<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569</id><updated>2009-11-08T19:02:25.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>b a r d o t  files</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;no drama&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-706586238319940847</id><published>2009-09-01T18:59:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:54:24.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy politics'/><title type='text'>looks like i see a small light at the end of this very long tunnel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;mar roxas announced that he's dropping his candidacy in support of ninoy aquino.  such inspiring humility.  i hope he becomes ninoy's running mate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope the people will vote for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope that they win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-706586238319940847?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/706586238319940847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=706586238319940847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/706586238319940847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/706586238319940847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2009/09/looks-like-i-see-small-light-at-end-of.html' title='looks like i see a small light at the end of this very long tunnel...'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-2068503152984844428</id><published>2009-05-20T22:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:56:26.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kris allen'/><title type='text'>my kris</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/ShS4Iyk0wnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-SzHXdeOyok/s1600-h/kris-allen-american-idol-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/ShS4Iyk0wnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-SzHXdeOyok/s320/kris-allen-american-idol-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338093919495570034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ever since i heard him sing ain't no sunshine, i had rooted for him to win it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight he won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my idol is now the new american idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go kris!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-2068503152984844428?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/2068503152984844428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=2068503152984844428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-5030684150809957477</id><published>2009-03-19T20:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:58:23.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>power tripping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;first, erap became a free man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;then most recently, ninoy aquino murder convicts also became free men.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;now, romeo jalosjos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;who’s next gloria?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-5030684150809957477?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-2563923242601752441</id><published>2009-01-15T21:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:19:44.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate winter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;really.  hate.  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at almost -30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;°C&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, my car didn't start.  my ever reliable car would not start!?!  arrrgh! i should have followed my neighbors and plugged in my block heater. too little too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-2563923242601752441?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/2563923242601752441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=2563923242601752441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/2563923242601752441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/2563923242601752441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-winter.html' title='i hate winter!!!'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-3035345419205401818</id><published>2008-11-05T19:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:55:48.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>president-elect obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/SRI9DnnLLxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/viCZo2tVzZA/s1600-h/barack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/SRI9DnnLLxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/viCZo2tVzZA/s320/barack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265338046731726610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what i thought to be a respected broadsheet, the headline is just distasteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do they have to play the color issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a country of colored skin, I did not expect this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you disappoint me, Inquirer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-3035345419205401818?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/SRI9DnnLLxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/viCZo2tVzZA/s72-c/barack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-1003142851095274327</id><published>2008-10-04T20:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:59:04.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>how does one get over a betrayal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;he fucks a girl.  he continues to communicate with the girl. and he thinks she should just get over it after admitting and apologizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when did cheating became okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, uh yeah... men think it's okay to cheat as long as they're the one doing the deed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-1003142851095274327?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/1003142851095274327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=1003142851095274327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/1003142851095274327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/1003142851095274327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-does-one-get-over-betrayal.html' title='how does one get over a betrayal?'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-1488231730740894736</id><published>2008-09-20T11:37:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:29:00.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libak'/><title type='text'>who's dumb? dumber? dumbest?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl claims to be in love with another guy whom she has known before her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other guy did not marry her claiming friends find her too old for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other guy blames friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl still meets the other guy with husband's knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl even goes out with husband and the other guy together.  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband says he got her a virgin that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl insists nothing happened between her and the guy.  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband believes her coz she was a virgin.  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl thinks it's alright as long as no sex. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl says in front of husband she loves the other guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband doesn't mind coz she was a virgin.  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other guy continues to go out with girl and husband.  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's dumb?  dumber?  dumbest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're just as confused as i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;if what society thinks of you affects you, then you better conform to their standard.  