it's time for noontime variety shows. I tune in to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Eat Bulaga&lt;/span&gt; then 'pag commercial, nililipat ko sa &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wowowee&lt;/span&gt;. I watch hanggang 2:00 tapos I wait for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Scooby Doo&lt;/span&gt; sa Cartoon Network. It airs at 2:30 pm. Pero kung may lakad ako, umaalis ako around 2:30 pm. If it's a Wednesday, I catch the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Idol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; telecast. Two weeks ago ko lang nadiscover na 3 pm ang live telecast via satellite and that the 4 pm show is just an encore broadcast. So there, when I learned that, I watch AI from 3-5, but during the 4-5 show, I am not completely glued on Star World. I look for a good movie sa HBO, Cinemax or Star Movies. On a Thursday, I prefer watching the results in the evening together with my family para mas exciting. (More on AI on later posts.) It's &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Meteor Garden&lt;/span&gt; time at 5 pm. I switch to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at 5:30. Minsan sinisilip ko rin ang &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;TV Patrol Central Mindanao&lt;/span&gt; at 6 pm, just to see who among my fellows here are making nosie again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 24 Oras at 6:30 pm. Dinner at 7 or 7:15. Time for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at 7:30. Then &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Darna, Encantadia, All ABout Eve and Extra Challenge&lt;/span&gt;. I also catch &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My Wife and Kids&lt;/span&gt; at 9 pm kaya minsan I don't watch Encantadia. I also catch AI replays at 11pm, though if it is a results show, I am often contented with seeing it once (except the time when Anthony was sent home). For my dose of the late night news, I catch &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Insider/Saksi&lt;/span&gt;. Then I look for good movies or documentaries to send me off to beddy byeland....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I spend my day whenever I don't feel like going out to tambay at a friend's house, or bug my mom in her office, or go and play badminton or basketball (lately, it's been raining here kaya basa). And well, it's cold when it rains, so it's much comfortable to be in bed. And when you're in bed, well, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is just there, waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111655705768389016?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111655705768389016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111655705768389016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111655705768389016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111655705768389016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/being-couch-potato.html' title='being a couch potato'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111639611484450194</id><published>2005-05-18T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T23:59:44.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chew..chew..gulp..the end!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibit b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;Hello&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/12169713-111639611484450194?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111639611484450194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111639611484450194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111639611484450194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111639611484450194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/chewchewgulpthe-end.html' title='chew..chew..gulp..the end!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111639577391783317</id><published>2005-05-18T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:05:22.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attack of the giant mangoes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibit a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a normal &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up around 9:30 am, so I had to eat breakfast alone since my mom left early for Kidapawan and my dad already left for work and my brother was almost ready to leave the house. I prepared my Milo then sat on my usual dining chair and spotted the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;colored plastic&lt;/span&gt; containing what I thought were vegetables. Though the plastic certainly caught my eyes, I did not pay any more attention to it. Come lunch time, my dad showed me what was really inside the plastic -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;giant mangoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! He said they came from my aunt, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mommy Jiajora&lt;/span&gt;. I was really amazed with how big they were. I asked if anyone knew where my aunt could have gotten those mangoes. Such a tree with so many giant mango fruits would be an awesome sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom arrived from Kidapawan and all four of us were already home (I came from a friend's house), I noticed how equally amazed my dad was. He kept on showing the mangoes to my us, most especially to my mom. It was then that I learned that those giant mangoes came from my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mom's secretary&lt;/span&gt; and not from my aunt. There was an information mix-up. The mangoes arrived early in the morning when the car (with my mom's sec in it) arrived to pick my mom up. So, they were sort of from Mommy and not Mommy Jiajora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one of the mangoes for dinner. It was then that I thought of taking pictures of the mangoes &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;for remembrance&lt;/span&gt;. After eating, I gathered what I judged to be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two biggest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and started thinking of the perfect spot for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;pictorial&lt;/span&gt;. I grabbed my cam, but unfortunately the 'low battery' icon was flashing on the LCD. I was able to take one picture but it was too dark because I forgot to set the flash. After about a minute, the screen went black and displayed: Change the battery pack. I had to charge the battery. Pictorial postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch the following day (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;), I was finally able to take pictures of the mangoes. I took four. Two shots per "background." Believe me, my parents