<?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-1114471200129653748</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:27:17.539+08:00</updated><category term='Olympics 2008'/><category term='Little Miss Nurse'/><category term='adam lambert'/><category term='Gigs'/><category term='ChinkyAnaBananaLove'/><category term='Michael Phelps'/><category term='NCLEX'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>GOIN' BANANAS!</title><subtitle type='html'>It's truly one of a kind, like star shine beyond night time, are you there?
My eyes stare to find, just what's behind this blind notion of mine, is it genuine?
Cause sometimes, it plays tricks with my mind, some call it asinine. But it's like love or hate, now is that real or fake?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-1683375738861783288</id><published>2009-08-08T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:18:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So College!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken this fragile thing now&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I've thrown my words all around&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so broken up (so broken up)&lt;br /&gt;And I give up (I give up)&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my mistakes, let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't hold on for too long&lt;br /&gt;Ran my whole life in the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something's breaking up (breaking up)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up (like giving up)&lt;br /&gt;I won't walk out until you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go so dishonestly&lt;br /&gt;Leave a note for you my only one&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can see right through me&lt;br /&gt;So let me go and you will find someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, but there's just no one, no one like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;Hoobastank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-1683375738861783288?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1683375738861783288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=1683375738861783288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/1683375738861783288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/1683375738861783288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/010905.html' title='Oh So College!'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-8513859131864601131</id><published>2009-08-08T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:57:56.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, my good friend Jen and I got the chance to talk on YM after a couple of months of only talking through our &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; walls.  We talked about a lot of stuff, maybe that's what you get as an advantage of not being able to talk for a long period of time. The stories are kept so you have a bunch to share to each other. We met 3 years ago through MySpace. We were connected through this guy in a band which we both liked (not the guy though, but the band. haha!) So fast forward, we got into talking and even if we still haven't seen each other, she was so inviting and nice. But she went to Dubai and we got the chance to spend time with each other with other friends before she left. Now, even if she's just miles away, our friendship is still intact and she's the same person that I met before. She has a steady boyfriend now though, btw, me too! Hahaha! I love her. I love Jen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking about life, she shared to me this song that she overheard while I was blabbing about some of the recent happenings in my life. Lemme share the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Day Late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So let me get this straight&lt;br /&gt;Say now you loved me all along&lt;br /&gt;What made you hesitate&lt;br /&gt;to tell me with words what you really feel?&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you mean all of what you say&lt;br /&gt;I remember so along ago, see I felt that same way&lt;br /&gt;Now we both have separate lives and lovers (and lovers)&lt;br /&gt;Insignificantly enough&lt;br /&gt;we both have significant others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;Time will turn and tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Could have been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;we are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what we know now&lt;br /&gt;Could have been more but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thoughts they change&lt;br /&gt;and times they rearrange&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are anymore&lt;br /&gt;Loves come and go and this I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who you recall anymore&lt;br /&gt;But I must confess&lt;br /&gt;you're so much more than I remember&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but entertain&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts, thoughts of us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Could have been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what we know now&lt;br /&gt;Could have been more but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day late friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me get this straight&lt;br /&gt;All these years&lt;br /&gt;and you were no where to be found&lt;br /&gt;And now you want me for your own&lt;br /&gt;But you're a day late&lt;br /&gt;and my love, she's still renowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Could have been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what we know now&lt;br /&gt;Could have been more but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Could have been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what we know now&lt;br /&gt;Could have been more but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;We are who, we are who we were when (fade out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! Bottom line? Maybe its better to just shut up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-8513859131864601131?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8513859131864601131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=8513859131864601131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/8513859131864601131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/8513859131864601131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-late.html' title='A Day Late'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-5939788976294583258</id><published>2009-08-08T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:03:24.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Johari Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=anabananarama"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=anabananarama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER, ANSWER, mi friends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=anabananarama"&gt;Mine.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-5939788976294583258?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5939788976294583258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=5939788976294583258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/5939788976294583258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/5939788976294583258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-johari-window.html' title='My Johari Window'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-4064665014407126441</id><published>2009-08-07T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:19:32.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Archipelago of Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don't&lt;br /&gt;grow on trees, like in the old days. So where&lt;br /&gt;does one find love? When you're sixteen it's easy,&lt;br /&gt;like being unleashed with a credit card&lt;br /&gt;in a department store &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-archipelago-of-kisses/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 14px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 14px; position: static; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of kisses. There's the first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;The sloppy kiss. The peck.&lt;br /&gt;The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be doing this kiss. The but your lips&lt;br /&gt;taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.&lt;br /&gt;The I wish you'd&lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-archipelago-of-kisses/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 14px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400; font-size: 14px; position: static; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quit smoking kiss.