<?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-3963231923372297248</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:58:38.465-08:00</updated><category term='Juno'/><category term='BTW'/><category term='Britney'/><category term='SAT'/><category term='essay'/><category term='One Tree Hill'/><category term='nocturnal'/><category term='Kate Voegele'/><category term='Graphic Design'/><category term='cram'/><category term='Kevin'/><category term='a day in the life'/><category term='Anyone Else But You'/><category term='Federline'/><title type='text'>Anecdotes For The Observant</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-324932412038928005</id><published>2010-02-15T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:54:31.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 cheers for new years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In my entire 19 years of existence, I have never invested feelings on anyone who I knew I didn't have a chance with. Somehow, with you, I could say "There's always a first time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-324932412038928005?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/324932412038928005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=324932412038928005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/324932412038928005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/324932412038928005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-cheers-for-new-years.html' title='3 cheers for new years'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-7857850014688429330</id><published>2009-10-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:06:05.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/Stq9b3KegRI/AAAAAAAAARU/imegwrWXj0I/s1600-h/dood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/Stq9b3KegRI/AAAAAAAAARU/imegwrWXj0I/s320/dood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393831790091600146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/Stq9GUF1VCI/AAAAAAAAARM/2SGdRsT1DV4/s1600-h/DSC_02452un.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/Stq9GUF1VCI/AAAAAAAAARM/2SGdRsT1DV4/s320/DSC_02452un.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393831419899630626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day, I should get back my zest over happy blogging. I usually just tend to do it either when I'm pissed, angry or depressed. Someone bring me flowers and a box of cloud nine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-7857850014688429330?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7857850014688429330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=7857850014688429330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/7857850014688429330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/7857850014688429330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/Stq9b3KegRI/AAAAAAAAARU/imegwrWXj0I/s72-c/dood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-5139980136299575803</id><published>2009-10-17T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:54:58.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I oversurf when I'm depressed</title><content type='html'>I have to rant! AGH I haven't checked my mail in a while and now I pay the price. I wanted to log on to my YM and was having troubles. I was too lazy to figure out what was wrong so I just went ahead and sent a change password email to my other account. When I open my inbox, I see an email from my counselor. It was dated Oct 15th. Blood rushed out of my face upon recovering memories of noting that date on my organizer in BOLD letters. The email said that the deadline for my Admission Guaranteed Form was only until 11:59 of that day. HOLYCOW. It's the only sure and  convenient thing in my transfer stress process and I can't )*(&amp;amp;^% believe I forgot. So now I'm still here, blogging when I shouldn't be. Feeling really down, when I shouldn't be. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-5139980136299575803?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5139980136299575803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=5139980136299575803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5139980136299575803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5139980136299575803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-oversurf-when-im-depressed.html' title='I oversurf when I&apos;m depressed'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-2052721846127238061</id><published>2009-08-31T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:03:47.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd you herd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   HA! I just found out that my 1st homework for Java Programming class is not due till 10pm this Friday! Holy Cow! I just turned in mine 6 days, 23 hours, 40 minutes early. Yes, you heard me -more or less a week early! You'd think that it's because I'm so over procrastination -but it's a bit of misunderstanding. I was looking at the wrong week of my planner and so I also semi studied for my BIO exam which I thought was this Wednesday. HA! YEY! It feels good to be early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I never really liked the pressure of being last minute, but it's only that pressure that keeps me from doing other things that require less work. GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For the first four sessions of CIS 182 class, I never listened nor took notes. Programming is not my thing, plus we had computers with internet and a teacher who didn't care if we youtubed, or facebooked or even down right played poker while he monotoned the slides away. Basically, I knew nothing besides the little knowledge I had left from Senior year C++ class. So, last Friday I woke up knowing I had homework due 10pm that night. I started at 7pm and I crammed 9 hours of lessons in two hours and downloaded 3 softwares that I had no idea how to use. I had one hour left to make sense of the things I read and to my luck, at exactly 9:58, it all becomes clear. I get it two minutes before deadline. I hurried to the best of my ability and finished by 10:20. I felt bitter for being that close to making it but somehow accomplished to have at least been able to make two programs that actually worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I found out in class it's not due until September 4th. AHH relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, so this is how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-2052721846127238061?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2052721846127238061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=2052721846127238061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/2052721846127238061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/2052721846127238061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/08/nerd-you-herd.html' title='Nerd you herd'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-4356630129033067130</id><published>2009-05-22T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:53:19.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yvSu0ZeAws&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yvSu0ZeAws&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come and sway my way*&lt;br /&gt;Miss me, Darling&lt;br /&gt;Let's be a cliche&lt;br /&gt;-Nikki Malvar (youtube.com/babyporridge)&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/3963231923372297248-4356630129033067130?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4356630129033067130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=4356630129033067130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-are-too-many-mediocre-things-in.html' title='There are too many mediocre things in life- love should not be one of them.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-64342960741896384</id><published>2009-05-18T21:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:04:44.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now more than ever, I'd love to have my very own metal detector</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know what i hate more than losing things? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;--having to look for them. Right now, I'd pick studying for my Astronomy finals again than having to look for my keys. I lose things. I lose things a whole lot. So I'm not new in this whole "tracing back my steps" technique. I've lost my keys thrice in the two months that I've had them (and I mean lost and having to look for them for more than an hour). I'd give up 1 whole day of the bare 3-day-vacation I have in exchange for them to have a ringer so I could just call (even if it's on vibrate, i could use a little nudge). I've tried everywhere, even in places where it shouldn't be. In my bags, dad's toolbox, the fridge, my back pocket, even in my sister's shoe boxes, not one trace of the sacred door-opening-mail-receiving iron apparatus. Losing keys to your house feels like an itch on your sole while you're wearing boots- it can drive you mad. I've given an ample lot of what's left of my study time replaying the last time I got a hold of it and it is to no avail. But then I had a  sudden stroke of genius and this theory came to me- someone must have crawled up our porch last night and took it for my misery. Damn you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well blaming someone else feels so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(I just noticed, I'm becoming a fan of the parenthesis) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HA.&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/3963231923372297248-64342960741896384?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/64342960741896384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=64342960741896384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/64342960741896384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/64342960741896384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-more-than-ever-id-love-to-have-my_4115.html' title='Now more than ever, I&apos;d love to have my very own metal detector'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-5678393351068103392</id><published>2009-04-03T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:31:21.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snail Mail is Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SdXJPlwQBEI/AAAAAAAAARA/3uFIUcYz_M4/s1600-h/IMG_9816-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SdXJPlwQBEI/AAAAAAAAARA/3uFIUcYz_M4/s320/IMG_9816-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320379804477817922" 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/3963231923372297248-5678393351068103392?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5678393351068103392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=5678393351068103392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5678393351068103392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5678393351068103392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/04/snail-mail-is-awesome.html' title='Snail Mail is Awesome'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SdXJPlwQBEI/AAAAAAAAARA/3uFIUcYz_M4/s72-c/IMG_9816-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-5768599164689326484</id><published>2009-02-06T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:53:50.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who in this world is sure anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kWgJFF2HIF"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kWgJFF2HIF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-5768599164689326484?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5768599164689326484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=5768599164689326484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5768599164689326484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5768599164689326484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-in-this-world-is-sure-anyway.html' title='Who in this world is sure anyway?'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-2281474526512851636</id><published>2009-01-27T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:06:40.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only ones I could salvage from the accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.dinnseetoop.multiply.com/image/14/photos/118/500x500/1/img001.jpg?et=WlELVlZ24lVHxkK5w4rwDg&amp;amp;nmid=177088961"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Until now, I have a hard time getting over it. "It" could mean an embarrassing reply to a waiter to serious issues like in relationships. I hate the fact that I do this all the time. Once, me and my mom ate at a Thai restaurant and I told the waitress to give us 2o minutes to order. Then my mom went "No sorry about that, just give us a minute." HAHA Who in the world needs 20 minutes to order from a 3 page menu. After that scenario I couldn't look at the waitress, I was too embarrassed. I should know that she serves more than 20 people in a day and she doesn't really care about what just happened, but thats just me. I refused to give her my order and instead just let my mom do it. HAHA That's just plain weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on this subject cause today is CLUB INFO DAY. It's a day where all the clubs have booths near the canteen to recruit new members. And yes, 4 hours after this scenario, I'm still fis*in not over it. It pertaining to one conversation(more like unconversation) that happened during the event. So yeah. I should get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I made the club logo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2121/98/108/1249895610/n1249895610_30040414_5588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 343px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2121/98/108/1249895610/n1249895610_30040414_5588.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-8681450551050827818?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8681450551050827818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=8681450551050827818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8681450551050827818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8681450551050827818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-over-it.html' title='Getting over it'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-1546971725858839742</id><published>2009-01-19T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:52:37.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's just me.</title><content type='html'>Wow maybe I thought wrong eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-1546971725858839742?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1546971725858839742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=1546971725858839742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1546971725858839742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1546971725858839742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-its-just-me.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s just me.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-7211932309025541282</id><published>2009-01-19T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:20:07.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm permanently black and blue, permanently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got bruises on my knees for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And grass stains on my knees for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Got holes in my new jeans for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Got pink and black and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/f4LSa1eqGJ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/f4LSa1eqGJ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/05/20/5150250/1_115716786l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 333px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/05/20/5150250/1_115716786l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and honestly, yes I did. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-7211932309025541282?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7211932309025541282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=7211932309025541282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/7211932309025541282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/7211932309025541282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-permanently-black-and-blue.html' title='I&apos;m permanently black and blue, permanently.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-3272156014830144246</id><published>2009-01-15T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:34:04.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Page Cannot Be Displayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's go and ask the Cosmos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SW_--dfscaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pi0vHYY0p1M/s1600-h/n797184160_1046428_3072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SW_--dfscaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pi0vHYY0p1M/s400/n797184160_1046428_3072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291728436206530978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet connection that may get off to a &lt;em&gt;slow&lt;/em&gt; start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Internet connection that may take some time for it to get off the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/knWN4-uPQJ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/knWN4-uPQJ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I can make believe that you're here tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; That you're here tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-3272156014830144246?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3272156014830144246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=3272156014830144246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3272156014830144246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3272156014830144246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/page-cannot-be-displayed_15.html' title='Page Cannot Be Displayed'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SW_--dfscaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pi0vHYY0p1M/s72-c/n797184160_1046428_3072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-4309787171703523322</id><published>2009-01-13T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:28:08.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Momma Loves Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&amp;amp;ct=tbn&amp;amp;q=http://a7.vox.com/6a00ccff98548a6ea500d09e6eb6dfbe2b-500pi&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHleNh8QQTU5O7tkF5Fz9JE0nzY5A"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 250px;" src="http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&amp;amp;ct=tbn&amp;amp;q=http://a7.vox.com/6a00ccff98548a6ea500d09e6eb6dfbe2b-500pi&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHleNh8QQTU5O7tkF5Fz9JE0nzY5A" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Currently I'm in our living room surfing the internet. Being this close to the television, I can't help but over hear what my dad is watching. Aaand since it's my dad at night --TFC. HAHA He's watching one of my favorites, "Anak" with Vilma Santos. Aaagh I can't help but cry every time I intently watch this film because indeed I can relate. Well, more like I've been through  that situation. Thank God I'm with my parents now. I never fail to thank God every single day for this reality in my current life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   In a particular excerpt, Duday, (7 years old) the youngest among her children, trick her into removing a bowl over a plate (supposed to be food that she cooked) that had a frog under it. Vilma scolded Duday and then she started laughing. This irritated Vilma more and she came about asking what was so funny. This was what the little girl said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Sabi kasi nang teacher ko pag pinapagalitan ka nang nanay mo ibig sabihin mahal ka niya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;It's because my teacher told me that if you are being scolded by your mom it only means that she loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   During the weekend, I got another sermon marathon from my mom. I never like it when that happens. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, who does?&lt;/span&gt; But I really believe that she just wants me to be a good person. I also believe that it helped me a lot. In my opinion, I think that I AM better than who I was before I got here. It just has to be good enough for them to see it more clearly. I love my mom very much because I cannot put in words how much she's done and how patient she is with me. I don't want her getting frustrated again so even though I know I tried, I will try harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-4309787171703523322?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4309787171703523322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=4309787171703523322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4309787171703523322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4309787171703523322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-momma-loves-me.html' title='My Momma Loves Me'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-2154855890874878048</id><published>2009-01-12T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:36:03.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get lost together!</title><content type='html'>A continuation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was actually too lazy to even do this "part 2". But I realized how I had 2 other posts on which I promised to have a "part 2" but never ended up doing so. Since 2009 is my year, ( i declare! haha) I'm gonna stick to my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome Adventures And Amazing Places&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA WATEVER DINNA. HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of times I went to places not knowing how to get there. (with friends who don't have cars, it's always an adventure!) I'm in college -that makes me at least smart enough to read, ask and analyze a map. Commuting is so much fun here- well at least for me. I get a thrill out of the possibility of getting lost. HAHA Some people think it's weird, but I feel like it's an exercise of independence and common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 23 '08&lt;br /&gt;Little Tokyo, Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;Bus: Dash A (Flower/7th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;aww. I only had one photo of this day and I lost it. aww &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went here with my friend, Runi. Fell in love with the place right away. What I fancied the best was a little store we went in that had traditional Japanese Stuff (for the lack of a better term). It was the best place that I thought best represented Little Tokyo because of the Japanese Staff and the crowded space (over hearing conversations in Japanese and not understanding one bit XD) I felt like I wasn't in LA for some reason I do not know. Also we found inside a mall a dim lighted arcade! Felt so much like home! HAHA Great Day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 29 '08&lt;br /&gt;Pasadena Skating Rink, Pasadena&lt;br /&gt;Train: Metro Red Line, Metro Gold Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWwV6clztKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SYyTZ9spDLE/s1600-h/IMG_8359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWwV6clztKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SYyTZ9spDLE/s400/IMG_8359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290627756104856738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WORSE THAN HEELS! UGH! &lt;/span&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;previous post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 30 '08&lt;br /&gt;Little Tokyo, Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;Bus: Dash A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWwRL-N7P5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/-9yfc18AxW4/s1600-h/IMG_8372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWwRL-N7P5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/-9yfc18AxW4/s400/IMG_8372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290622559631130514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;for the lack of a more decent photo, I present a blurred one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I went here, I saw a Videoke Place that had the latest songs! From Estelle's "American Boy" to Regina Spektor's "The Call"-- they had everything! So I had to go back! With my fellow frustrated singer friends, we were off to take the place by storm! HAHA We ALMOST got lost. We missed our stop because of too much story telling, good thing the bus passes by the mall twice. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 5 '08&lt;br /&gt;Hannah's, Hacienda Heights&lt;br /&gt;Bus: Metro 780&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWwgP5z98OI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5ApYLJvuKpU/s1600-h/IMG_8616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWwgP5z98OI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5ApYLJvuKpU/s400/IMG_8616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290639119842406626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the vest monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 hour bus ride to Hacienda Heights with none other than the Metro Princess- PAM. One of the best hang out's we've ever had even though we stayed inside Hannah's room the whole time.  We bonded this day and I always love thath. Me and Pam came all the way here to have our secret santa exchange gifts "party". WE LAUGHED A LOT AND DANCED TOO HAHA Hannah both gave us vests- that's whats up with the name. HAHA I love youu gurlss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 6'08&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere, Pasadena&lt;br /&gt;Train &amp;amp; Metro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/05/20/5150250/1_531925077l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 305px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/05/20/5150250/1_531925077l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWwo6nNHJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/C3zec9EZmcc/s1600-h/IMG_8675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWwo6nNHJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/C3zec9EZmcc/s400/IMG_8675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290648649674991458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/05/20/5150250/1_340406440l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 249px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/05/20/5150250/1_340406440l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Walking, talking&amp;amp; commuting is happiness. HAHA I'm easy to please. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 9 '08&lt;br /&gt;Alamitos Bay Beach, Long Beach&lt;br /&gt;Bus: Long Beach 112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1977/45/23/707869928/n707869928_1151837_4793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 478px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1977/45/23/707869928/n707869928_1151837_4793.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were supposed to visit Hannah again this day, but since one of our not-so-friend-now-friend stood us up- we ended up just staying here at LB and take pretty pictures! I love your spontaneity Pamela! Oooh Fall is just awesome for pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWwoQoRdA2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/8lPggGAliFo/s1600-h/pam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWwoQoRdA2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/8lPggGAliFo/s400/pam2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290647928407130978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best days I say because I got to know people more during this vacation from school. I got to spend time with my family and my friends and forget about being in college for a sec! If I look at my life a year ago, right now's pretty rad relatively. I'm happy to have friends here cause it makes life a lot easier to go through. This may not be anywhere close to my life back home, but it's turning out to be great as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-2154855890874878048?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2154855890874878048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=2154855890874878048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/2154855890874878048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/2154855890874878048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-get-lost-together.html' title='Let&apos;s get lost together!'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWwV6clztKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SYyTZ9spDLE/s72-c/IMG_8359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-1353228867247104603</id><published>2009-01-09T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:20:03.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still Alive, apparently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          Today is the last official day of winter break. Come Monday, pasukan na ulit. Shet. I can't believe it, yun na ba yung 3 weeks kooo? Pero I have to say, sobrang buto't balat simot sarap! Sumobra ata nang konti ang pag gala ko at napakakonting productive accomplishment ang maipagyayabang ko. Pero I have to say, the past 3 weeks wasn't so bad. Oh wait, it wasn't so bad because it was one of the best days of my life here in California. Di lang ako nag enjoy nang sobra sobra kundi na discover ko na din na marami palang meaning ang happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung finals week ko ay naglista na ako nang mga gusto kong gawin sa 22 days of freedom that I'm going to have after Thursday,Dec 18. Isa sa mga almost success stories ko ay ang pagpost nang mga albums sa multiply ko. Sa 5 albums, 1 lang ang na post ko! HAHANagtampo na siguro sa akin ang multiply kasi hindi ko maayos ang order nang pictures ko NO MATTER WHAT I DO. Badtrip. Isa din sa mga almost success stories ko ay ang pagnood nang at least 5 movies from my long must watch movie list. Napanood ko ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgetting Sarah Marshall &lt;/span&gt;sa bahay nila Pam through pay per view. Ako ay nagulat sa mga na expose na body parts at sa mga kakaibang sex positions na nakita nang mga inosente kong mga mata. HAHA Napanood ko din ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; with Ate Sam sa movie house. Isa siyang weird situation sa real world kaya sobrang nakakacurious. Ang galing din nang effects sobra. Isipin mo napagkasya nila ang features ni Brad Pitt sa 3 foot tall body. Napanood ko din ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Ugh nakakainis si Caspian, sobrang and dami niyang katangahan sa movie nakakainis. Mataas pa naman ang expectations ko sa kanya. Ayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa din sa mga accomplishment ko ay ang paggamit nang Holga ko! Yey! Nabili ko to over a year ago nung naentice ako nang lomography na subukan eto. Nung first try ko sobrang panget nang mga kinalabasan dahil di ko nilagay yung frame sa loob (dahil sa mga advice na nakita ko sa youtube! Egh! Doesn't work) Sobrang almost all of the  pictures, iba yung other half sa the rest of the picture. After nun ay na discourage na ako. Tapos isang araw, naghahanap ako nang makakain sa refrigerator at nakita ko ang mga films ko! So naisipan kong why not! So yeah, excited na ako sa kinalabasan nang prints! May frame na this time! Sana Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Dina/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1977/45/23/707869928/n707869928_1151841_8747.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Photo by: Pamela Santiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Taken sa park (Jan 8, 2009) by the beach dito sa aking lupang tinitirahan the past few months, Long Beach. Sobrang ganda nang park these days dahil sa mga falling leaves. HUWAW.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At yun na ang katapusin sa crossed off part of my list. Eto na yung mga indefinitely na kung kela ko magagawa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Photoshop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- ayy sobrang tagal ko nang di napagbigyan ang hobby na to. Nakalimutan ko ang ibang keyboard shortchuts. HUWA. Geek &lt;img src="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s103/yourspacecooment/smiley/shy/shy09.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-Customize Ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- sobrang walang laman dahil nareformat T_T Walang applications at ang mga songs ko ay hindi nakacapitalize ang iba sobrang nakaka OC. Arrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;--Make Tribute Videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--sobrang tagal ko na din to plano. Nasasayangan kasi ako sa sobrang daming pictures na ako lang nageenjoy. So I want to share. But I guess people will have to wait. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;--Print Highschool Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- nung nakita ko ang mga old pictures ko nung 2nd year highschool pa ako with my film camera, sobrang nakakatuwa pala yung nahahawakan mo talaga! At dahil 4 gig din ang highschool photos ko gusto kong ilagay sa album kahit 100 photos laang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side of this post, I had the grandest time! Sobrang dami kong nadiscover ngayong break na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa na dun ay ang pag iiceskating! (Dec 29,2008)&lt;br /&gt;Ganito Lang Yun:&lt;br /&gt;Step 1:&lt;br /&gt;Wag ma discourage. Isipin mong kaya mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWfr2WaETdI/AAAAAAAAANs/Zjw-65Ano9M/s1600-h/IMG_8358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWfr2WaETdI/AAAAAAAAANs/Zjw-65Ano9M/s400/IMG_8358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289455606330314194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2:&lt;br /&gt;Try to balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWfsRr6gOOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rCbP8DiADgw/s1600-h/IMG_8355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWfsRr6gOOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rCbP8DiADgw/s400/IMG_8355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289456075959974114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 3:&lt;br /&gt;Stand! Be Merry! Sabi ko naman sayo eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWfsp6jxzkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hakfW4hsvsA/s1600-h/IMG_8354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWfsp6jxzkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hakfW4hsvsA/s400/IMG_8354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289456492208049730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4:&lt;br /&gt;Most Importantly--Pose! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWftF-QJxvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Xu9EFp_hpL0/s1600-h/IMG_8356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWftF-QJxvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Xu9EFp_hpL0/s400/IMG_8356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289456974235813618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 5:&lt;br /&gt;Step on Ice! Make friends! Enjoy! Fall, Stand, Balance, Hold ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWftUP7jHHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5ZKF3UY9_nI/s1600-h/IMG_8351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWftUP7jHHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5ZKF3UY9_nI/s400/IMG_8351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289457219499400306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag Ice skating ako with Pam, Angel, Reichelle, Hannah &amp;amp; Friends(Alexis, Roy, Jeric, Nero, Augie) sa Pasadena! Rode the Metro Gold Line for the first time- indeed I was amazed. The view was breathtaking dahil sa bukid side of town na to. Trees that are filled with the colors of Fall  is the reason behind this fascination. Ang Metro Red Line nang LA kasi underground at and Blue Line naman nang Long Beach ay hindi naman gaanong amazing ang view  dahil puro mga bahay at building. Kakaiba ang Gold Line kasi bago kaya sobrang linis pa. Mmm sarap plus the fact na hindi kasing crowded nang Red or Blue Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang nagenjoy talaga ako nung araw na to plus I got to meet new people :) Hannah's friends and Reichelle, one of our batchmates who just moved to CA as well. I still have my fingers crossed and wishing for more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have so many stories to share pero siguro sa next post na lang. Sobrang haba na kasi nito and I still have so many things to do in the real world. I would like to immortalize these memories by writing them down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go, about the happiness that I was talking about in the beggining of this post-- well, I knew this all along and said it a couple of times to some people who asked me what my meaning of it was. I said "Happiness is a choice". I always knew it but it's just now that I feel that I truly believe it. Parang sobrang tagal ko nang namiss ang feeling na yun dahil nung lumipat na ako dito, feeling ko parang ang laking portion nang pagkatao ko ang nawala sa akin. Pero ngayon, more than ever, na realize ko how much I have to be thankful for.  Therefor I have  every reason to smile and thank God for the life I'm living now. Sobra sobra dahil sa pamilya ko, sa brighter future ko (now that I'm putting more effort into it) at sa mga bagong kaibigan na nagbigay nang more and more reason to smile these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWf0PhTf3dI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EDSrY5AFGPY/s1600-h/IMG_8657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWf0PhTf3dI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EDSrY5AFGPY/s400/IMG_8657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289464834845302226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Every minute you spend upset is 60 seconds of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiness you can't get back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.getsmileyface.com/new/smileys/14.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-1353228867247104603?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1353228867247104603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=1353228867247104603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1353228867247104603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1353228867247104603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-alive-apparently.html' title='I&apos;m still Alive, apparently'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SWfr2WaETdI/AAAAAAAAANs/Zjw-65Ano9M/s72-c/IMG_8358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-7533664803609410131</id><published>2008-11-17T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:38:33.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 cheers for make up</title><content type='html'>Drowning in oblivion&lt;br /&gt;In every way irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;I seek reason&lt;br /&gt;Utter words of despair&lt;br /&gt;and to be heed not&lt;br /&gt;I seek love&lt;br /&gt;I endeavor to find&lt;br /&gt;The one Mr. Ree&lt;br /&gt;yet I have failed, once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-7533664803609410131?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7533664803609410131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=7533664803609410131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/7533664803609410131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/7533664803609410131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-cheers-for-make-up.html' title='3 cheers for make up'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-1410495419772896555</id><published>2008-10-13T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:27:18.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-(</title><content type='html'>i want to go home, right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-1410495419772896555?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1410495419772896555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=1410495419772896555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1410495419772896555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1410495419772896555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=':-('/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-996807853393986021</id><published>2008-09-14T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:39:48.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick me, choose me, love me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 75%; line-height: 116%;"&gt;"I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like&lt;br /&gt;your taste of music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio&lt;br /&gt;over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate&lt;br /&gt;you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me."&lt;br /&gt;--Meredith Grey "Greys Anatomy Season 2 Ep 5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy is really starting to get to me. :)&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/3963231923372297248-996807853393986021?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/996807853393986021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=996807853393986021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/996807853393986021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/996807853393986021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/09/pick-me-choose-me-love-me.html' title='Pick me, choose me, love me.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-966338204027561319</id><published>2008-09-13T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:04:08.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show</title><content type='html'>I sure hope this won't go down the drain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-966338204027561319?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/966338204027561319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=966338204027561319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/966338204027561319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/966338204027561319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/09/show.html' title='The Show'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-4186053580692622384</id><published>2008-08-14T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:39:47.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What now?</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for the longest time. I've been putting off writing since I wanted to write something substantial, something worth speculating about. I've had a sea of ideas, yet I never went ahead and typed it down. I was too concerned about what people would think. (as if) But you know what, so what. I'm not writing for anyone anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm writing. Not for you. Not for my Mom. Not even for my friends. But I'm writing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my English class last summer, I was asked what writing was for me. Before that day, I never really thought writing was that big of a deal. I just though it was something I did just because I needed to rant or it was something required for school. It was only then and there that I realized it's value. It was only then that I appreciated it's therapeutic effects on me. I wrote that when I'm faced with a problem and I write about it, I get more sense out of the situation rather than by just thinking about it. It is because when I write I give more thought into it. Once I finish a paragraph or two, I can concretely see the pieces of the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate, Regina said writing was like a friend. Whenever or wherever you may be, it will always be there to listen to you. It would just be right there. A blog page, a piece of  yellow paper, your table napkin, your cellphone and what not- you can always count on writing. Have you ever thought of it that way? It's so true. It indeed is like a friend. It will never judge you for your actions or your grammatical errors. It will keep your secrets sacred. It will never betray you. It will remember everything you said before.  What more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So starting today, I'm writing for no one else but myself. I wouldn't care less what others thought. I wouldn't care less if no one gives a shit. I'm just happy that I'm writing. Writing endlessly, carelessly, aw who gives a shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-4186053580692622384?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4186053580692622384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=4186053580692622384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4186053580692622384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4186053580692622384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-now.html' title='What now?'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-1349218010099766554</id><published>2008-07-27T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:34:29.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepockreet</title><content type='html'>It's so weird how someone can criticize another bloggers grammatical  skills when he, himself constantly makes mistake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-1349218010099766554?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1349218010099766554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=1349218010099766554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1349218010099766554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1349218010099766554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/jeepockreet.html' title='Jeepockreet'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-2551393822783555269</id><published>2008-07-17T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:29:44.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saved as Draft from last Wednesday- I forgot to post it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing in community college-we don't have classes on Fridays. Last Thursday my English class got canceled and we had a scheduled free day last Monday. Today, my teacher announced through email that my second subject which is Anthropology is canceled through out the whole week. So much for being busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad that I don't get to have Anthro class this week. :( One, because I'm gonna miss my teacher. Oh yeah, that's what I said. It's because she makes the seemingly boring subject very animated. She cusses in class (in a funny and not in an offensive way) and you can feel how much she loves teaching the subject. Don't you just love a teacher who actually knows what she's talking about? She's got a PHD to prove it. She has even inspired me to consider getting a minor in genetics maybe. Two, we were supposed to discuss 3 chapters of our book. Now I have an exam on Tuesday which I have to study on my own. Geez.  Primitive Primates are hardly exciting anymore now that I have to memorize all the little details about what they eat, their habits, the size of their pelvics and who knows what more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we don't have class is because she got in an accident riding her Hurley. I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;very concerned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; yet I was fvcked up amazed at the same time- a woman at her age riding a bike. I was like how much COOLer can she get. She broke her collar bone and has a concussion so she has to stay at home all week. So yeah. This is a part of the email that she sent all of us--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;            Breaking your collar bone sucks!&lt;br /&gt;                      -Dr. B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she just never ceases to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Dr. Bellas!&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/3963231923372297248-2551393822783555269?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2551393822783555269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=2551393822783555269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/2551393822783555269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/2551393822783555269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-week.html' title='Last Week'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-5020142722343552376</id><published>2008-07-11T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:02:57.