if you get pissed off when people talk about you, then you better straighten your act. if you think you're right when people around you think otherwise, think it out.  think it hard.  think twice.  get some counseling.  or pray.  pray hard for wisdom. it is definitely what you don't have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;stupid.  selfish.  jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-1488231730740894736?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/1488231730740894736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=1488231730740894736&amp;isPopup=true' 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term='tv'/><title type='text'>couch potato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacey's back!  errr, rather, joshua jackson.  and he's hot as ever!  i don't know why but i almost always love canadian actors - especially jason priestley.  almost - coz i don't like jim carrey.  sorry but i find him o.a.  but i did like him at liar liar.  so anyway, tuesdays at 9 is booked for fringe for some yummy jj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tentatively, this is going to be my fall tv schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; monday - heroes, the sarah connor chronicles, prisonbreak&lt;br /&gt; tuesday - house, fringe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ncis, dwts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  wednesday - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;criminal minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, smallville&lt;br /&gt; thursday - grey's anatomy, survivor, 90210&lt;br /&gt; friday -ghost whisperer, greek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd!  i am going to be very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm on the brink of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-4316511982100003233?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-2349544985375424940</id><published>2008-08-16T11:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:05:58.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gold at last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a first world country, canada sucks at the beijing olympics.  it took 8 days to win its first  medal.  good thing it's a gold.  still, it's disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we better be better in the coming winter olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-2349544985375424940?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-8358676234649701713</id><published>2008-05-09T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:59:21.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>moonlight</title><content type='html'>i love you mick st john.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-8358676234649701713?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/8358676234649701713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=8358676234649701713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/8358676234649701713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/8358676234649701713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2008/05/moonlight.html' title='moonlight'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-8619161022264435402</id><published>2008-03-07T22:14:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:26:15.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wala lang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><title type='text'>pinoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am soooooo tired of the snow now. i can't take it anymore. this is just too much. enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please snow, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just watching videos of ramiele on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; like &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=MVjbUGvh2Kc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=EghfaWmFL9g&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; when i came into &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=PjtVa1yvALI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; about filipinos discussing about filipinos versus filipino-americans.  or rather the filipinos raised in america versus those raised in the philippines.  obviously, a division on the filipino community.  very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some points raised:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. what does it mean to be a filipino?&lt;br /&gt;. what is the essence of being a filipino? &lt;br /&gt;. do you need to be able to speak tagalog to be called a genuine filipino?&lt;br /&gt;. can't you claim to be a filipino because you can't speak in filipino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my take? this is really complicated. it doesn't mean that just because we're filipinos that we could all naturally get along. my gawd!  even families can't get along by themselves. although i agree that we tend to gravitate to our own race, personality still matters, whether you speak english with an accent or not.  there are a lot of issues involved in this too.  for one, most filipinos have this sir/mam status mentality. inconspicuously, that may be stopping us from co-existing without insecurities. another is the filipino pride.  we have too much of it but are oftentimes misguided by it. this pride can lead us to look up on filipinos who speak fluent english, yet it can also lead us to look down on filipinos who speak english with the accent.  these are only a few that i can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a very complicated topic and we don't really need to argue.  i myself can't pinpoint how i can define one's 'filipino-ness.'  all i know is that it can not be on the color of your skin, or on how well you can speak tagalog, or on pakikisama, or utang na loob, or on respect of the elders, or on the close-knit family, yadda yadda.  i just know i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;my friend just got into an accident while driving on the snow.  good thing nobody was hurt and the car just got a dent.  just one more reason to hate snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;i am a canadian citizen and a filipino citizen.  but i am filipino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-8619161022264435402?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/8619161022264435402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=8619161022264435402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/8619161022264435402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/8619161022264435402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2008/03/pinoy.html' title='pinoy'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-6846139925456300575</id><published>2008-03-02T00:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:28:49.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babe'/><title type='text'>canadian shtick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. pronounce against as &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;[uh-geynst] &lt;/span&gt;and about as &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;[uh-boot]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. read thousands in hundreds (i.e. 1200 as 12 hundred as opposed to one thousand and two hundred)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... say "Eh" in every sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know... it's kinda wierd eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a stop light this afternoon, the driver and the passenger of the car in front of me kissed while waiting for the green light.  i thought "why can't they just wait till they get home?"  then i realised, cris and i also do the same kiss on a stop light often.  and then i smiled and thought "what a romantic pair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.  too fast to whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-6846139925456300575?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/6846139925456300575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=6846139925456300575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/6846139925456300575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/6846139925456300575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2008/03/canadian-shtick.html' title='canadian shtick'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-6882514020493088478</id><published>2008-02-23T11:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:04:06.