were supportive of my latest "project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate two more mangoes earlier at lunch. My cousin &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ayi&lt;/span&gt; who was here since 10 am exclaimed, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mukha na itong &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tsinelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." Indeed! So true! You might think I am exaggerating or that my parents, brother and cousin are losing their sight and probably their sanity, but let me assure you that we all are well! To prove that, let me describe those mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those mangoes came from &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pagadian&lt;/span&gt; and are probably called Manggawani or Indian Mango. I don't exactly know. The thing is, they taste like the mango varieties mentioned earlier. Each weighs about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;half a kilo&lt;/span&gt;, depending on size. I personally did some weighing using a bathroom scale. There are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;five mangoes&lt;/span&gt; all in all. Our guess is they weighed a total of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two kilos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine: five mangoes weigh two kilos. I was desperately looking for a ruler here but I can't find one so I just stretched my fingers to get an &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;estimate length&lt;/span&gt;. The average length of each is the distance between the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;thumb and the pinky&lt;/span&gt; when you (fully) stretch those fingers. They really are big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have been a bit silly to photograph those mangoes but hey, I don't get to see mangoes that big everyday. But no matter how big those mangoes are or how amazed I was and is, nothing changes the fact that mangoes are &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;not among my favorite fruits.&lt;/span&gt; This mango-is-not-my-fave-fruit story is reserved for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were five. Now, there are only two mangoes remaining. The "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;attack&lt;/span&gt;" continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;Hello&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/12169713-111639577391783317?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111639577391783317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111639577391783317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111639577391783317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111639577391783317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/attack-of-giant-mangoes.html' title='attack of the giant mangoes!!!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111631831789351737</id><published>2005-05-17T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T01:41:39.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in my opinion, it's beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this pic!! Feeling ko ang galing ko magtake ng picture! haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;Hello&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/12169713-111631831789351737?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111631831789351737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111631831789351737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111631831789351737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111631831789351737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-my-opinion-its-beautiful.html' title='in my opinion, it&apos;s beautiful!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111631811839712531</id><published>2005-05-17T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T01:53:24.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>voila!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/217/5818/320/IMG_1243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peek at Lake Sebu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally downloaded &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Picasa&lt;/span&gt;! Since I was trying it for the first time, I ended up posting a blank entry -- no picture in sight. Then the caption that I put in for the second pic appeared on this photo. It was a mess! After more exploring and clicking on the right places....tadah!!! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Look&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Look&lt;/span&gt;! Everything's in the right place. Bravo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it may seem obvious but I still want to make an official statement. This is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;first photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I posted. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111631811839712531?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111631811839712531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111631811839712531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111631811839712531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111631811839712531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/voila.html' title='voila!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111631576432432193</id><published>2005-05-17T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:42:44.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aha!</title><content type='html'>It's when &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; sets in that you start feeling what you should have felt long ago. It's not exactly a slap in the face that would instantly wake you up. It's more of a gradual &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;awakening&lt;/span&gt;. It slowly brings you face-to-face with the fact that what you've heard before was really true. That one sight shatters all the reassuring stories you created. To top it all off, you see that he is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you keep on smiling, partly glad that you've seen him. Sad because she is with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you decide to tell someone what happened and how you felt not because you are a gossip but because you need to let it all out. That someone will tell you this, another one will say one thing more. You just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If you are a comic, you'd treat everything as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exterior shows a smile. Inside -- it's a whole different thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't dwell on the past. You go on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Live&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111631576432432193?