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Chicken Pig-out Session at Panda Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mysmiley.net/imgs/smile/animals/animal0018.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mysmiley.net/imgs/smile/animals/animal0026.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0003-panda/kaos-panda04.gif" /&gt; bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Pamela today.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I never run out of words to say(and vice versa).&lt;br /&gt;And if it's Pam + Dinna + words to say = word flood&lt;br /&gt;or something more like word tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't run a 500 words/minute meter&lt;br /&gt;you'll never get a thing were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We met up at the train station just one block from my house and then we ended up watching a korean movie on my laptop just because we didn't know where else to go. Right after, we went to 5th street to meet up with Tita Paz(Pam's Mom)&lt;img src="http://www.mysmiley.net/imgs/smile/happy/happy0018.gif" /&gt;. Stomachs started talking- so we decided to eat at Panda Express. Panda Express is a Chinese fast food restaurant where we always go to and order ORANGE CHICKEN.It is always in our two entree plate and we never grow tired of it(ever). And It's Panda Express' specialty and best seller( and I bet all the other Chines Restaurants here as well- the OC that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAw, this one is new advertisement on their menu board.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS TOO CUTE TO NOT TAKE A PICTURE OF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SHg9nCQEzjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1BkuGnkpOgU/s1600-h/IMG_4541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SHg9nCQEzjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1BkuGnkpOgU/s400/IMG_4541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221991508764577330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it says #1 contender VS CHAMPION. aaaaaaaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SHhCBtdjhxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WxAhWKW8xOU/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SHhCBtdjhxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WxAhWKW8xOU/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221996365086951186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okeiii, Guilty as charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fortune Cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Mine Says: Your Life will be prosperous.&lt;br /&gt;I hope soooo. This isn't one of my favorites, it's too broad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SHhCXDVQM9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/T90nn8ztqfw/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SHhCXDVQM9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/T90nn8ztqfw/s400/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221996731734963154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FAMOUS Orange Cheeckeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SHhCsa5i01I/AAAAAAAAAKU/wFCJE2e-x3Q/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SHhCsa5i01I/AAAAAAAAAKU/wFCJE2e-x3Q/s400/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221997098838446930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pam I just would like to say thanks for listening to me when I rant(and I know thats an awful lot). I don't have anyone else to harass with my issues in tagbisatenista style. I know I can be a dragging story teller by making short stories into novels by (always) inserting my metaphors and life lessons and what not, but you just seem to always give a shit(or do you?&lt;img src="http://www.mysmiley.net/imgs/smile/confused/confused0081.gif" /&gt; haha). I don't know how you do it, but I love you for that. Huggg. Okey, Before this becomes any creepier, I stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SHhCxEqJLDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gi-PN0g-rv4/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SHhCxEqJLDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Gi-PN0g-rv4/s400/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221997178767617074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-5020142722343552376?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5020142722343552376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=5020142722343552376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5020142722343552376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5020142722343552376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/orange-chicken-pig-out-session-at-panda.html' title='Orange Chicken Pig-out Session at Panda Express'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SHg9nCQEzjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1BkuGnkpOgU/s72-c/IMG_4541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-1147662574911218113</id><published>2008-07-02T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:08:08.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Disconnect</title><content type='html'>I was looking for a decent title and decided to look around.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my sister's ipod. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;Just something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss cyber space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1 am and I'm supposed to be writing about literacy (my first school essay since who knows when) yet here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love a daily dose of hit yourself with a bat hello what are you doing you're not focusing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Eden. Sorry it was supposed to be literate not literal.&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jan, new friend. A "do something that scares you" gained friend. I actually approached him and introduced myself. (something I would never do in a million years, but since I was desperate, well there we go.) It wasn't so bad after all. I gained a friend. I didn't choke to death nor slip on a banana peel nor did I spill pink lemonade all over his things. I gained a friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to finish my rehab diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an enormous(if not gigantic) unmissable blood red pimple on the first day of class. Thanks for the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I love you, tomorrow, your always be a day away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm skipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tugstugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-1147662574911218113?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1147662574911218113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=1147662574911218113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1147662574911218113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1147662574911218113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-not-disconnect.html' title='Do Not Disconnect'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-3421609543703912355</id><published>2008-06-23T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:21:37.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Point Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SGCZQW1YJAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oI0zHmIT0aQ/s1600-h/barakda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SGCZQW1YJAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oI0zHmIT0aQ/s400/barakda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215336874781451266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my heart)i am never without it(anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                    i fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/x_37y4E4lP"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/x_37y4E4lP" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/3963231923372297248-3421609543703912355?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3421609543703912355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=3421609543703912355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3421609543703912355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3421609543703912355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/point-sometimes.html' title='The Point Sometimes'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SGCZQW1YJAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oI0zHmIT0aQ/s72-c/barakda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-1869598139034988487</id><published>2008-06-23T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:46:25.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>A Day In The Life: Day 3</title><content type='html'>I'm neutral. 0 points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have a list of things to do today so how can I possibly fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my whole morning watching OTH, bumming around. Spending my last few days of freedom with my internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0023-crazy_alien/newbuddy_025.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-1869598139034988487?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1869598139034988487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=1869598139034988487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1869598139034988487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1869598139034988487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-in-life-day-3.html' title='A Day In The Life: Day 3'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-4157545737851630039</id><published>2008-06-23T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:48:50.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Scott Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SGAyaAVePaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jHYaVFCXPFg/s1600-h/oth.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SGAyaAVePaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jHYaVFCXPFg/s400/oth.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215223790843084194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just watched the last three episodes of One Tree Hill Season 5. AS ALWAYS-OTH makes my world stop. It just is magic for me. But I've got to say, some parts were dragging. You just like want to jump into the scene and like scream at the characters face- HEY WTH, WAKE UP! YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR LIKE FOREVER! WHY AREN'T YOU DOING ANYTHING??! Sorry, I really get carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill makes me believe in love and all it's wonders. The Nathan-Haley love story is the fairytale I'd like to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes after finishing the last episode- I was like  "WHAT THE? TORTUREEE"&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR SEASON 6!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AS ALWAYS- GREAT SOUNDTRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mAY6Za51uP"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mAY6Za51uP" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My days are filled with mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some that I didn’t make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I carry them around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some people don’t feel a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some kind of blissful dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish I could live that now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh I wish I could live that now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-4157545737851630039?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4157545737851630039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=4157545737851630039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4157545737851630039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4157545737851630039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/hangover.html' title='Some Scott Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SGAyaAVePaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jHYaVFCXPFg/s72-c/oth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-1560586614145693721</id><published>2008-06-20T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:56:44.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scanned through some of my files and I found these.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you manong TOTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0023-crazy_alien/newbuddy_008.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope I'd see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1991 Bebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFydqgI9REI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YZyR9RqLwhM/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFydqgI9REI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YZyR9RqLwhM/s320/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214215822095762498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2003 Unbraced Phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/41/52/3392514/6554511260702l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/41/52/3392514/6554511260702l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2004 Brace Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFydkNloXrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/P45JYtColfk/s1600-h/braceface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFydkNloXrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/P45JYtColfk/s320/braceface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214215714036539058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 Graduation (From Messed Up teeth as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0006-lemon/kaos-lemon23.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/41/52/3392514/33256481836777l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/41/52/3392514/33256481836777l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Zj9ylyrzGm"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Zj9ylyrzGm" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I know I'll see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Whether far or soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; But I need you to know that I care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; And I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-1560586614145693721?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1560586614145693721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=1560586614145693721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1560586614145693721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1560586614145693721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/blast-from.html' title='Phases'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFydqgI9REI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YZyR9RqLwhM/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-7692304659222771619</id><published>2008-06-20T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:41:06.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>A Day In the Life: Day 2</title><content type='html'>SUCCESS IS MINE!&lt;br /&gt;500 points for today :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0023-crazy_alien/newbuddy_021.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too early to say that I have indeed changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I slept late last night because of blogging, I managed to wake up by 6:00am to cook breakfast for my sister. Yes, I'm actually being her mom while I still can. Cooked Torta, serverd rice, orange juice, prepared her baon-OH HA! Mamang Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go back to sleep but I reminded myself- no slacking! no slacking!&lt;br /&gt;SOoo, I took a bath to awaken my senses. Since then, until 3 in the afternoon I did all my chores and I mean ALL my chores. From watering the plants, to arranging my drawers, to vacuuming the whole entire house- I did every little thing on my 17 item to do list for today! OH HA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better. I realized how relieved I felt after crushing out the last thing on my list with much spare time to watch TV without the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 will be on Monday- my parents are here on weekends so I couldn't possibly call it self control- it would be more like they're watching so I have no choice kind of decision making. &lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0023-crazy_alien/newbuddy_013.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the happiness from my mother's voice was enough gratification for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFycK9MBPBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XijztZVy2lA/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFycK9MBPBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XijztZVy2lA/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214214180625792018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-DINNA GONZALES &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[2008]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while watering the dried out backyard. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-7692304659222771619?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7692304659222771619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=7692304659222771619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/7692304659222771619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/7692304659222771619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-in-life-day-2.html' title='A Day In the Life: Day 2'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFycK9MBPBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XijztZVy2lA/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-5335453126696929276</id><published>2008-06-19T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:41:02.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>A Day In The Life: Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have approximately 14minutes to finish this post, 10 days before school and 1 day before my parents come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday I got a whole lot of sermon since I left the house all messed up for the nth time. The internet was left on, the windows were open, my tried on clothes all over my bed, etc....- not really ideal things an 18 year old should forget. Since I still have a little more than a week before school, I am now SERIOUSLY taking action. I hate it when I make my parents mad and now I SERIOUSLY hope I will succeed. So, I have a seven day parole to prove how much I could change not only for my family, but of course for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long list of chores. I was off to a good start-                                   &lt;br /&gt;- I cooked breakfast for my sister at 6am. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(+3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went back to sleep and got up by 9.&lt;br /&gt;- Had Oatmeal for breakfast (yey)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; (+2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Immediately washed the dishes then went to take a bath.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(+1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to turn on my computer, often times a bad idea.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, well, it was.&lt;br /&gt;I started syncing photos to my ipod- we all know what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;Really, once you pop, you can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;More Like, once I pop, I can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30 Still not eating lunch- Still on the computer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me and reminded me of what I was supposed to be doing. I got scolded again, which really depressed me. I got angry with myself but I still continued completing the album artwork for my ipod. If only I could ask Santa for self control. I'd give up 5years of gifts under the tree- really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on for hours. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;(-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00pm Mom called again. She was in a good mood. She was asking how I was and I was completely confused, then again it made me happy. I got determined so, I went to do some of the chores again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Threw away all the junk food which I no longer wanted &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(+1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Placed all our stuff toys in a bag and kept it in the closet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(+1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hid away our belen &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(+1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost focus and I went off to customize my ipod. All these themes, and icons and pretty buttons- so many choices... I looked at the clock- 8:00pm&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; (-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister arrives from work by 8:10, uhoh.&lt;br /&gt;Hurriedly, I warmed the food and arranged the table.&lt;br /&gt;.. Sister arrives, only to find out that there was no ICECOLD water because I forgot to put the water bottle back in the refrigerator. My sister had to "talk"with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then It hit me... again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how tiring it was to get scolded over and over. It must feel worse to be the one who has to remind like every other hour or so. I really do not mean to hurt my family, so I am now determined more than ever to become a better person. STOP THE CYCLE!STOP THE CYCLE!STOP THE CYCLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I go superwoman!&lt;br /&gt;-Arranged the shelves in the kitchen and placed sticky mats on them.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(+2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Washed the dishes in record time.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(+1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pushed out the trash.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(+1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping before 11pm!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; (+1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 points for today.&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think positive.Think positive.Think positive.Think positive.Think positive.Think positive.Think positive.Think positive.Think positive.Think positive.Think positive.Think positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/gXc3GU3EG7"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/gXc3GU3EG7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Stuck in this holy ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Stuck in this holy ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Oh I can't get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Oh I can't get out from this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Made answers to satisfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Made answers to satisfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Comments for you to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Comments for you to try again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&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/3963231923372297248-5335453126696929276?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5335453126696929276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=5335453126696929276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5335453126696929276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5335453126696929276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-in-life-day-1.html' title='A Day In The Life: Day 1'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-6972576966829481238</id><published>2008-06-16T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:52:18.