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayaw'/><title type='text'>america's best dance crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i am hooked with america's best dance crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourites:&lt;br /&gt;Kaba Modern and JabbaWockeeZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asians can hip and hop and pop and krump as hard just as any hardcore hiphop dancer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-6882514020493088478?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/6882514020493088478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=6882514020493088478&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/6882514020493088478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/6882514020493088478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2008/02/americas-best-dance-crew.html' title='america&apos;s best dance crew'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-6349181845677249631</id><published>2008-02-22T21:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:47:35.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wala lang'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as possible, i'd like to understand each person's eccentricities.  but i'm gonna indulge myself to some whining and bashing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cluttered - with a capital C.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are some people just plain messy - with their things, and well, same as their life.   really.   mind you, when you look at her, she looks so tidy and hygienic and all that.   yet when you look at her room, it is so messy that even a snake would complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.  damak.  i hope a snake bites her so she'll wake up and clean up.   no venom, k?   i may be mean but i'm no evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-6349181845677249631?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/6349181845677249631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=6349181845677249631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/6349181845677249631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/6349181845677249631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2008/02/whine.html' title=''/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-1904685575696943711</id><published>2008-02-06T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:14:51.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still in shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/R6ppjxpwJlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0g3fcPUivx8/s1600-h/heath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/R6ppjxpwJlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0g3fcPUivx8/s320/heath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164055986078492242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 16 days, i still can't get over the fact that heath ledger is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-1904685575696943711?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/1904685575696943711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=1904685575696943711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/1904685575696943711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/1904685575696943711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2008/02/still-in-shock.html' title='still in shock'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/R6ppjxpwJlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0g3fcPUivx8/s72-c/heath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-7475945115683532775</id><published>2008-01-16T20:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:41:09.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hi-techie'/><title type='text'>mba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/R46y4NIevXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Kj14zp29pe0/s1600-h/macair.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156255302053444978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/R46y4NIevXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Kj14zp29pe0/s320/macair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;first look and W O W! i'm in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;then you get down to the details and you get the real deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no user replaceable battery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;only 1 usb port.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no ethernet port.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no optical drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and you shed at least $1799 for not having these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;yes it is sexy. but that's all it is. form without the function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;indeed, it is the air. nothing but just air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;can't wait to get my hands on my new baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: vrinda;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-7475945115683532775?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/7475945115683532775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=7475945115683532775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/7475945115683532775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/7475945115683532775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2008/01/mba.html' title='mba'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/R46y4NIevXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Kj14zp29pe0/s72-c/macair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-7816289970290564162</id><published>2008-01-12T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:42:06.463-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bilmoko'/><title type='text'>i want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a new notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an ipod touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new camera.  any kind of canon camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new look for my room.  new paint. new bedframe. new side tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tv in the living room.  i know i shouldn't place one but i want to be sitting there in the morning while sipping coffee.  and the only way for me to do that is to have a tv in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many wants.  and when i get them, i know i'd want new things of the same thing again after a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i be contented with what i currently have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we just ordered an xps m1330 last night.  writing it, or wishing out loud truly helps! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:vrinda;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;now for the next item on the list... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:vrinda;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:vrinda;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:vrinda;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-7816289970290564162?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-5515228051708137947</id><published>2008-01-12T11:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:42:42.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wala lang'/><title type='text'>nega</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i want to blog.  i do.  but i can't think of a particular subject to blog.  should i write about my life?  what part of my life?  or should i just whine and complain?  nega naman.  i want to write about something nice.  my love life kaya.  but i don't want to share it to people who don't know me.  current events?  nega pa rin. politics? di pwedeng politics in the philippines kasi super nega.  canadian naman is boring.  US politics is quite interesting right now with the presidential nominees race.  then again, paki ko ba dun sa states?  i don't live there.  for now.  ewan ko ba why i don't like to live in america.  i mean the united states ha.  the place is okay but the mindset is just so above and beyond that it annoys me.  they think the world is america.  