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111631576432432193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111631576432432193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111631576432432193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111631576432432193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/aha.html' title='aha!'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111615377685492963</id><published>2005-05-15T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T03:53:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>male celebs</title><content type='html'>Note: This is a personal list and definitely is in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD-LOOKING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Male Celebs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Richard Gere&lt;br /&gt;2. Jude Law&lt;br /&gt;3. Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;4. Chad Michael Murray&lt;br /&gt;5. Hugh Grant&lt;br /&gt;6. Dennis Trillo&lt;br /&gt;7. Alfred Vargas&lt;br /&gt;8. Richard Gutierrez&lt;br /&gt;9. Cogie Domingo&lt;br /&gt;10. Jericho Rosales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any objections???? Hush hush! The best thing to do is to make your own list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, congratulations to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dennis Trillo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! He won another acting award, this time from the Film Academy of the Philippines: Best Actor in a Lead Role. As usual, he looked super &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during the award's night!! A-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, speaking of the awards night, I have a lot to say about the whole thing. Watch out for that! Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111615377685492963?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111615377685492963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111615377685492963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111615377685492963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111615377685492963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/male-celebs_15.html' title='male celebs'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111603861403816250</id><published>2005-05-14T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:47:17.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday's song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESPECIALLY FOR YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you know what I was going through&lt;br /&gt;All the time we were apart I thought of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were in my heart&lt;br /&gt;My love never changed&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you I was feeling that way too&lt;br /&gt;And if dreams were wings, you know&lt;br /&gt;I would have flown to you&lt;br /&gt;To be where you are&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more dreaming about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the loneliness and the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CHORUS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And now we're back together, together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wanna show you my heart is oh so true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And all the love I have is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Especially for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you, you mean all the world to me&lt;br /&gt;How I'm certain that our love was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life&lt;br /&gt;You showed me the way&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited long enough to find you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put all the hurt behind you Oh,&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna bring out all the love inside you, Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were in my heart&lt;br /&gt;My love never changed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111603861403816250?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111603861403816250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111603861403816250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111603861403816250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111603861403816250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/saturdays-song.html' title='saturday&apos;s song'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111603691704277809</id><published>2005-05-14T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T19:56:05.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lake sebu...day two</title><content type='html'>It was going to be a long day and I had (meaning I was forced..haha!) to get up at a bloody &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6 am&lt;/span&gt;. I stepped out of our room and stared at the lake. It was still the same peaceful and serene view, only this time, the sun was just starting to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the night before, the air was cold. The tap water was even colder! &lt;em&gt;Ang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;lamiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig&lt;/span&gt; talaga kaya ang bilis kong naligo!&lt;/em&gt; My body was numbed by the cold. &lt;em&gt;Naliligo naman ako ng malamig sa bahay pero iba talaga ang lamig doon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Sebu is famous for tilapias. Our lunch the day before was tilapia. I had tilapia for dinner. And breakfast was again......tadah! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tilapia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;em&gt;Pero maliliit lang sila. Mas okay sana kung malalaki para yummmmmm! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First activity: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOATING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was excited. Mommy was hesitant. &lt;em&gt;Ang excuse niya, hindi raw siya marunong lumangoy. &lt;/em&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;* *&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Ako rin po, hindi. &lt;/em&gt;The boat can accommodate 20 persons and after some time, we were ready to go. Not five meters from the "dock," the engine sputtered. *cough* *cough* Then it stopped. Woooooh, exciting! Haha! It was so ironic because the other boat (&lt;em&gt;na sabi nila ay sira daw&lt;/em&gt;) suddenly came to life. Boatman no. 2 suggested that we transfer. I'm not sure if he wanted us to transfer right there and then. That would have been a bit scary but fun. He pulled us back to the "dock" and we hit the second boat. There was screaming, hell yeah! Once the boat was safely tied to the "dock," we climbed out of the boat. &lt;em&gt;Konting stretching muna tapos ang iba eh sumakay na dun sa kabilang boat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second boat is good only for fifteen people. I really, really wanted to go boating! I gave my mom a '&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;let's-go-ride-the-boat&lt;/span&gt;' look. &lt;em&gt;Pero sabi niya, ayaw na niya. Ako na lang daw. Sabi ko, okay. Sumakay na ako. Siya nakatayo lang dun. Pero sumama rin siya kasi kinulit siya ng officemates niya. Isa lang ang life jacket sa second boat at sabi ni Mommy, kanya na raw iyon kaya tawanan sila. Ako, tawa rin pero tahimik lang. &lt;/em&gt;Talaw ged i ina ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go. We had to turn around and it was such a sharp turn that I felt the boat will &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;capsize&lt;/span&gt;. That was the only time in the whole ride that I felt scared, because it was my side that nearly completely touched the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched the water during the boat ride not just once. It was cold, like the wind hitting my face and blowing my hair away. I took a lot of &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;pictures of the scenery&lt;/span&gt; (the islands, water, etc.) The guide informed us of the islands' names and brief info about each. There was &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Balikuskos Island&lt;/span&gt; (hideout of Gen. Balikuskos during WWII), &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Isla Grande&lt;/span&gt; (the biggest), &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Three Fingers Island&lt;/span&gt; (guess why) and some other small islands still unnamed. There was a 3-hectare island for sale at P5 million. A certain Valenzuela family owns it at the moment and is still interested in selling. Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi na sinabi uli ng guide kung gaano na kalalim ang lake lalo na nung nasa napakalalim na part na raw kami. Basta sinabi na lang niya malalim. Kasi naman, nung paalis na kami, sinabi niya na &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40 feet deep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doon at ayun, naloka ang mga officemate ng mom ko (pati siya kasamang naloka). Nagbibiro pa si Mommy na dapat tumabi siya dun sa marunong lumangoy. Joke nga lang kaya un?! Hehe.. Mabigat daw kami. Baka 15 nga kaming nakasakay pero mabibigat naman ang iba. Haha! Feeling! Nalamang mabigat dahil ang lalaki ng mga alon na nagawa ng boat. Sigurado akong may mga natakot lalo dahil sa sinabi ng guide. Nang may makasalubong kami na nakasakay sa bangka na mukhang good for one lang, bumagal ang takbo namin. Inakala ko nga na gaya nung una e tumirik ang makina. Paliwanag ng guide (bago pa man makapagpahayag ng takot at pangamba ang sinoman), kailangang bagalan dahil maaaring tumaob ang bangka ng lalaki dahil sa laki ng mga alon na nagagawa ng boat namin. Give and take daw&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat ride took us 30-35 minutes. Usually, it takes 45 minutes, but we were in a hurry since we still have to go visit the Seven Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second activity: Go and see the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN FALLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But we only managed to see the 1st and 2nd. &lt;em&gt;Mahirap daw ang daan patungo sa 3rd-7th&lt;/em&gt;. Our group was the first to arrive in Falls 1 because one of the guides rode with us. &lt;em&gt;Ang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;GANDA ng FALLS 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!! I was not able to take a bath there or have my picture taken underneath the falling water. To make up, I touched the water and took a lot of pictures (both with me in them and of the falls alone). &lt;em&gt;Ang sarap pa ng feeling dahil nawiwisikan ako gawa ng paghampas sa bato ng bumabagsak na tubig&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;After we fully enjoyed Falls 1, we walked our way to Falls 2. We crossed a bamboo bridge and went through a difficult trail. &lt;em&gt;Medyo naka-slant kasi kaya feeling ko, mahuhulog na ako. Tapos madulas pa kasi medyo umambon the day before. &lt;/em&gt;Actually, what we only saw of Falls 2 was the top of it. The guide said we'll have to walk more or less 200 meters to reach Falls 2 and enjoy it wholly. &lt;em&gt;Hindi na namin nagawa iyon. Gusto ko pero wala ng oras. Haaaaay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to come back to Lake Sebu. Next time, I'll try to visit more than Falls 1 and 2. (ahem! Imed2010!!!! Prod2003!!! Game!) And as usual, I'll bring an ice box and bring home fresh, big tilapias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great overnight vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I was nowhere near any beach. I was near a lake. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111603691704277809?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111603691704277809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111603691704277809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111603691704277809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111603691704277809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/lake-sebuday-two.html' title='lake sebu...day two'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111587089204463549</id><published>2005-05-12T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:10:31.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lake sebu..day one</title><content type='html'>I was in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lake Sebu, South Cotabato&lt;/span&gt; last Monday. It was just an overnight stay at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Punta Isla Lake Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My Mom attended a planning seminar there and I was invited to join them as the &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;honored guest&lt;/span&gt;. Kidding! I hitched a ride with her on the GSIS-owned car then we personally paid for my accommodation, tour and food. The government DID NOT shed a single cent for my stay there. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I informed Dada of the plan to go to Lake Sebu more than a week ago. When we were already traveling the smooth but winding road going to the resort, I took out my phone and looked for a signal but there was none. I felt so bad because I was thinking what if there is no signal in the resort! I would have missed a chance to ask Dada to come around! I kept my eyes on the road particularly on the sari-sari stores we passed by, hoping to catch a glimpse of a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Globe Autoload&lt;/span&gt; poster because if the Autoload service is available then there must be a Globe signal in the area. And there it was, uhmm, more like there they were! Poster after poster! Yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent Dada a message that I am in Lake Sebu and to my surprise and utter delight, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gideon was also in Koronadal&lt;/span&gt;. He just arrived that same day!! Yippppeeee! My overnight trip just got better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before lunch, I busied myself taking pictures of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;breathtaking scenery&lt;/span&gt;. I was pretending to be a professional photographer. &lt;em&gt;Pagbigyan niyo na ako sa mga pantasya ko. &lt;/em&gt;Professional or not, the view was sooooooooooooooooooooooo great and the pictures turned out good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to visit me at the resort! When we saw each other, we were like little kids!!! We kept on laughing!! &lt;em&gt;Para namang hindi kami nagkasama-sama sa nakalipas na dalawang taon at parang hindi kami magkakasama sa lima pang taon! &lt;/em&gt;I honestly did not know of Gid's plans to go to Koronadal that day. It was really our &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt; that our scheduled trips coincided! Whoopeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us had a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; in tow and we took pictures. Of course, only two people at a time were in the pictures. We exchanged cameras and kept on clicking, never mind if the background is not something portrait-ey. We were in the parking lot for goodness' sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go down and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoy the lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. True enough, the lake was and is beautiful! It was such a serene sight. Birds swooped to grab fish to eat. The water was still. It was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;perfectly peaceful place&lt;/span&gt;. Because we three are Imed 2010 kiddos, we took pictures again, one camera after the other. Too bad Dada's camera bowed down due to drained batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around six, we headed back up. Gid, Dada and his parents had to go because it is difficult to drive back when it gets too dark. &lt;em&gt;Hindi uso doon ang street lights. &lt;/em&gt;Dada's parents invited me to dinner at &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Estares Resort,&lt;/span&gt; which is just near the Punta Isla. I had to go to my mom and tell her. It took me around 15 minutes just waiting for her to finish talking about the e-card and other office stuff. She was in a seminar, ya' know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed dinner! Dada looks more like his mom. Haha! I learned how Dada's dog got his name, that they now have a yaya in their Manila apartment, that they know a certain Macky Binangon from Cotabato City (He certainly sounded so familiar and as I later confirmed, my parents actually know him and are friends with him and his wife.). Teehee! And for the first time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we three had our picture taken together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was beautiful! &lt;em&gt;Naks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back to Punta Isla. Time to thank Tito and Tita for dinner. Time to bade Dada and Gid goodbye. Time to wish Gid an enjoyable stay in South Cotabato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were gathered for a videoke session. They were actually my mom's companions. I went back to our room/cottage. Mommy and I were thinking if we should join the group. &lt;em&gt;Dapat siya lang kasi hindi naman ako taga-COA pero sabit ako sa trip na ito kaya ayun&lt;/em&gt;. I did not sing, okay?! &lt;em&gt;Naglaro lang ako sa phone ni Mommy habang dahan-dahang inaantok dahil sa mga kanta nung mga lalaki. Sobrang nakakaantok. Sabi nga ni Mommy, pang-matanda na kasi. &lt;/em&gt;Haha! Someone sang Let's Get Loud just so they could dance around using the Hataw steps. &lt;em&gt;Ginawang exercise! Todo inuman sila. Mabait kami ni Mommy. Bow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the group around 10 pm, but the singing went on. Oh boy, they were certainly disturbing the tranquility of the area. I pity the sleeping animals! Hihi! Finally, there was peace and quiet at 11:30 pm. I'll bet that if they were not informed of the closing time of the videoke area, the singing might have progressed until morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The night was extremely cold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep came around 12:20 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story shall unfold six hours later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111587089204463549?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111587089204463549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111587089204463549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111587089204463549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111587089204463549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/lake-sebuday-one.html' title='lake sebu..day one'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111530594991538744</id><published>2005-05-05T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T08:19:28.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cat attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voila&lt;/span&gt;!!! Welcome my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tagboard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Haha! *&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheers&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, our pet cat approached me and acted all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cute and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which may not require any acting at all because she really is cute and kind. But to my shock, she was agitated and somewhat crazy the other day. I gather she is not schizophrenic. Then what could possibly be behind her sudden change in behavior which prompted her to stick out those claws and leave &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gorgeous marks&lt;/span&gt; on my right shin and left leg??? I wasn't spared by those sharp teeth. Her molar left a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;goooooood impression&lt;/span&gt;. I kept on staring at my right foot because there was a deep mark, which luckily slowly returned to normal. She is not normally like this. Yeah, she is playful and she chases me around and grabs my leg but this time around, I was not even running here and there. I was in bed, watching a game between the Rockets and Mavericks. She attacked me. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be because she is reaching puberty? That's what my mother speculates. Estrus it is, I demanded! Oh my friggin' crap, she is growing up! Sooner, all those cats outside will go after her successfully and in my Dad's terms, "rape" her. Horror! What if she goes after those nasty cats?!Double horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my Dad is very protective of her. After all, he was the one who picked her up from the tennis court and brought her home. At night, when my Dad is in bed, the cat would climb up and lie down on his malong. She would look like a cat angel, lying in a very comfortable and relaxed position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;member of the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My Mom prepares her food. She is not a Whiskas cat! Mommy disciplines that cat. She gives the cat a slap when it touches our food on the table. I think the cat was also punished when it broke some stuff sitting on top of our refrigerator. Good thing the ketchup bottle was still in one piece. That would have meant more trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I are in charge of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;playing with our pet&lt;/span&gt;, and we are loving the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cat is like the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sister I never had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. When we go out, we always search for her and say goodbye. Upon coming home, we look for her almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our cat because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she makes my family smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She brings us joy. She removes our stress, especially my Dad's who has been very busy lately. Nothing can compare to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that cat attack couldn't have been prevented I guess. I mean it was Mother Nature calling her. After all, one attack can be easily forgotten even by just looking at her. Now, she is just behind me, slowly closing her eyes while seated comfortably on a white monobloc chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ssssssshhhhhh. She's sound asleep now. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111530594991538744?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111530594991538744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111530594991538744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111530594991538744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111530594991538744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/cat-attack.html' title='cat attack'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111503212478418245</id><published>2005-05-02T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T04:08:44.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggie world</title><content type='html'>I've been keeping this blog a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since I started working on it. This is the first time that I personally selected the skin and it took me such a long time to find the right one! After downloading a beautiful skin, I became busy preparing my new blog when I started thinking, 'Ay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; etc etc etc!' So I had to search for a new skin. Then, I finally found what I liked so I focused on fixing the html codes. I tried to remember every single thing I learned about html back in high school! I managed to alter some stuff. I even downloaded a color code swatch for html. I'm almost contented with that part. The next dilemma is the content. Weeks ago, I had a lot of things in mind which prompted my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;reincarnation in bloggie world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but since I was so engrossed in designing my blog, I had little time to create entries. Silly me! Then I still want to copy the entries from my previous blog and put them in an archive here in my new blog, but I absolutely have no idea how to do that. At this point in my preparation for the formal launching of this blog, I am looking for a &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt; with no success yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough already. Time to edit this and change that. Oooooo, html codes can be fun and grrrrr all at once! Ladeedah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111503212478418245?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111503212478418245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111503212478418245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111503212478418245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111503212478418245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/05/bloggie-world.html' title='bloggie world'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169713.post-111407176027125124</id><published>2005-04-21T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:22:40.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now i'm back</title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;drumroll please&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tadah&lt;/span&gt;! welcome to my new blog! this is my &lt;strong&gt;first post&lt;/strong&gt;! by the time any other human being is reading this, my new blog is really ready for public viewing because at this point, it is far from getting a "seal of completion".. my profile's an eyesore. i don't have a tagboard. things are really still messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not deleting my other blog. haha! for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;posterity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reasons my goodness! pero i want to transfer the entries to my new blog. hmm, not really transfer, more like copy so that my new blog will be booming with entries. tsk.tsk.tsk. it looks like i still have a lot of tinkering to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169713-111407176027125124?l=thecatbarked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/feeds/111407176027125124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169713&amp;postID=111407176027125124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111407176027125124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169713/posts/default/111407176027125124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatbarked.blogspot.com/2005/04/now-im-back.html' title='now i&apos;m back'/><author><name>sHeNg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02474422466104737297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