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day! :)</title><content type='html'>Even though we  slept late the night before, we woke  up early the next day to make breakfast for our dad! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFaZ0iU-dmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NdE8tcysoTA/s1600-h/IMG_4121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFaZ0iU-dmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NdE8tcysoTA/s320/IMG_4121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212522746574960226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After atending mass, we ate at Pinoy Bistro to celebrate Father's Day!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFaZkkgwx8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/hKWj_75P8mw/s1600-h/IMG_4143z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFaZkkgwx8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/hKWj_75P8mw/s320/IMG_4143z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212522472283359170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFaZbCJx-zI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gm6fxMOSEGc/s1600-h/IMG_4142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFaZbCJx-zI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gm6fxMOSEGc/s320/IMG_4142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212522308441340722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Fathers Day to my dad. I could never ask for more from a dad cause you truly are the best for me! :) Love you PA! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-6972576966829481238?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6972576966829481238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=6972576966829481238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/6972576966829481238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/6972576966829481238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day! :)'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFaZ0iU-dmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NdE8tcysoTA/s72-c/IMG_4121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-7248054701281280275</id><published>2008-06-14T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:55:57.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;June 14, 2008 (June 15 sa Philippines)&lt;br /&gt;We surprised Joey today because Pam and I couldn't make it on Joey's real birthday- which is tomorrow because coincidentally it is Father's Day as well. Met up at Florence Station and bought cake and a balloon(HANNAH MONTANA by the way) at Gonzalez Super Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.dinnseetoop.multiply.com/image/1/photos/86/500x500/2/2.jpg?et=yN6ngHsdULvy6XDZmLACpQ&amp;amp;nmid=101056790" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived there by 9amish (12amish sa DAVAO, yiheee)&lt;br /&gt;We went up to his room, and then hooorah! Shock ka?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I don't know who was more surprised, si Joey o kami. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.dinnseetoop.multiply.com/image/2/photos/86/500x500/10/IMG_4017.jpg?et=xmbGRo3zITRbF3CGX3Piqw&amp;amp;nmid=101056790" height="40%" width="40%" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.dinnseetoop.multiply.com/image/2/photos/86/500x500/10/IMG_4017.jpg?et=xmbGRo3zITRbF3CGX3Piqw&amp;amp;nmid=101056790" height="40%" width="40%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most short lived hang out of all time- 3hours.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us all had somewhere to go, soo so long. But I had loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we had 105 photos in the span of 3hours! waaaah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPAH FRENDS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.dinnseetoop.multiply.com/image/4/photos/86/500x500/1/1.jpg?et=HFvyWypj793y097b1jBkQA&amp;amp;nmid=101056790" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEY! MADRIVE MO NA KAMI! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HOPE WE MADE YOU SMILE. UYY. WAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-7248054701281280275?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7248054701281280275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=7248054701281280275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/7248054701281280275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/7248054701281280275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-joey.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEY!'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-5401532678475737245</id><published>2008-06-13T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:14:53.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How do you that now a days? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I planned to write back to my friend. Yes write, not reply. Meaning to communicate with an old friend using traditional methods- that is with pen and paper. I also needed to go to the library to return the DVDs I borrowed two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before heading out, I placed in my bag my G-Tec, some sheets of paper and the dvds. I decided to write the letter outside the house so the distraction of the internet and the television will be out of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2pm, I went out and rode the bus to the library. I slid the dvds in the video return box and walked 2 blocks to the nearest Starbucks. I thought that it would be a great place to write. So I bought a tall Vanilla Bean with whipped cream and sat outside. The bossa nova in the background was the  perfect icing on top of the melancholic feel of the place. So I brought out my pen and my paper-I was ready to start writing. Then the wind started to blow. That agitated me because my hair was all over my face. I tried not minding it it since I was already there and didn't have any other place to go. So, I started writing the first few lines of my letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Monica, (I laughed because it reminded me of this radio show I hated back when I was in Davao.) ..... After four lines, my hand started to ache. But still I continued. By the 6th line I realized how hideous my writing was slowly looking. On the second paragraph, I decided to review what I have already done. IT LOOKED LIKE  WAVES ON A FAKE OCEAN WITH 13 FLOATING WOOD LOGS. I had no sense of a straight line WHATSOEVER. Still, I continued, explaining how authentic this letter was looking-crossed out words and spelling jelus (jealous) all wrong. hahaha Eventually I got to the end of one page and my hand hurt like hell. I decided to stop because it looked like a tornado messed up a whole entire city. I decided to continue the letter some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how long ago it was when I had to write something this long. I've been out of school for almost a year so the longest thing I have had to write in the last 8 months was my college application form. I guess my hand writing skills is all rusty now. I've been typing all this time that I forgot how my hand writing looked. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm writing again soon! ;) I'm already enrolled at Cerritos College for summer classes. I have English 100 and Introduction to Anthropology for the next 2 months :) YEY. Naa na koy pulos usab sa mundo according to Lanzi. haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-5401532678475737245?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5401532678475737245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=5401532678475737245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5401532678475737245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5401532678475737245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/hand-writing.html' title='Hand Writing'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-3990606461504065822</id><published>2008-06-13T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:12:57.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehab: The Story Behind The Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An inside joke that started with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm living with my parents, they now see who I really am- all my flaws, mistakes and of course my loveliness. haha I really am far from perfect and I admit that. I lived with my brother for almost 4 years. So, I was the boss of myself. I did whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Everything in my daily itinerary revolved around what I felt like doing and not around what I am supposed to be doing. I didn't prioritize. I overslept. I oversurfed(if there is such a word) the net. But I was never a bad girl, more like I was always TAMAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm with my parents, MY WAY ISN'T WORKING FOR THEM. My parents are responsible beings and they are pushing me to change my ways. I believe old habits die hard. So there-my dad jokes that he would send me to rehab because I am so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   "He tried to make me go to rehab, I said no, no, noo!"&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/86yRYIZ1hm"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/86yRYIZ1hm" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a250.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/70/l_99e112523efd056371c15898770a5381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying, trying really hard.&lt;br /&gt;I believe I've accomplished some things in 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;1. I wake up no later than 9am! :)&lt;br /&gt;2. I take a bath first thing after bed even though I'm just staying home all day.&lt;br /&gt;3. I eat more fruits now! ha!&lt;br /&gt;4. Hmm.. Mmm... ?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Okey, that's all I can think for now. Three done 2,346,524,350 more to go! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-3990606461504065822?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3990606461504065822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=3990606461504065822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3990606461504065822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3990606461504065822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/rehab-story-behind-name.html' title='Rehab: The Story Behind The Name'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-4261752481030274833</id><published>2008-06-13T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:07:02.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Realization.</title><content type='html'>Hala ka ui, naglisud dyud lagi ko magtagalog. hahahahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;Luoy kaayo paminawon, next time na lang ang part 2.&lt;br /&gt;Mag tuon sa ko ug tagalog. hahaha &lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0003-panda/kaos-panda08.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-4261752481030274833?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4261752481030274833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=4261752481030274833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4261752481030274833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4261752481030274833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/realization.html' title='A Realization.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-6487025234347600189</id><published>2008-06-11T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:49:04.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ika-12 nang Junyo: Unang Yugto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Kaya eto, sa aking sariling paraan, ipinagdidiwang ko ang araw na ito sa pamamagitan nang pag blog sa kaunaunahang pagkakataon sa salitang Tagalog."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MALIGAYANG ARAW NANG KALAYAAN MGA KABABAYAN! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:YE6VOb3IGtIJ::http://kababayangpilipino.org/images/uploads/flag_philippines.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:YE6VOb3IGtIJ::http://kababayangpilipino.org/images/uploads/flag_philippines.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ako ay Pilipino.&lt;br /&gt;Ang Pilipino ay ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taas noo kong ipinagmamalaki ang ating bansa, ating mga kababayan at ang ating kultura.&lt;br /&gt;Walay jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nagsimba kami sa St. Pius noong nakaraang linggo mga alas dose nang hapon. Natutuwa talaga ako kapag doon kami nagsisimba pagkat ang dami-dami kong nakikkita na mga kababayan. Nabibigyan ako nang paniniwalang parang hindi ako umalis kahit sa saglit na sandali lamang. Madalas, Pilipino rin ang nagbabasa nang una at pangalawang pagbasa. Kung ako ay maswerte, may mga pagkakataon pa nga na Pilipino din ang "choir". Ang sarap nang pakiramdam pag dating nang parte kung saan kinakanta na nila ang "Kordero Nang Diyos". Tumataas talaga ang balahibo ko at tila binabalik ako sa mga Linggo sa loob nang simbahan nang San Pablo sa Juna Subdivision, Matina, Davao City, alas sais nang gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ika-12 na nang Junyo bukas, at sa Pilipinas ngayon ay kasalukuyang nagaganap ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARAW NANG KALAYAAN&lt;/span&gt; may isang pangyayaring hindi ko inaasahan noong araw na yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos na ang huling kanta sa misa ngunit itinuloy pa ring nang pianista ang pagtugtug. Dahan-dahan nang naglalabasan ang mga tao. Bago pa man kami makatayo sa aming inuupuan, sinimulan nang choir ang pagkanta nang Ako ay Pilipino.&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Fj2_OoaZpw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Fj2_OoaZpw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doon talaga ako kinilabutan. Nakita ko na ang mga naiwan na lang sa loob nang simbahan ay ang mga Pinoy. Habang patuloy ang choir, dahan-dahan na ding nakisali ang mga nakakaalam sa mga salita at tila may naririnig akong pagasam sa mga tinig na lumalabas sa kanilang mga bibig. Naramdaman ko na galing sa puso ang lahat nang naririnig ko. Sigurado ako dahil ito sa malaking parte nang pagkatao nila na naiwan nila sa Pilipinas. Sigurado ako dahil malaking parte nang pagkatao ko ang naiwan ko sa Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina ay sinabi sa akin nang kapatid ko "Huy! Happy Independence Day! 12 na didto!". Sabi ko, "O diay noh! Halaaa!"( Oo nga pala noh."). Pagkatapos ay sabi niya "Uy! Magbutang na ta ug flag!"("Maglagay na tayo nang bandila") Pagkatapos non naisip ko na lang bigla, Paano ko ba talaga pinahahalagahan ang araw na ito noon? Halos hindi ko na nga maala, nang biglang ..Aaaah "Yes, Walay Klase!"(Yes! Walang Klase!"). Ayun! Ang weird isipin na kung kelan ang konti lang nang paraan para magsaya at magdiwang, ngayon ko pa naisip kung gaano pala kaimportante ang araw na ito. Kaya eto, sa aking sariling paraan, ipinagdidiwang ko ang araw na ito sa pamamagitan nang pag blog sa kaunaunahang pagkakataon sa salitang Tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Itutuloy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawang Yugto: Ika-12 nang Junyo- dito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagalog nang Atenistang taga Davao:&lt;br /&gt;Kaweird nang tagalog ko. hahahaha One year na kasi ako hindi nakasulat nang mga essay na tagalog ba. Parang kahirap maghanap nang salita. Wah NOSEBLEED. Wla pa dyud dictionary.com para mag tulong! hahaha YUGTO! OH HA!! hahaha. Pero sure na ko na kadami ko wrong grammar, cge n lng. Diba kita ang effort. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-6487025234347600189?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6487025234347600189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=6487025234347600189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/6487025234347600189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/6487025234347600189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-12-unang-yugto.html' title='Ika-12 nang Junyo: Unang Yugto'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-6333188320629703883</id><published>2008-06-11T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:45:04.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravo Charlie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hROFIGLLy2"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hROFIGLLy2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo Charlie - Gregory And The Hawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like singing sad songs all night. I feel like tuning you out. Do you want to make it in to more of a fight? Is this yelling what love’s all about?&lt;p&gt; So go on, and tear me apart. Yeah just go on in straight for my chest and maybe it’s mostly my fault. Because if I’m the only girl you ever had I guess I can’t be the best. Can’t be the best &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I feel like falling asleep while you scream. I feel like tuning you out. Do you want to stand up and make a big scene? Put the lid down, pick up the dog shit, and shut your mouth &lt;/p&gt;And I feel like singing sad songs all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anikaos.com/0019-penguin/pen-17.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 53px; height: 53px;" src="http://www.anikaos.com/0019-penguin/pen-17.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm simply obsessing on Gregory &amp;amp; The Hawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFAp6Sb3dzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/koExuW3Qv4U/s1600-h/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFAp6Sb3dzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/koExuW3Qv4U/s400/pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210710850225534770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-6333188320629703883?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6333188320629703883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=6333188320629703883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/6333188320629703883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/6333188320629703883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/bravo-charlie.html' title='Bravo Charlie.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SFAp6Sb3dzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/koExuW3Qv4U/s72-c/pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-4562884631337236818</id><published>2008-06-06T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:30:02.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It smells like a box of crayons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SEo2lV_ur-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/zPBiZlN9sbU/s1600-h/hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SEo2lV_ur-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/zPBiZlN9sbU/s400/hello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209035934194905058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look extra strange today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Today I learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. School is closed on Fridays- Call first before traveling 14 miles. The door won't bust open no matter how hard you try. And If by any chance it does, there will be no one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. When visiting Pam, don't leave home at rush hour- Standing for 27minutes is not really ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't sit alone drinking infinite orange juice outside Robeks Juice- A kababayan may actually approach and ask if you're feeling homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4. I can help save planet earth one littered plastic cup at a time- When seeing feeling COOL rude skater kids throwing their Star Bucks iced tea by the flowers, pick it up myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always beware of the time-Even though the sun is still up- it can actually be 8 in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6. If you want to experience LA, ride the train at night- there can never be too much action every time. My 1hour, 16mins, and 4 seconds train ride home experience in a nutshell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;                           --While at Platform 1 waiting for the train: Scary Emo Kid standing at corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;                     --Look the other way- a man doing push ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;                         --On the train: met a Tagalog speaking African American. Apparently he's been in                              more places in the Philippines than I have. (Bohol, Palawan, Ilocos.........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;                         --Saw 2 teenage rival cliques riding the same train on one of the stops. There was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;screaming and definitely some pulling. One got pushed off the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;                        --On another one of the stops, a singing man rides the train. It was pleasing to the                                 ears, fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;                        --Two seats away from me I see a woman "crying" over the phone. One man says      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;                                    "I don't know what's worst, the fight that almost happened or the crocodile tears                                     behind me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't leave LA later than 8 pm-house is 1 hour and 16 minutes away.- thus dark and there will be running involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8. Don't write at 11:54 pm, I will most probably miss my "I will sleep before 12" birthday resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;RANDOM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I got home my sister was watching OTH season 3 finale on the internet. I just wanna share a line that Brooke quoted in the episode for her speech at Haley and Nathan's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is not love which alter when an alteration finds, when life gets hard when things change, true love remains the same." -Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FAVORITESST SONG FROM GREGORY &amp;amp; THE HAWK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TzOjpKveUd"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TzOjpKveUd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/W_cy70S/music/PliuWNwX/gregory_and_the_hawk_a_wish/"&gt;A Wish - Gregory and the Hawk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I guess it doesn't matter what I say or what I seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring me the morning after isn't enough&lt;br /&gt;and I swear I'm gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of tryin' to be tough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" 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/3963231923372297248-4562884631337236818?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4562884631337236818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=4562884631337236818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4562884631337236818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4562884631337236818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-smells-like-box-of-crayons.html' title='It smells like a box of crayons.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SEo2lV_ur-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/zPBiZlN9sbU/s72-c/hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-8590100364168364375</id><published>2008-05-27T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:42:56.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CURRENTLY WATCHING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUSHING DAISIES&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0006-lemon/kaos-lemon13.