they think they own the world and has the right meddle in anything.  well, di naman silang lahat.  but my boyfriend is one.  sobrang bilib sa america.  hmp.  buti nga at down ang dollar nila ngayon.  mirisi.  sigh.  see?  pati ako naging nega na rin.  tama na nga to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'vrinda';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-5515228051708137947?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-1953181726271064536</id><published>2007-09-21T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:02:40.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eye candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;b  e  a  u  t  i  f  u  l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/img.autos.yahoo.com/i/articles/most_coveted_cars/koenigsegg_ccx_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.autos.yahoo.com/i/articles/most_coveted_cars/koenigsegg_ccx_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Koenigsegg CCX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-1953181726271064536?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/1953181726271064536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=1953181726271064536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/1953181726271064536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/1953181726271064536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2007/09/eye-candy.html' title='eye candy'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-4789460037062749365</id><published>2007-09-14T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:02:07.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dory Tan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/RuqqhrBgqnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cHgmVQzi9fk/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110084222666713714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/RuqqhrBgqnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cHgmVQzi9fk/s200/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I consider myself a religious person. I studied in a Catholic School since elementary and Catholicism has been instilled since I can remember to remember. In all those times, we always prayed before and after every subject or class. There was also a class devoted to Catholic study (Religion, Christian Living or Religious Education). I would bet that there was never a day when I never prayed. Never. But that doesn’t mean that I believe in everything that was taught to me. In all honesty, I doubt religion per se, in this case, the Catholic religion which is the only religion I know. I question the bible. I question the words in the bible, I question its authenticity. I question God’s existence. I question Jesus. Yes I doubt almost everything, but I don’t doubt that there’s some thingie above us who will always be there to guide us, to shower us with blessings, to show to us his power in making everything wonderful. I guess that’s what you call faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to go to &lt;a href="http://www.marmora.org/"&gt;Marmora, Ontario&lt;/a&gt; without any knowledge of what the place is, of what is there, or of what we’re going there for. I was still half-awake (at 9:30 am!) when Ate Lina called me to get up and get ready for the trip out of town. As I was told that it was way over Silver Lake Park (about a 2hr drive from Ottawa), I requested not to drive for I don’t enjoy long drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parking lot is already full of cars and buses at around 3pm. I was wondering why this many people? What is special about this place? Just looking at the sculptures and the stations of the cross, they were really simple and there was nothing special about them. It was then when they’ve told me that Marmora is actually a place of Marian apparitions. Add to that, it’s September 8 and the it’s the birthday of Mama Mary. They say that there has been a handful of individuals that has experienced the presence of the Blessed Virgin Mary while doing the stations of the cross. That some people has experienced the presence of the BVM with those specific individuals through the smell of roses or some weather happening like rain or snow or the sun dancing. When I hear stories like that, I don’t really believe them outright. It's really hard to trust anybody in this world now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person who have claimed to have private revelations with the Blessed Virgin Mary is Dory Tan. She was there and a lot of people try to go into her for her to offer some prayers for them. I was one of them. I do go with the flow. Hehe. I don't know but I didn't feel any thing. Not some presence or something. I do admire her patience in dealing with everyone who wants to have some piece of her. And she does have this aura of someone respectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an expert on this so I don't have any opinion whatsoever whether what Dory has experienced were true or not. True or not, it does give out good effects/vibes on people. For me, it's the end that matters. I am for anything that promotes good karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image above is the 10th station of the cross where Dory Tan claims to have one of her private revelations from the Blessed Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read the list of reliable and unreliable marian apparitions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholicplanet.com/apparitions/index.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read an evaluation about what the church has to say about Dory Tan's private revelations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholicplanet.com/apparitions/false20.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-4789460037062749365?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/4789460037062749365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=4789460037062749365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/4789460037062749365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/4789460037062749365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2007/09/dory-tan.html' title='Dory Tan'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/RuqqhrBgqnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cHgmVQzi9fk/s72-c/IMG_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-666150598681689361</id><published>2007-09-06T12:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:54:11.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>salamat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;"&gt;trust is a very fragile feeling. depending on the circumstance, it could make or break you. it could be the only thing that will hold you up when everything is down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;"&gt;yet it could also drag you down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;"&gt;a time in our life when trusting someone was so easy to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;"&gt;was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;"&gt; I was at 16. young and naïve. so trusting. so easy. of course it is. you know nothing about life yet. naïve nga. but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;"&gt;then you experience life. or love. or betrayal. and then you get crushed. trust is now down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;"&gt;it took me 13 years to trust someone fully again. in those 13 years, I thought I would never be able to trust somebody again. I thought if I ever do, that it would take all my strength and guts to do it. it surprised me to discover that it is still the easiest thing to do. all you need is the right person. honest. open. caring. sensitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;"&gt;no I’m not naïve anymore. but I thank you for bringing back the old me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-666150598681689361?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/666150598681689361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=666150598681689361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/666150598681689361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/666150598681689361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2007/09/trust-is-very-fragile-feeling.html' title='salamat'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-2661320938171300439</id><published>2007-09-01T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:21:00.