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a6.vox.com/6a00c2251e583c8e1d00f48d0dba9e0001-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 345px;" src="http://a6.vox.com/6a00c2251e583c8e1d00f48d0dba9e0001-500pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Every not-so-often, along comes a show that’s different. Wonderfully different. It’s the story of Ned, a lonely pie maker whose touch can reanimate the dead. Cool, but there’s a hitch. If Ned touches the person again, the miracle is reversed. If he doesn’t, a bystander goes toes up. What to do? Easy: Team with a private eye, bring murder victims back just long enough to discover whodunit, and collect the rewards. Things go well until Ned’s boyhood sweetie is the next dear departed, and he can’t resist bringing her back for keeps! Dig the wit, style and quirky romance: If you’re not laughing, you may need a visit from Ned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like CSI minus the science factor. Watching the first few minutes of the very first episode, I knew this was going to be a keeper. Pushing Daisies has the Tim Burton feel throughout all of it, which I lovelovelove. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am totally obsessed with the script&lt;/span&gt; and the screen shots are art pieces by themselves. The story line is so unique, I always wonder how they come up with stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's witty, charming and highly addictive. This is my newest favorite TV show. Three episodes in so far and I now officially consider it as one of my top 5 favorite series of all time. I'm telling you, waiting for seeders is all worth the wait, GO NOW, SEARCH, DOWNLOAD and WATCH! (If you don't get it- google about &lt;u&gt;torrents&lt;/u&gt;-update yourself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.doobybrain.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/pushing-daisies-cast-swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 308px;" src="http://www.doobybrain.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/pushing-daisies-cast-swing.jpg" alt="" 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/3963231923372297248-8590100364168364375?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8590100364168364375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=8590100364168364375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8590100364168364375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8590100364168364375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/currently.html' title='Currently'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-8003970361275619262</id><published>2008-05-27T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:08:56.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Contradiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I love driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; I hate it at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love the freedom it WILL give  me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="postbody"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="postbody"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but I hate being in a situation where I can actually kill or get killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I love the fact that I can actually sing out loud during long drives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                     but I hate the fact that I have to be 100% aware of my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;(FOCUS-something I  lack.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love the thought of driving my friends around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;                &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;        but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I hate fv**ing insensitive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;b*****s who go honking at me for being slightly slow after a t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;urn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRAINING HERE. HONKING WON'T MAKE ME GO ANY FASTER, IT WILL ONLY TENSE ME UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;EVEN MORE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;)(OKEI, I KNOW THEY DON'T KNOW I'M TRAINING. BASTA, BE SENSITIVE BEH! RARR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUS THE HANDBOOK SAYS HONKING IS RUDE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been training for a month now, and yesss contrary to what I might have imposed prior this paragraph, I'm getting better. HA. But my stupid nerves won't let me gooo. Go awaaaaaaaay. *pulling hair and jumping up and down(repeat)*The moment I start the engine, I get the jitters. Lord KALMA LANG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay, plus I hate the fact that I'm so sensitive. When I get honked at, I get pissed. (and I stay pissed for the next half hour or so) I just need to learn how to let go and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think maybe I'm so  in love with the "I'm driving to the mall, see you there." or "I'm going to pick you up okay?" idea that I can't wait to get my license. Agh the autonomy of  "I'll go where I want to go, when I want to go". But I'm learning everyday that it's just one of those things I have to get used to before I can go do it on my own. Rarr. But I'm hoping it'll will be soon because school is around the corner and I wouldn't want to waste 30minutes more  sleep time to sitting at the back of the bus dozing off like a street bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-8003970361275619262?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8003970361275619262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=8003970361275619262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8003970361275619262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8003970361275619262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/contradiction.html' title='A Contradiction'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-8430213558437436397</id><published>2008-05-23T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:19:49.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be My Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/104/316282123_f031a6f723.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 245px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/104/316282123_f031a6f723.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My music genre have changed so much through the years. I started becoming dependent on music to get me through the day when I was in 6th grade. Probably the time when our parents decided to unsubscribe to cable  due to a reason everyone is well aware of-kids' tv addiction. So to feed her hungry soul, my sister started to listen to the radio- and since we slept in the same room, I was learning to compensate as well. That was one of the best things that ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go through an artist phase. From a week to a whole month, I would be listening to a certain artist and then I'd go and fish out my favorites from their albums, then I'd move on to the next.  From Britney, to Taking Back Sunday, to Rihanna, to Hawthorne Heights, to Ne-yo, to Kimya Dawson, to Alanis, and the list just never ends. I don't have a specific type of music, it's just when I hear great lyrics that speak to me I get hooked. These days I'm extremely loving Kate Nash, Ingrid Michaelson and the likes. I don't know what genre they are in, if you happen to know, PLEASE TELL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just recently I discovered "Gregory and The Hawk". Usually I don't go out sharing my favorite not so popular band/singer, but this is just too good to keep myself.  I hope you would love her as well. Enjoy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sdsNpYChnM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sdsNpYChnM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boats and Birds by: &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Gregory and The Hawk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you be my star&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sky&lt;br /&gt;you can hide underneath me and come out at night&lt;br /&gt;when I turn jet black and you show off your light&lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can skyrocket away from me&lt;br /&gt;and never come back if you find another galaxy&lt;br /&gt;far from here with more room to fly&lt;br /&gt;just leave me your stardust to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you be my boat&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sea&lt;br /&gt;a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity&lt;br /&gt;ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze&lt;br /&gt;I live to make you free&lt;br /&gt;I live to make you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can set sail to the west if you want to&lt;br /&gt;and past the horizon till I can't even see you&lt;br /&gt;far from here where the beaches are wide&lt;br /&gt;just leave me your wake to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you be my star&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sky&lt;br /&gt;you can hide underneath me and come out at night&lt;br /&gt;when I turn jet black and you show off your light&lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can skyrocket away from me&lt;br /&gt;and never come back if you find another galaxy&lt;br /&gt;far from here with more room to fly&lt;br /&gt;just leave me your stardust to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;stardust to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-8430213558437436397?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8430213558437436397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=8430213558437436397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8430213558437436397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8430213558437436397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-love.html' title='Be My Star'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-1651316108575915817</id><published>2008-05-19T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:15:35.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged One Too Many Times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about himself/herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*Bloggers tagged need to write ten things and post the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*At the end of the blog, you need to choose 10 people you're going to tag and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*Dont forget to comment on their site that they're tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SOME SAY 10, SOME SAY 15- I'M GOING WITH JUST 10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://dreabonita79.multiply.com/"&gt;Drea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; almost a month ago but I was too uninspired then that I opted to do it the day after. Then a day turned into 2 weeks. I got tagged again by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://peabab.multiply.com/"&gt;Joan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; which reminded me how I was already tagged and that I really wanted to do it this time. But because Of the  "I-don't-know-how-to prioritize" kind of person that I am, every time I get the chance to go online, I drift to surfing and forget the reason why I went online in the first place. After 7 days, I got tagged again by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://caek.multiply.com/"&gt;Jam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; and then 3 days after by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://yelskiedoo.multiply.com/"&gt;Yel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;. This time I said, this is just one too many times.  I was thinking, this is just something I got to do,  it's haunting me like a bitter ex lover. Lol. It's 12am and I won't even care that I am getting up early tomorrow, I just want to get this over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;10.    I procrastinate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;                   -- It's this new disease that every one now a days seem to have or maybe it's just now that they know that it's actually called something. That habit of putting off to the last possible second is just one bad breakout that won't seem to go away. I didn't know how bad it was up until last Mother's day. My sister and I had a week to write a song for mom on that special day. We ended up sleeping at around 3am on May 11th trying hard to find a word that rhymed with ella-ella-eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;9.    I forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;--I forget A LOT.  I forget too much. I forget to drink my vitamins after breakfast. I forget to call my mom when I leave the house. I forget to turn off the heater when I leave in the morning. I forget to push our trash bin out on the street on Thursdays. It's amazing how I remember all these things just now. (Nah, actually I have all these post-its right in front of me. It's on top of my computer table- posted by my ever so patient parents. hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;8. I love new notebooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;--I have this thing for buying new notebooks every single quarter of every year. It's this earth-unfriendly habit I have. New notebooks just look, smell, and look good. It's also my way of saying "this quarter, I would be a better student- complete assignments; clean, detailed &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="hw"&gt;unadulterated notes; better ME". HA. Though it only works the first few days. I also just realized this when I was packing all my stuff from my old room, I had a lot, and I mean A LOT of half used notebooks(fillers, spring, colored, small, large, cartoony, magazine covered- name it- I have it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7. I bite on my straw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;--This goes all the way to my orange-zesto-baon days.  I bite my straw so I would just be able to sip the juice little by little since it's too sweet for me. I guess bad habits die hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6. I'm a late "replier".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;--My friends hate me for this. It takes me like 10 minutes to reply to something from "Bakit ka ba ganyan?" to "San ka?".  It's this thing that I'm actually known for around people I text with before. I will defend myself- It's either I'm waiting for my phone to load since it hangs up A LOT from too much messages (it's a 3230- if you own/ed one I think you know what I mean) or I think about what I type way too much before I send my replies. So messages overlap- making each reply to every person taking more time than required. Teehee. Seeeeee. @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5. I graduated highschool, but I'm not YET in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;--I just wanted to say this once and for all, since I'm tired of answering this question over and over again "San ka naga school?". Okeyyy. Since I'm new here, I can't enroll as a regular student. I got here last October, so I have to wait for another year to be considered a resident. The difference is HUGE from tuition if I enroll as an International student. So I'm starting college this Fall '08, September to be exact. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4.  I have been profusely UNinspired the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;--It's been 5 months since my last Photoshop project. It breaks my heart.I actually have a list of people whom I've promised to edit for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Sorry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I just don't have enough inspiration pills to be able to think and do lately. But I will, I will. Booo. Next weeek! Hopeful. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. I hate long walks. (the "for-good-health" kind of thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;--Call me lazy, but it's just..... Yes I am. But it's a whole different story when I'm with my friends just talking the weariness away. I love walking without a certain destination with good company. It's more like, I am an anti-tiresome-activities kind of person. I don't have a sport what so ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2. I'm a frustrated ballerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;--I am. Aw. I just lovelove how they look when they dance. It looks very elegant and it really makes me wonder how they make dancing on your toes look good. I never really asked my parents for lessons, something I regret not doing years back. Starting now would just be an eyesore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. I THINK WAY TOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-- THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A LIST. I MADE AN ENTIRE NOVEL. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG THEEE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah --Ms. Just Turned UNMINOR as well&lt;br /&gt;Samoo   --Ms. Biggg (Sister- that is)&lt;br /&gt;Andrea  --Ms. University (Aw, Selos ako.. :)) )&lt;br /&gt;Maii        --Ms. Sing-er (Contract na lng kulang maii :))&lt;br /&gt;Bea C.    --Ms. Co-Fan (From GG to OTH. wooT :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;April      --Ms. Eprilog ( third year!! haha :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Alisa       --Ms. Chilhood Friend (Grade 4! :D)&lt;br /&gt;Pol            --Mr. HugeShoes (Jusice league colleague)&lt;br /&gt;Paolo     --Mr. Segura Himself (YE!)&lt;br /&gt;Neil         --Mr. Isko (..Nang bayan haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun! :D&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/3963231923372297248-1651316108575915817?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1651316108575915817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=1651316108575915817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1651316108575915817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1651316108575915817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/rules-each-blogger-starts-with-ten.html' title='Tagged One Too Many Times.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-3264126667244548908</id><published>2008-05-14T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:20:05.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day as a 17 year OLD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm torn between being happy because I can finally get my license and being scared cause I can actually get arrested. Thanks to Pam for making me realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the latte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;r. haha So, since I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;haven't blogged for the longest time and since I'm stuck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ome, I shall blog something before I turn into an UNMINOR.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll repost something from my very first blog, 3 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="post-title"&gt;      my last day as a 14-year old!        &lt;/h3&gt;                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       im turning 15 tomorrow! aah! im growing older by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;minute.. literally! huhuhu :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so before this day ends i shall have a list of 15 things i need to accomplish b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;efore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i die.. haha na-over! hahaÜ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I italicized things I have accomplished! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;1 create my own blog- feeel.. hahaÜ i think i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;t would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; really be g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;reat if i had my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; online diary.I could read this someday and laugh at myself for being so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;corny. hahaÜ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-- Accomplished. This was my first blog post EVER. After 5 blogs from different servers, I stick with my latest one-- www.thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com I was so right, ha! Corny nga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ako! haha XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SCtmG-U-DDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2c_BZw1UblA/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SCtmG-U-DDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2c_BZw1UblA/s320/blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200362464725568562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 watch dolphins perform up close and maybe swim with them or maybe even ride them- that would be so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--RIDE THEM, nice.  Someday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.familyheritage.ca/Images/2005/Sheila%20dolphin%20ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.familyheritage.ca/Images/2005/Sheila%20dolphin%20ride.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;3 ride a roller coaster- believe it or not i've never been on one.. gusto ko yung medyo 90degree angle type. so it would be truly unforgetable. "it was her first and last time. what a waste..x(.." bwahaha!Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--Accomplished. Since I wrote this before I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ever been on one, I THOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GHT I would love it. And now 3 theme parks later, I take it back. I am not a fan. I DON'T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LIKE CRAZY RIDES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SCtlzuU-DCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CG0_HecR_gA/s1600-h/blogeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SCtlzuU-DCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CG0_HecR_gA/s320/blogeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200362134013086754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4 do something that would make my parents really really happy. they'd have to dub me as their favorite! bwahahaha! joke.. aha! but jokes are always half meant..*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--HAHAHA, I was one crazy 14 year old. But I believe this one is ACCOMPLISHED. HAHAHAHA. kidding. There is no favoritism in our family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ha! Joke. ..but jokes are always half meant. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/41/52/3392514/6554511260702l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/41/52/3392514/6554511260702l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;5 have another piercing- maybe a navel ring.. someday maybe when im old enough to drive.. connection? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    --Accomplished. I have one more ear piercing located on my right ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had it January 07- friendship earing thing with my good friend Jowielyn :) 16 pa ako, old enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SCtoVuU-DEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gDn9yom7CHg/s1600-h/joew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SCtoVuU-DEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gDn9yom7CHg/s320/joew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200364917151894594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;6 learn how to play the guitar- kaya kitchie nadal saludo ako sayo! hahaÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    --Accomplished. It's so much fun singing along, but my singing- just don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7 own an ipod- thousands of songs in a palm sized player- its a must-own gadget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--Accomplished. Self earned might I add. It's the first thing I bought with my very first paycheck. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs28/i/2008/078/1/8/Face_Your_Pockets_by_dingee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs28/i/2008/078/1/8/Face_Your_Pockets_by_dingee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8 own a self-earned ferrari- that means ive got to work forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    --What the fooot was I thinking? Ohoh I remember, I wanted an Enzo Ferrari since I always watched that car show on Discovery Channel with my brother. Things change- I want a cooper now. I want it sooo bad. When I'm at a carpark I always look through the glass, walk around it, then stare at the hood and the headlights (which I love the most, btw) my sister just goes- stop it, you look like soo suspicious. I just can't help it. Ma... Bday.. hahaha Yeah Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SCtrleU-DFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P6STfQpGpiw/s1600-h/IMG_2576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SCtrleU-DFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P6STfQpGpiw/s400/IMG_2576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200368486269717586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  Oo, nagpapicture dyud ko. XD This is the new model- a bigger one than the usual. The safer one to own. Purrty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9 try not to sin for a day- a saint for a day.. i dont know.. God help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    --What the footnick? This one's just plain dumb. I thought maybe I could sleep on it, then I reckon it's being a sloth. So I don't know, maybe someday I'd have an idea. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.secrethideouts.multiply.com/image/2/photos/2/600x600/34/angel.jpg?et=zvZGMXl%2BbUSvj3Hy%2Cm8tLA&amp;amp;nmid=56924611"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.secrethideouts.multiply.com/image/2/photos/2/600x600/34/angel.jpg?et=zvZGMXl%2BbUSvj3Hy%2Cm8tLA&amp;amp;nmid=56924611" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 magkaroon ng pictorial!- haha.. dream on.. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     --Ha! When I work soon, I would buy an DSLR. Soon Dinna. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/canon-4d-dslr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 192px;" src="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/canon-4d-dslr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11 meet piere bouviere!!- have picturesss taken with him!! oh GOD please.. hahaÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    --Gosh! He's eekie now. His hair is like, emo. T_T No thank you. Now, I'd like to meet Chace Crawford. His scruffy hair just hits the spot. Ooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beanstockd.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/chace-crawford2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 262px;" src="http://beanstockd.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/chace-crawford2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12 graduate hyskul and college- para may future diba? hahaÜ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-- Halfway there! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.dinnseetoop.multiply.com/image/9/photos/19/500x500/22/S4300279.JPG?et=lxiMpPe48MeuHeNrJ%2BWv4A&amp;amp;nmid=23839506"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.dinnseetoop.multiply.com/image/9/photos/19/500x500/22/S4300279.JPG?et=lxiMpPe48MeuHeNrJ%2BWv4A&amp;amp;nmid=23839506" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 sky dive- aaahh.. just thinking about it excites me!!! wohhooÜ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--HAHAHA. Yeah Right, I repeat, No i-feel-like-i'm-going-to-die-any-minute-now hobbies. Ha. BUTT. Maybe I would someday, if I'm given a chance. Tsk :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 ice skate in a frozen lake- in other terms i also wanna be able to touch and feel snow falling! white christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--Half  way there too! ;)   Got to touch snow last January at Big Bear, CA. I thought it would be just okey since I was going there with just my parents. But HA! With Siblings or no siblings, I felt like I was six again! I was sooo amazed. It just felt like crushed ice, but none the less, I had fun! :D'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_608316533l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 461px;" src="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_608316533l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 learn another language- anyonghaseyo! haha.. tama ba yan??Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-- Oooh Yeah. I'd love to this too. I think I'll take Spanish lessons this summer! woot! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ha! I had fun blogging. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think I'll be able to crush out everything on this list before I turn 30. Just having problems about that being-a-saint-for-a-day thing. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AAAAH. I can't believe I'm turning 18 tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My 17 yearold year was the most lesson filled year of my life. I've grown up so much as a person and I'm so much smarter now- No not with the books, but with life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only sour cherry on the fruit stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yJql0aNSoU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yJql0aNSoU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/3963231923372297248-3264126667244548908?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3264126667244548908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=3264126667244548908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3264126667244548908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3264126667244548908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-last-day-as-17-year-old.html' title='My last day as a 17 year OLD.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/SCtmG-U-DDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2c_BZw1UblA/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-2557157547936588213</id><published>2008-04-25T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:10:30.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDOM IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Made a layout for my multiply today, and changed the look of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've got more time than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make new one's tomorrow. New Look for my multiply and maybe an original Blogger Layout.&lt;br /&gt;LalalaLOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted ALL my photos from my trip to Davao, hopefully soon when I'm in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S a recent photo of me with my friends during my last day in Davao.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Gladys took the picture. Or Not. Make a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_403988090l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_403988090l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME PHOTOS FROM MY DAVAO VISIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My YE FAMILY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_234216404l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_234216404l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erikaaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_997072341l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_997072341l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao &amp;amp; Louie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_643179515l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_643179515l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geva &amp;amp; Torts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_874439767l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_874439767l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kota &amp;amp; Pie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.friendster.com/image-server.php/05/20/5150250/private_1_2e564f2c28c748b36a2f1bee297a8c41768a395e55af10b77f552abec30187b0l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.friendster.com/image-server.php/05/20/5150250/private_1_2e564f2c28c748b36a2f1bee297a8c41768a395e55af10b77f552abec30187b0l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And loadss More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops. Gotta Go Now. I feel like Dad's waking up, I'm gonna get sermons again if he finds out I'm still online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;Tata For Now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 56px; height: 56px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" 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/3963231923372297248-2557157547936588213?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2557157547936588213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=2557157547936588213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/2557157547936588213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/2557157547936588213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/boredom-is-understatement.html' title='BOREDOM IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-1148301310905870</id><published>2008-04-23T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:09:46.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello There.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi Blog. It's been too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next week I shall blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I missed blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blog. Blog.Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brain Freeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Still suffering from Jet Lag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now back here at Space Camp from my 25 day vacation back In The Island In The Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sleep Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;For My Friends, My Davao :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maalala mo sana ako dahil noon pa man&lt;br /&gt;Sa'yo lang nakalaan ang pag-ibig ko&lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali na ikaw ay kasama&lt;br /&gt;Para bang di na tayo muling magkikita&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ngayon aaminin na sa'yo&lt;br /&gt;Na mahal na mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Maalala mo sana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/U03XnCMeCz"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/U03XnCMeCz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="11" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 67px; height: 67px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-1148301310905870?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1148301310905870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=1148301310905870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1148301310905870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1148301310905870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-there.html' title='Hello There.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-8562084599878682616</id><published>2008-03-17T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:08:10.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R99NsFsKyBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YE4O_nQfDqQ/s1600-h/weeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R99NsFsKyBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YE4O_nQfDqQ/s400/weeh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178943516336375826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TIME FLIES! WOOOOOT! WOOOOOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was right- I told myself to stop thinking about &amp;amp; it shall come sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IT DID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OHMAYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I SHALL UPDATE. HOPEFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Pam for reminding me. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here comes the sun. dududutdut. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 55px; height: 55px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/3963231923372297248-8562084599878682616?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8562084599878682616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=8562084599878682616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8562084599878682616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8562084599878682616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/03/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R99NsFsKyBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YE4O_nQfDqQ/s72-c/weeh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-8344960837277633078</id><published>2008-03-17T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:52:42.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACE YOUR POCKETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peek inside my life. ( or bag. whatever. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.dinnseetoop.multiply.com/image/5/photos/66/orig/1/fffyp.jpg?et=dP6XhcgTmojy1SOLh2eaOQ&amp;amp;nmid=86810148"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.dinnseetoop.multiply.com/image/5/photos/66/orig/1/fffyp.jpg?et=dP6XhcgTmojy1SOLh2eaOQ&amp;amp;nmid=86810148"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 271px;" src="http://images.dinnseetoop.multiply.com/image/5/photos/66/orig/1/fffyp.jpg?et=dP6XhcgTmojy1SOLh2eaOQ&amp;amp;nmid=86810148" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;author:&lt;/span&gt; dinna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; occupation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;student and or everyday bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolate wrapper         &lt;/span&gt;twixxx. yum :9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                             daily planner                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and/or diary/to do list/things to do. :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                             coin purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                  where I keep change for bus rides   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                            bracelets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                        my favorite rainbow colored set :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                            glasses                                              &lt;/span&gt;My year-old under appreciated glasses. For reading from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                            rosary&lt;/span&gt;                                                My 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                            CA ID                                                  &lt;/span&gt;Identification Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                            digicam&lt;/span&gt;                                             You just don't know when you need one. I love my Canon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lanyard (love bites pin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;      For easy access to my coin purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Name Plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                      WORK. Fugly ID. X_x                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;earphones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                         Gotta hear somehow.                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ipod touch                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My 8gb blood and sweat. (char) YESS, paid for it myself. Me Proud :D                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;keys                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To my house. Plus keychains. Half are with my friends. I love you guys :)                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cellphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                              Now a necessity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and some of my change.&lt;/span&gt;        We could all use some change. :)  spot my favorite. CHEESE of Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends. Looove :") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.faceyourpockets.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are living in the pockets of your bag, jeans or jacket: travel and pay checks, old cigarette pack that just looks interesting, sugar lumps and all the stuff that has found home in your pockets. They are all the treasures our project is looking for! Our goal is not only bring a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;ll this objects into light but show the owner of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the objects on the scanner. Place your face/part of it on the scanner as well. Aaaaand scan it! Send the picture you've got to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faceyourpockets@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't forget to mention your name and occupation. Also the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; email should include the list of objects you've scanned - keys, granny's photo, gum etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the site out, let me know if you make one tooo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Blessed is this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'm gonna celebrate being alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Blessed is this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'm gonna celebrate being alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wy33QZcEdX"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wy33QZcEdX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 56px; height: 56px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &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/3963231923372297248-8344960837277633078?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8344960837277633078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=8344960837277633078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8344960837277633078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8344960837277633078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/03/face-your-pockets.html' title='FACE YOUR POCKETS'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-1150513658547792065</id><published>2008-03-09T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:06:58.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R9TPGVsKx_I/AAAAAAAAADo/9KtD7TT4i6M/s1600-h/fy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R9TPGVsKx_I/AAAAAAAAADo/9KtD7TT4i6M/s320/fy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175989579564107762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1ANONG GS2 MNG ITAWAG SAU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Just pronounce my name properly. It's Deeena. :) not DinaH or Dayna or Deeana. arrgg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 ANONG ORAS KA NA22LOG PaGgaBI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Before, mostly 11pm-ish to 2am-ish. Pero ngayong may work na ako, 11pmMAX :D wooot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3 ANO GS2 MO: SPORTS, MUSIC O ARTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   --Music &amp;amp; Art. Aww Pagiiiibig :) . Ano kaya ang nangyari sa last 5months ko kung wala kayo? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4 ILANG BESES KA KUMAIN SA ISANG ARW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  -- Hmm. 3 times. Pero pag tamad- 2 HUMUNGOUS meals. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 ANO ANG NGPPASAYA SA ARW MUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Lately--hmmm.. comments. XD lame life. haha XD KITE FLYING!! :D My agents too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6 UMIINOM KA BA NG BEER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Nofe. Eghk. Me dont likee. x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7 MADALI KA BANG MSAKTAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Uhuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8 PANO KA NAGPAPAPANCN SA MAHAL MO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Actually, more like hindi ko pinapansin. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9 KAIBIGAN MO O MaHAL MO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Di ko gets. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10 SA TINGIN MO BA MERON KANG SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ADMIRER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --HAHA. Pwede sa tingin ko secret admirer ako? OO! hahaha XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11 PANU MO MALALAaMAN KNG MHAL MO NA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Kapag foreverandever ko sxang iniisip XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12 CLOSE KA BA SA MOMMY MO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Parentsgurrl akoo :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13 EH SA KPATID MO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Kinda,Medjo,May pagka :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14 ANO ANG DIALOGUE NG MOMI MO KAPAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;KAUSAP MO XA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Dinna kumain ka nang fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Dinna nakalimutan mo na namang mag vacuum???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15 ANO NMN ANG ISINASAGOT MO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Opo Ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Sorry Ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  (Repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;         XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16 ANO ANG PANG ASAR MO SA KPATID MO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Just being my tamad self. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17 ANO ANG FAVORITE MoNG GWIN PG May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FREETYM KA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Internet, Photoshop, at Moosic. LAAG!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18 ANO ANG GGAWIN MO PG NKASALUBONG MO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ANG ENEMY MO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Hindi pa naman ako nagkaroon nang kaaway eh, soo IF ever someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                  --Magmura. (sa isip lang.. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19 MASSABI MO BNG KUMPLETO NA ANG BUHAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MO NGAUN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --HINDI T_T. Ang rami ko pang gustong ma experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22 MSARAP BNG MGMHAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --I thunk. ? Willing to learn. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23 NASAKTAN KA NA BA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Oo. Nadapa ako nang slow mo last week sa sobrang pagmamadali. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24 MEI NSAKTAN KA NA BA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Siguro. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25 ANONG GINAGWA MO PG NSSAKTAN KA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Magmura(sa isip. &gt;:l). Pag sobra na- iyak. Mababaw ang luha ko. T_T haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;26 PANU KA MGSELOS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --how?? hmmm. Secret lang. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;27 PANU PG PINAGSESELOS KA NG MHAL MO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  -- VICE VERSA :D Revenge. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;28 MEI MINAMHAL KA BANG HANGGANG SA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PNAGINIP LNG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --HAHAHAHAH hMMMMMMMM.  Lemme think. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;29 CNO MAS PANINIWALAAN MO: MHAL MO O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BESTFRIEND MO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Friends. Wala na man kc silang makukuha kung magsisinungaling sila sa akin- soo I bet they would always be honest with me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;30 BKIT MO SINAGUTAN ITO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Gilumot na akong blog eh sa ka way unod kay wa koy time. So maoo XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31. Latest na gumugulo sa isip mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  -- Yiheee. Pera. hahahaha XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;32. Anong dapat gawin pag nalulungkot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Pumunta sa park- makinig kay Mika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;33. What's the title of the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that's stuck on your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Forever Young. I wanna be forever young. Do you really wanna live forever?  ladidaladidi. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;34. Pangarap mong summer get-away trip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  --Boracay. Grabeh mag 18 na ako wla pa dyud. T_T punta tayoooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;35. Motto mo about LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The greatest thing is to&lt;b&gt; love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many adventures couldnt happen today&lt;br /&gt;So many songs we forgot to play&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams are swinging out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;We let them come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jt6guCTRos"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jt6guCTRos" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 67px; height: 67px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-1150513658547792065?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1150513658547792065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=1150513658547792065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1150513658547792065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/1150513658547792065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-really.html' title='Do you really?'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R9TPGVsKx_I/AAAAAAAAADo/9KtD7TT4i6M/s72-c/fy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-2463558469904481112</id><published>2008-02-17T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:05:28.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To look again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R7ktt4FksFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6qHdEtaIJqM/s1600-h/VIEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R7ktt4FksFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6qHdEtaIJqM/s400/VIEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168212313557479506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I have posted this song before but I just realized that this is the perfect song to dedicate to my week long love affair with the imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard this song, I immediately loved it. Then I wondered- will there ever come a time that I would actually be in a situation like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jdS2OIXqqZ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jdS2OIXqqZ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love grows in me like a tumor, parasites bent on devouring its host.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm developing my sense of humor, till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth, till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.  Skillet on the stove is such a temptation, maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesnt get burned. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fvck was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love plows through me like a dozer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've got more give than a bale of hay, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's always a big mess left over&lt;/span&gt;. What did you do? What did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; maybe I'll be the special one that doesnt get burned.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; What the fvck was I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love tears me up like a demon. Opens the wounds and fills them with lead, and I'm having some trouble just breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If we werent such good friends I think that I'd hate you. If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Oh it's so embarrasing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm this awkward and uncomprable thing, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm running out of places to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 62px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the fvck was  I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I don't wish him death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least VDAY this year was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &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/3963231923372297248-2463558469904481112?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2463558469904481112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=2463558469904481112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/2463558469904481112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/2463558469904481112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-look-again.html' title='To look again.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R7ktt4FksFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6qHdEtaIJqM/s72-c/VIEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-3616901306537537435</id><published>2008-02-17T20:58:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:07:03.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutrition By The Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had one weird, funny, exciting,  devastating, tiresome, happy- and what not 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feb 6 was  my first day at work. I work as a cashier at Chowking, Cerritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's funny because as a kid, my other dream (aside from my very pangarap- to be a teacher) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;was always to be a cashier. Me and my cousin, Therese, always pretended to be cashiers back when we were still neighbors and I loved every minute of it. And here I am- dream come true? HAHAHA. I applied there last Jan 12 but didn't expect to get in because 2 weeks had already passed after my interview. I was sure that the reason behind it was my inflexible time schedule. It's 7am- 5pm only because I take the bus. It's an hour long trip from our house. So the earliest trip would take me there by 6:30 am and I didn't want to stay too late because it would be scary to travel alone at night and plus the fact that it would be freezing. I also said that I won't work at weekends because it's family time. Sooo, the manager told me that it was really difficult to find a schedule for me. But Viola! After almost a month, I was asked to report. Yey! I've got me work! YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The reason why I chose to apply at Chowking was because of the crowd. It meant that I would most probably be surrounded by Filipino people. That meant less pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The first day was scary because I had to immediately deal with customers and poke at the monitor. I had to take orders and look for them in the computer menu. The meals were in folders so I had to think which category it belonged to and I had NO idea. For the record, I have to say, I have never eaten at a Chowking store everr. I mean everrr. I was never a fan. I don't know why I never tried one back in Davao. Everything was new to me. Thank God I had Kuya Rom to ask help from. He was VERY patient with me and really helped me to feel at home at Chowking. It's sad though cause I only had 3 days to work with him because he moved somewhere else to pursue his dreams. Well, I'm just happy that it was him who welcomed me to the "working" world. I AM NOW EARNING WAAAY BEFORE MY TWO OLDER SIBLINGS. HAHAHAHA HELLOOO. HAHAHA XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At work, I also have fun cause I have new pinoy friends. There are like four 19-ish teens (teens still right? :D) who were somewhat new here too. So it was cool to have more people to add to my friends list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On my 3rd day at work, my co-workers (I can't believe I'm saying that XD) invited me to go bowling with them. We went to a bowling alley somewhere at Carmenita.We played Dance Dance Revolution while waiting for our turn and some of the guys played that game where a clamp catches stuff toys. Diba impossible man makakakuha nyan? Or at least in my experience. In my 17 years in this world, it was my first time to see someone actually winning a toy from that game. And I must emphasize, they were able to take&lt;b&gt; SEVEN &lt;/b&gt;out of 10 tries!! Weird huh. I got to take home 2. haha :P After playing one set, we decided to leave and eat somewhere. We found a Denny's restaurant so we ate there and I got to know them more. By a little past 3, I was taken home by Kim and her kuya. I had a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gosh. Documentary naman toh. haha. Antok na ako. Gusto ko pang idocument ang last week ko, bukas na lang siguro. Matulog na ako, I have work tomorrow by 10. So there. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY SHATTERED DREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.  YEAH- SHATTERED. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hi. So how was your week? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BELATED HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO ALL! :)&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S A MODERN LOVE SONG I WOULD LOVE TO SHARE WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sleeping Beauty’s in a foul mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for shame she says, "None for you dear prince, I’m tired today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’d rather sleep my whole life away than have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;keep me from dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rn_zb25YjN"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rn_zb25YjN" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 61px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-3616901306537537435?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3616901306537537435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=3616901306537537435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3616901306537537435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3616901306537537435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/02/nutrition-by-cup_2154.html' title='Nutrition By The Cup'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-4975448366066077430</id><published>2008-02-12T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:22:56.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I said what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this- I am soberrr!! haha XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My hours dedicated to surfing for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt; 2 weeks ago is WAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;more than the hours I have spent during the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAST WEEK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you imagine????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just visit and look at my pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Reply to some messages and comment on my frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ds' photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I haven't replied to any of my friendster comments for like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the longest time and it took me a week to write another blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GoodGawd.&lt;br /&gt;I have no time. That is so weird to hear.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up early now.&lt;br /&gt;I burn calories.&lt;br /&gt;I smile.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I say yeah.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The reason:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found me a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Weeh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have soooo many stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another shocker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yeahyeah. \o/\o/\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope to write a longer one soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;See yah. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm feeling so happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/0jlz3LePJ2"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/0jlz3LePJ2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 61px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-4975448366066077430?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4975448366066077430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=4975448366066077430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4975448366066077430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4975448366066077430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-said-what.html' title='I said what?'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-8954335894089652481</id><published>2008-01-31T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:39:40.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fvck was I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm off to go job hunting again with Agent J. and yess, today is my second day in Graphic Design Class. Woot! Woot! Just dropped by to post this new song I love. Hey you, yes you! I posted it just for you. Yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we werent such good friends I think that I'd hate you.&lt;br /&gt;If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so embarrasing&lt;br /&gt;I'm this awkward and uncomprable thing,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm running out of places to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what the fvck was i thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jdS2OIXqqZ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jdS2OIXqqZ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 56px; height: 56px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-8954335894089652481?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8954335894089652481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=8954335894089652481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8954335894089652481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8954335894089652481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/01/fock-was-i.html' title='Fvck was I'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-976985734523121757</id><published>2008-01-30T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:19:25.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE BARKADA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;YAHOO. I LOVE THEE. THANKS FOR MAKING THIS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;I TALKED TO MY FRIENDS FOR 3 WHOLE HOURS USING YM  LAST NIGT.&lt;br /&gt;I FELT AS IF I WAS ACTUALLY THERE. YOU GUYS NEVER CHANGE. ; ' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 and a half months of not seeing each other, they finally made time. They were that busy. They are in one city and their schools are only a 6-peso-fair-ride apart- yet it took them that long to reunite. XD Oh well. That's how my friends are and I absolutely love them for that. It only means less MISSED stories and misadventures for me. haha Keep it up guys.  If you continue with that pace, I may be able to hang out with you the next time. hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na kayo mxdo. :'c Thanx for being my family in DVO. Wala pa rin kau nagbagooo. haha. See you sooon. Padalahan nyo na ako nang pera para maka uwi na ako. ha? txt lang. haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   I LOVE BARKADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I MISS BARKADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THANK YOU BARKADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FOREVER &amp;amp; EVER BARKADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R6EpWx4khvI/AAAAAAAAADA/VB1IP4kZwpM/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R6EpWx4khvI/AAAAAAAAADA/VB1IP4kZwpM/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161452119267772146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Gladys! Monica!&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa pag cut nang classes para makachat tayo.&lt;br /&gt;Makahilak pud ko ug silya ana ui. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I HEART THEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Hi Bei.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I HEART THEE TOO :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-976985734523121757?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/976985734523121757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=976985734523121757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/976985734523121757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/976985734523121757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-barkada.html' title='I LOVE BARKADA.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R6EpWx4khvI/AAAAAAAAADA/VB1IP4kZwpM/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-3598933033209302802</id><published>2008-01-28T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:35:47.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Design'/><title type='text'>YEAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yey. SAT day has passed. I'm sooooo relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I woke up at 6:00 am during the test day. It felt so weird because it has been a very (and I mean veryveryvery) long time since I've woken up that early. I remember senior year, I wake up at 6:40 and leave for school by 7:15 and arrive by 7:30 IF I'm lucky. HAHA. My dad drove me to CAL State Univ and we arrived there by 7:40am. I stood in line for like an hour. Honestly, I didn't know why it took soo long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; At ang malupet pa non, manipis lang yung jacket ko. It was cold that morning but I expected us to be in a heated room so I didn't mind. And like the "I don't like the cold" kind of person that I am- I was freezing. ARR. haha. Peroo ndi lang nagpapaobvious kc nakakahiya. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/b/bd/Jesse_Metcalfe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 103px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/b/bd/Jesse_Metcalfe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plus there was this guy standing 2 persons in front of me who was so cute. hahahaha. XD He honestly looked like Jesse Matclafe. T_T haha. Absolutely adorable. hahaha. After an agonizing hour long wait, we were all sent to two separate rooms to begin the test. And yes, we wer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e in the same room. And no, I didn't stalk him, it was simply meant to be. hahaha. Dream on, I know. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then the test began. It took four hours to finish that 10 part exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was OK. Wasn't as difficult as I expected. Yipee. Trial exams from the internet were way more demanding than the actual test. The essay question for me was "Are all efforts to reach a goal worth it if the goal is not reached?" That was an easy question in contrast to some of the trial prompts I have tried answering. Math was the easiest. It was all about Algebra and some Geometry. No precalculus! No derivatives! haha. The literature part was the hardest. But still, it was waaaay waaay easier than the trial tests.  Though it still had vocabulary that I've never come across in my life, but it was only like 10 items or a little more than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I think na overrr talaga yung mga galing sa net. NOSEBLEEED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I spent the night before worrying about nothing! Pero I still skipped some items because of lack of time. Rrr. But overall, it was okei. YEY. YEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R55WSB4khtI/AAAAAAAAACw/dXR4PgYk2vA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 347px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R55WSB4khtI/AAAAAAAAACw/dXR4PgYk2vA/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160657090756511442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night, we went to a party at Tita Ruby's house. Food was everywhere, and yess lechon! haha. YUM :9 haha Then I met, Christian. She's 4 and she is sooo purttty and cuuute. I also got to take care of baby Kaikai (take note of the repeated name- so pinoy! haha XD). Christian was my fave. She said she absolutely loves babies and her mom told us about how she asked for a baby sister during Christmas. She was so fond of the baby. She looked sooo cute when we allowed her to hold the baby's bottle. Hinihimashimas pa niya yung forehead ni kakai while the she was sleeping. haha. Cuuute. Then I told her "Tell your dad you want to take care of the baby and ask him if you can take her home." It was supposed to be a joke but she actually did it. She literally dragged her father over and said "Dad I want that baby." We were all laughing and her dad just told her "Soon Darling." haha.  I even asked her if she wanted to be a mum and she replied "Yes, I want to have 2 kids. A boy and a girl." A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E. haha I can't help but emphasize that time and time again. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;That was the end of my day. I pray for more EXCITING days to come. Graphic Design lessons start tomorrow. Yipeeeee! I bet I won't be able to sleep tonight. haha :D WOOT!WOOT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;    -----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE TAKE OVER, THE BREAKS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/x_Bm0ccOpf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/x_Bm0ccOpf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 59px; height: 59px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/3963231923372297248-3598933033209302802?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3598933033209302802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=3598933033209302802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3598933033209302802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/3598933033209302802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeah.html' title='YEAH.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R55WSB4khtI/AAAAAAAAACw/dXR4PgYk2vA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-4213262385271361562</id><published>2008-01-25T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:03:53.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got to finish 1 more essay. I do not plan to post it because it was full of b@#$ $*(^. That's how you please them right? XD It was also no where near perfect, soooooooo no thank you. haha. Oh God why don't I have writing skills to please even myself? :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am so nervous. I need all the luck I need. I got all my fingers crossed. @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/PvnJqqoQKP"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PvnJqqoQKP" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;" You think you've got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, you think you've got it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But got it just don't get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Till' there's nothing at all.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;(doomed for mistakes galore.) :-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 53px; height: 53px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-4213262385271361562?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4213262385271361562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=4213262385271361562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4213262385271361562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4213262385271361562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/01/lucky-who.html' title='Lucky Who?'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-8970460817846273464</id><published>2008-01-25T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:22:28.