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!  You're It!</title><content type='html'>I don't really do tags but there's always a first on everything. Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://rexosophy.wordpress.com/2007/08/05/tag-youre-it/"&gt;Rex&lt;/a&gt; on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• In the 8 facts about [name], you share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you. At the end, you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going. Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• At the end of the post, the blogger chooses the people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Facts About Mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I learned to swim at 24 yrs old. That's way too old to learn but I'm glad I did. I love the water and knowing how to swim just makes my day in the beach/pool more enjoyable than just staying in the shallow side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to sing. When I was in grade school, I sang in almost all the programs since I started to sing. I stopped at high school because I didn't want to make a fool of myself anymore. I don't really think that I had a good voice. Besides, I was shy. (To my old friends in JBS, Help will remind them of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I cry a lot. I cry on movies, soap operas, pocket books, heck, even comic books. I have cried on 2-3 page stories of Wakasan komiks. I even cried on Pretty Woman which is supposed to be a funny movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love theme parks! Rollercoaters = Big Smile. Drop Zones = Happy Mee. The thrilling the ride is, the better. Screaming as loud as I can as I ride just releases all the tension and stress and is just pure fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I read anything. Hardcover. Softcover. Cosmo. GQ. Tennis. Sports Illustrated. Malaya. Sun Star. Good stories. Bad stories. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I like something, I stop liking it once someone starts liking it. My idea is that I want to be unique. I want to be the only one who likes it or one of the few who likes it. Say, for the longest time, my fav colour was lavender. I stopped when it became the fav color by most of my friends and non-friends. I now have orange as my favourite color and so far nobody seems to like it. Sounds good to me. And I'm one of the few who love Tori Amos. She hasn't become mainstream like Alanis so I continue to love her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't believe in "utang na loob." I just don't see the sense in it. Debt only pertains to money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I used to be very insecure. Growing up, my cousins are really pretty and I don't see myself as pretty. But then I got over it once I got a boyfriend (hehehe..). Besides, I was the bright one in the family (according to my ever loyal bro) so I'm okay with that (hehehe..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://christinemuhree.blogs.friendster.com/christinemuhree/"&gt;Darling&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://charliep.blogs.friendster.com/charlies_corner/"&gt;Tapi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Para naa moy kalingawan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/44992018"&gt;Jiji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because you once had a blog before and now I can't find it anymore. Asa naman to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/5605922"&gt;Chacha&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/47642497"&gt;Bebing&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; La lang. Wala namay lain. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jobarclix.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-2661320938171300439?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/2661320938171300439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=2661320938171300439&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/2661320938171300439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/2661320938171300439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2007/09/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag!  You&apos;re It!'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-6266815793390301043</id><published>2007-08-31T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:12:06.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do people pretend to know something when they don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people pretend not to know something when they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't they just be what they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be apathetic than pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-6266815793390301043?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/6266815793390301043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=6266815793390301043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/6266815793390301043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/6266815793390301043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-do-people-pretend-to-know-something.html' title=''/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7101569.post-2095741205883880092</id><published>2007-07-06T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:22:34.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahmishu all so much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/Ro7moJaq6DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76DmIUJzmoc/s1600-h/tattoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084254606744807474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/Ro7moJaq6DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76DmIUJzmoc/s200/tattoo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just looking at our boracay pictures and remembered all the fun we had there. ahmishu guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/Ro7nxZaq6EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MpM_7CR2dLQ/s1600-h/barko1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084255865170225218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/Ro7nxZaq6EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MpM_7CR2dLQ/s200/barko1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/Ro7oBJaq6FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jdbC3eIIsC0/s1600-h/bueng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084256135753164882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/Ro7oBJaq6FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jdbC3eIIsC0/s200/bueng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/Ro7oN5aq6GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tT5kkoQM9MA/s1600-h/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084256354796496994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/Ro7oN5aq6GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tT5kkoQM9MA/s200/banana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/Ro7p85aq6HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fMUhB53dLds/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084258261761976434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/Ro7p85aq6HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fMUhB53dLds/s200/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7101569-2095741205883880092?l=bardot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/feeds/2095741205883880092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7101569&amp;postID=2095741205883880092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/2095741205883880092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7101569/posts/default/2095741205883880092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardot.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahmishu-all-so-much.html' title='ahmishu all so much!'/><author><name>b a r d o t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05973618523620750194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09648589698935487389'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mj4BbMYRwE0/Ro7moJaq6DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76DmIUJzmoc/s72-c/tattoo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>