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got me the HOTTEST THING in the market.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone's got a new iPod, Mac, PSP, cellphone &amp;amp; what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I refuse to comply with the status quo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The invigorating smell of a new solving machine fresh from the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The sweet sound of unpoked buttons and the slick two way solar power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've got me a new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; CASIO fx-115 ES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qIrh4khoI/AAAAAAAAACI/Su7uHqdUXs0/s1600-h/madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qIrh4khoI/AAAAAAAAACI/Su7uHqdUXs0/s400/madness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159586604517721730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wait. Maybe that sounded a little bit exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;Okeii Fine. I'll say it. I'm just jealous. hahaha. I want an iPod sooo badd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Booboo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something that has been running through my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yogi Bear and the Jelly Stone Park. ? haha XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me a new calculator for tomorrow's big exam. I've always wanted this model because it's user friendly and solves more questions than my old-fat-hand-me-down CASIO way back in high school. A fellow 4-Borgian had one of these. I remember how a lot of us were like jealous because she could solve problems in an instant while we had to undergo 5 minutes of agony ( that spent on- computing, writing down, thinking, computing, thinking.. hmm. erase. repeat. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okei. Enough. Be Back Later for my essayss T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;My Rollercoaster- Kimya Dawson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;" what is it about you that has commandeered my brain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QlrSfS9ap8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QlrSfS9ap8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s1600-h/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qT8x4khpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VHafaMFkD0Q/s400/x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159598995498370706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &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/3963231923372297248-8970460817846273464?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8970460817846273464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=8970460817846273464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8970460817846273464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/8970460817846273464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-me-hottest-thing-in-market.html' title='I got me the HOTTEST THING in the market.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5qIrh4khoI/AAAAAAAAACI/Su7uHqdUXs0/s72-c/madness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-977406025980967148</id><published>2008-01-24T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:15:51.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>P*** @#$!%^*^!! (Phuket, Thailand)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have finally started on practice essays. This is what I can say: #*&amp;amp;$&amp;amp; #$&amp;amp;*^!*@!. All my memories of essay writing hysteria during English class are coming back to haunt me(50 times worse).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okei here's the drill: You will be given a short yet deep passage then a question. You will only be given 25 minutes to answer. It just sucks for me cause my brain activity has stopped working for some time now. It runs on Friendster comments and Photoshop juice. I should have started reviewing weeks ago- but noooo I still let the crammer in me push me to wait a little more. It's one more day before test day and I'm still stuck on my first (out of the 8 practice essays) essay. T_T  Here goes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Many persons believe that to move up the ladder of success and achievement, they must forget the past, repress it, and relinquish it. But others have just the opposite view. They see old memories as a chance to reckon with the past and integrate past and present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;—Adapted from Sara Lawrence-Lightfoot, I've Known Rivers: Lives of Loss and Liberation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do memories hinder or help people in their effort to learn from the past and succeed in the present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I believe that the past is very important because without it, I will never be the person that I am today. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I see it as something to look back on not only to remember treasured memories but to also to learn from mistakes done. They always say that experience is the best teacher. Well, we all know that going through situations first hand will make us stronger and fitter to tackle even more complicated conditions in the future. So I believe that all the best tools that I have are the lesson I have kept from mistakes that I have undergone before. I also see the past as something that will keep me grounded. It will constantly remind me of where I came from and how I got to where I am today. Also, there might be a time that I will not be in my best condition. Remembering my past will help me understand what I did wrong. From there, I shall rebuild my life and use all the knowledge that I have stored.  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT SUCKS AND IS UNFINISHED. I KNO&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;25 minutes will never do for me. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'LL HAVE AT LEAST THREE MORE TOMORROW- I HOPE. Xl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;For the record, I have covered all the math pointers in two days thanks to http://library.thinkquest.org and http://www.sparknotes.com. :D The lessons covered were from freshmen year to only like 1/4 of my senior year. I guess they say that math back in my school was way advanced than what they require here. Thank God for that. I love math. It feels so good when you get the right answer after 15 minutes of uninterrupted solving and 3 pages of scratch. haha Today I rate my progress to a 8/10. Today I have accomplished studying math, writing an essay(1/6), exercising (30 min of cardio dance huh! XD) and controlling myself from visiting my friendster &amp;amp; myspace(something I never miss going to every chance I have with the net- for that I give myself a GOLD star :D). Buuuut, wasn't able to control myself from missing multiply and youtube. I'm hooked. I've got a new interest- indie film making. It's so addicting. I'll make one soon. hahaha I have all the free time in the world. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I go to sleep now. Gotta watch out for those dark under eyes @_@.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;TTFN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="chapt_body_italic"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MATH"&gt;2&lt;i&gt;x&lt;/i&gt; + &lt;i&gt;y&lt;/i&gt; + 3&lt;i&gt;z&lt;/i&gt; = 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="chapt_body_italic"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MATH"&gt;-3&lt;i&gt;x&lt;/i&gt; - 2&lt;i&gt;y&lt;/i&gt; + 7&lt;i&gt;z&lt;/i&gt; = 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="chapt_body_italic"&gt;&lt;span class="MATH"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; + 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; - 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; = 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="chapt_body_italic"&gt;&lt;span class="MATH"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never got the right solution. Arg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-977406025980967148?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/977406025980967148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=977406025980967148' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/977406025980967148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/977406025980967148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/01/p-phuket-thailand.html' title='P*** @#$!%^*^!! (Phuket, Thailand)'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-5108451468020108995</id><published>2008-01-23T04:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T05:01:42.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nocturnal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anyone Else But You'/><title type='text'>4:10 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't even get why I'm wide awake. Is there like rehab for the nocturnal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/juno-poster2-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 376px;" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/juno-poster2-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Watched Juno at 3am. It was zero cool. It would be worth every ounce of extra strength I need to wake up by 8am tomorrow (which by the way I don't even think I'll have but maybe pretend to have to avoid the "don't sleep your life away" talks..) It was about an unplanned pregnancy of a 16-yr old Juno by her geek or should I say intellectual best friend and or boyfriend. They were like in love and stuff but didn't really know how to say it. I won't spoil it for you because you just have to experience it for yourself. I swear you'll love her. The script was just so random. You'll be laughing and you won't even know why. I hope I'll be as sure as her someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/NJq9cIyBjs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/NJq9cIyBjs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We sure are cute for two ugly people. I don't see what anyone can see, in any one else but you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously. Ooh. I see sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-5108451468020108995?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5108451468020108995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=5108451468020108995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5108451468020108995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/5108451468020108995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/01/410-am_23.html' title='4:10 am'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-52759368240852109</id><published>2008-01-22T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:49:58.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Tree Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BTW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Voegele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Federline'/><title type='text'>My Shattered Belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm literally saying that out loud. OH MY. OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't get over it. I can't get over it. I can't get over it. I can't get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been watching ONETREEHILL season5 and it's great like it has always been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Scott's really got it going.  Rarr. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5b-NR4khfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1rBKZOzo_2c/s1600-h/scoott.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5b-NR4khfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1rBKZOzo_2c/s400/scoott.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158589927291913714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But they are not the reason why I'm totally bowled over tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the thing, while searching the net for photos from tonight's episode, I came across something I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; totally did not expect. While browsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; sites fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;om my Google search, I read that Kevin Federline aka Mr. Spears would be a guest in the show. I was like "Eeek." I really don't like him. I even totally agree to the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; that he is a huge factor as to why Britney is going mental. Anyway, going back to the subject, I went to cwtv.com because I wasn't getting what I was looking for from other websites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I hit &gt;&gt;&gt;photos&gt;&gt;OTH&gt;&gt;1&gt;&gt;2&gt;&gt;3.. I could not believe my eyes. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;In the show, his name is Jason and he plays the front man of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;the band who signs up with Peyton. He is this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;istic, self centered musician who wouldn't listen to any of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; Peyton's suggestions. He was all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cwtv.com/images/photo-gallery/one-tree-hill/004997802ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 258px;" src="http://cwtv.com/images/photo-gallery/one-tree-hill/004997802ab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; diva/ rock star about how he does his music his own way. A jerk in short.  I didn't really recognize him to be anyone already famous or shall I say infamous. I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; thought that he was just another extra. Then I SAW THIS with the captions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Pictured Kevin Federline as Jason in ONE TREE HILL" &lt;/span&gt;Then I was like "OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY.OH MY." I just couldn't believe it. Two whole episodes and it never hit me. Well, now I know and so do you. Weird right? Or was it just me? I just couldn't believe it. But I guess he performed well to be unrecognizable like that; or maybe because he lost the cap, and the baggy clothes, and the bling. But really, he was convincing- I've got to give him that. Though I don't like him still. On the bright side, I'm glad to know that I've watched OTH episodes without knowing it was him because I could have been bitter all the while his face was on screen(that could have ruined my happy hour). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Plus, I didn't go loathe some guy who doesn't even give a sh** what I think of him anyway. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;SPOILER ALERT-- YEY. No more KFED. He got Fired &amp;amp; Peyton signs up Mia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; (Kate Voegele in real life) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;the pianist of the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've learned another thing just now too. BTW means By The Way pala. HAHAHA I know I'm such a loser for thinking that BTW stood for BITAW. All this time, everytime I come across BTW on comment boxes I would think "OOh coool, Pinoy." My shattered belief. Google Search really has answers for every thing I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today was fine. I'd rate myself  a 6/10 for being a little progressive. Things didn't go as planned,but I did study. I studied ALGEBRA. Oh the horror of negative exponents. What the hell. I don't remember them and they just are so dang confusing. But I still love ratios and proportions though. Ms. Anper hello. I miss you. haha I've got to say no matter how strict you were, I remembered things you taught me. Bitaw. haha. But sleeping is really a big problem for me. My original pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ns were to wake up by 8 and sleep by 11- I woke up by 10 and now it's half past 11 and I'm still here typing, deleting and typing. One tree hill man gud baaa. ::) Anyway, I really got to go to sleep now. Till then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cwtv.com/images/photo-gallery/one-tree-hill/00499660c00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 242px;" src="http://cwtv.com/images/photo-gallery/one-tree-hill/00499660c00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE IS GREAT MUSIC FROM OTH. ENJOY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;KATE VOEGELE- KINDLY UNSPOKEN&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I won’t let melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Play me for a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Oh, no I’m on my way somewhere new..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/y03SXmWCsl"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/y03SXmWCsl" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3963231923372297248-52759368240852109?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/52759368240852109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=52759368240852109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/52759368240852109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/52759368240852109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-shattered-belief_22.html' title='My Shattered Belief'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5b-NR4khfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1rBKZOzo_2c/s72-c/scoott.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963231923372297248.post-4835142187682542010</id><published>2008-01-21T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:07:26.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horray for the Rabbits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am now venturing into the world of blogging. I am not a raconteur so this wont be the best place to expect the best. What induced me to start blogging is primarily to have a proper place to keep timed essays (25min. to be precise) that I MUST write for practice for the upcoming SAT’s this Saturday. I have been missing in action from composing subject-required papers for almost a year now because of me having to move. Thus, I now own a rusty vocabulary and I am at snail-speed at sentence construction. I liked writing essays but I was never the first one to finish in class- ever. I am indecisive a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nd I can never go on if I am unsatisfied with what I just wrote. It took me a week to finish my 1000 word college entrance essay because the words I come up with were more often than not removed by the dreaded delete button. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, here I am, desperately trying to make up for lost time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have four days to cultivate the writer in me, which I doubt but prefer to think none the less. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I believe that four days is better than none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aside from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;former, I’m starting this site to fulfill my ever desire to own a blog site that I would actually update and keep. Something I have already tried 6 times- yet I failed because of lack of time and forgetting passwords. Yes I have had 6 blog sites in a span of 3 years-all of which are filled with at most 3 posts then left to rot in cyberspace forever. I’ll post some of my words from way back someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At first I decided to stick to my multipl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;y account so as to not go through another backbreaking sign-up process, but because we went on another road trip for the weekend it was just today that I had the time to go online. But over the course of the two-day break for my computer, I discovered something that changed my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday, while I was sitting at th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e back of our car wistfully contemplating on my thoughts , the subject about my ceaseless use of the internet has yet again become the topic of my parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have already told me ever so often to not make it a hobby. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I tried, with all my will, I tried-but all those comments and photos and profiles and videos and celebrity gossip and art and things I just couldn’t resist keep m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e hooked. But I couldn’t tell them that; no matter how fun and open minded my mom and dad are they still ARE parents. They know that it’s not the healthiest leisure pursuit and I believe that. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s just- oh I b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;et the world you already know what I’m talking about. So here is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mama: Oh dinnaaa. Online na man pud lagi ka ALL DAY yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dinna: Ma, dili man noo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mama: Dinnaa. I’m your mom. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dinna: guilty &amp;amp; thinki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ng-I’m always on stealth mode on YM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                        How does she know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dinna: Huh? Unsa??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mama: Sa multiply nimo noh, hala kung naay comments, reply dayun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div  style="border-style: none none solid; padding: 0in 0in 3pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dinna: -________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was like- what? She checks my multiply acc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ount? She goes all the way there?? I was so busted but she didn’t scold me. Oh I admire her patience. She just warned me once again that her relentless memos are for my own good. I wasn’t furious either because I knew I never really posted anything there that was too personal but it was freaky because what if I did! So that is my reason why this blog won't be read on my multiply.  It is not safe. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That’s rounding up my very first post ever. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Introducing why I’m here&lt;span style=""&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I went through all that singing up and I’m starting to make my layouts. I’ll change it soon hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yey! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like layouts. They’re purttyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well , wish me luck on my quest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Till then, have a good one . ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5WS6IJTT-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iv9F3_csHRg/s1600-h/blog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5WS6IJTT-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iv9F3_csHRg/s400/blog.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158190475539337186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps. It took me an hour and a half to finish this. Boo. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963231923372297248-4835142187682542010?l=thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/feeds/4835142187682542010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963231923372297248&amp;postID=4835142187682542010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4835142187682542010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963231923372297248/posts/default/4835142187682542010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedetailsonmyshoebox.blogspot.com/2008/01/horray-for-rabbits.html' title='Horray for the Rabbits.'/><author><name>dinnseetoop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801844329814787944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-250.friendster.com/e1/photos/05/20/5150250/1_171514132m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XKkmzZCm9xY/R5WS6IJTT-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iv9F3_csHRg/s72-c/blog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