&lt;br /&gt;The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad&lt;br /&gt;sometimes kiss. The I know&lt;br /&gt;your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get&lt;br /&gt;older, kisses become scarce. You'll be driving&lt;br /&gt;home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road,&lt;br /&gt;with its purple thumb out. If you&lt;br /&gt;were younger, you'd pull over, slide open the mouth's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;red door just to see how it fits. Oh where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Now what? Don't invite the kiss over&lt;br /&gt;and answer the door in your underwear. It'll get suspicious&lt;br /&gt;and stare at your toes. Don't water the kiss with whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,&lt;br /&gt;but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of&lt;br /&gt;your body without saying good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left&lt;br /&gt;on the inside of your mouth. You must&lt;br /&gt;nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it&lt;br /&gt;illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest&lt;br /&gt;and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a&lt;br /&gt;special beach. Place it on the tongue's pillow,&lt;br /&gt;then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath&lt;br /&gt;a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.&lt;br /&gt;But one kiss levitates above all the others. The&lt;br /&gt;intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.&lt;br /&gt;The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,&lt;br /&gt;like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey McDaniel                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-archipelago-of-kisses/"&gt;*Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-4064665014407126441?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4064665014407126441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=4064665014407126441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/4064665014407126441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/4064665014407126441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/archipelago-of-kisses.html' title='The Archipelago of Kisses'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-4678682349622617048</id><published>2009-08-07T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:12:44.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-4678682349622617048?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4678682349622617048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=4678682349622617048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/4678682349622617048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/4678682349622617048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-ii.html' title='Love II'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-220710370041257134</id><published>2009-08-07T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:27:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the last kiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0103785/"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It means nothing. It still doesn't mean anything. What you feel only matters to you. It's what you do to the people you say you love, that's what matters. It's the only thing that counts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-220710370041257134?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/220710370041257134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=220710370041257134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/220710370041257134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/220710370041257134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-3065313169306678064</id><published>2009-08-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:00:33.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Shortcake: How to Love a Woman (and All You Will Ever Need To Know)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;From page 100 of Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Wood"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“… So I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I was still in elementary school at that time — fifth or sixth grade — but I made up my mind once and for all.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    “Wow,” I said. “And did your search pay off?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “That’s the hard part,” said Midori. She watched the rising smoke for a while, thinking. “I guess I’ve been waiting so long I’m looking for perfection. That makes it tough.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    “Waiting for the perfect love?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    “No, even I know better than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I’m looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortcake. And you stop everything you’re doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortcake out to me. And I say I don’t want it anymore and throw it out the window. That’s what I’m looking for.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    “I’m not sure that has anything to do with love,” I said with some amazement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “It does,” she said. “You just don’t know it. There are times in a girl’s life when things like that are incredibly important.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    “Things like throwing strawberry shortcake out the window?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Exactly. And when I do it, I want the man to apologize to me. ‘Now I see, Midori. What a fool I’ve been! I should have known that you would lose your desire for strawberry shortcake. I have all the intelligence and sensitivity of a piece of donkey shit. To make it up to you, I’ll go out and buy you something else. What would you like? Chocolate mousse? Cheesecake?’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    “So then what.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    “So then I’d give him all the love he deserves for what he’s done.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-3065313169306678064?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3065313169306678064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=3065313169306678064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/3065313169306678064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/3065313169306678064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/strawberry-shortcake-how-to-love-woman.html' title='Strawberry Shortcake: How to Love a Woman (and All You Will Ever Need To Know)'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-6741613825139144904</id><published>2009-05-28T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:25:33.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this Doctor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Let me share this email that I got the other day from my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1358343107"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;      &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;1.Q: Doctor, I’ve heard that &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243523311_1"&gt;cardiovascular exercise&lt;/span&gt; can prolong   life. Is this true?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A: Your   heart is only good for so many beats, and that’s it…don’t   waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your   heart will not make you live longer; that’s like saying you can extend   the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;2.Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243523311_2"&gt;fruits and vegetables&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A: You must   grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what   are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism   of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is   also a good source of field grass (green &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243523311_3"&gt;leafy vegetable&lt;/span&gt;). And a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243523311_4"&gt;pork chop&lt;/span&gt;   can give you 100% of your recommended &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243523311_5"&gt;daily allowance&lt;/span&gt; of vegetable products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;3.Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A: No, not at   all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take   the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that   way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;4..Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A: Well, if   you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two   bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;5.Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular   exercise program?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A:   Can’t think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No   Pain…Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;6.Q: Aren’t fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A:   YOU’RE NOT LISTENING!!!…Foods are fried these days in &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243523311_6"&gt;vegetable   oil&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, they’re permeated in it. How could getting more   vegetables be bad for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;7.Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the   middle?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A:   Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only   be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;8.Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A: Are you   crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It’s the best feel-good   food around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;9.Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;10.Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A: Hey! ‘Round’ is a shape! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions   you may have had about food and diets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;And remember:&lt;br /&gt; ‘Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of   arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid   in sideways – &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243523311_7"&gt;Chardonnay&lt;/span&gt; in one hand – chocolate in the other   – body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming ‘WOO   HOO, What a Ride’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;AND…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;For those of you who watch what you eat,   here’s the final word on nutrition and health. It’s a relief to   know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;1. The Japanese eat very little fat&lt;br /&gt; and suffer fewer &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243523311_8"&gt;heart attacks&lt;/span&gt; than Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat&lt;br /&gt; and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;3. The Chinese drink very little red   wine&lt;br /&gt; and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine&lt;br /&gt; and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;5. &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243523311_9"&gt;The Germans&lt;/span&gt; drink a lot of beers and   eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;Eat and drink what you like.&lt;br /&gt; Speaking English is apparently what kills you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-6741613825139144904?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6741613825139144904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=6741613825139144904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/6741613825139144904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/6741613825139144904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-this-doctor.html' title='I love this Doctor!'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-5941056179587235755</id><published>2009-05-27T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:11:45.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One That Got Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Today at 12:58pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Source: The Manila Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; By: Mark J. Macapagal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; In your life, you'll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you're with and the one that got away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Who is the one that got away? I guess it's that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn't fall the right way, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I believe in the fact that ending with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; How often have you gone through it without realizing it? When you're not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn't matter who you're with, it just doesn't work. Small problems become big; inconsequentials become deal breakers simply because you're not ready and it shows. It's not that you and the person you're with are no good; it's just that it's not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Then one day you're ready. You really are. And when this happens you'll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it'll work because you're ready. It'll work because it's the right time and you'll make it work. And it'll make sense, it really will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; So that day comes when you're finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you've become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there's no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you're single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; All you know is that you've changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; You'll think about them because you'll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You'll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?" That's what the one that got away is. The biggest "What if?" you'll have in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; If you're married, you'll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you're mature enough to realize that you're already with the one you're with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you'll think about him/her every so often, but it's alright. It's never nice to live with a "might have been," but it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Maybe the one that got away is the one who's already married. In which case it's the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you're old and gray and reminiscing. But if neither of that is the case, then it's different. What do you do if it's not yet too late? Simple find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "the one that got away" means that you'll always wonder, what if you got this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn't matter if you've dropped in from out of nowhere. You'd be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won't make a difference. If the timing is finally right, it'll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I'm thinking, it would be a great feeling, in the end, to be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you're the one that almost got away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-5941056179587235755?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5941056179587235755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=5941056179587235755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/5941056179587235755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/5941056179587235755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-that-got-away.html' title='The One That Got Away'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-301665114969427426</id><published>2009-05-05T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:04:29.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello May!</title><content type='html'>It's already May 2009, and I'm still a freakin' housebum. WTF. What's happening to me? No calls from the hospitals that I applied. No nothing! I'm losing hope. Really. You wouldn't want to live the life that I have right now. Boring, penniless, career is going nowhere. I bet my cholesterol levels are already rising and clots are already forming in my bloodvessels. I want to work. I don't want to stare in front of my monitor for 12 f*cking hours anymore. I hate everything that's happening in my whole life now. I hate it.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-301665114969427426?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/301665114969427426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=301665114969427426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/301665114969427426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/301665114969427426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-may.html' title='Hello May!'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-7930741265647017547</id><published>2009-04-30T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:56:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time to get MORE serious in blogging. I haven't blogged for months now even if I am not doing anything in my life! Ideas come and go inside my head. I wanna do this, I wanna do that. But I am not being productive and all are just blahs.  Maybe I need to do more action rather than talk. So starting today, *crossed fingers*, I will blog more. Like every other day? Or even everyday. I've said it before and I'll say it again: We'll see!!! Lol. I hope I can do this!&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/1114471200129653748-7930741265647017547?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7930741265647017547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=7930741265647017547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/7930741265647017547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/7930741265647017547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/idea.html' title='Idea'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-1857702613178063346</id><published>2009-04-30T17:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:38:21.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam lambert'/><title type='text'>Why America?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I woke up this morning, American Idol was the first idea that popped in my head. Why? Because today is the results day for the show. I always wanted to be one of the firsts to know the results and who got axed out of AI. Okay, I always knew it was Matt Giraud's time to go. But WHAT THE FCUKIN FCUK? ADAM LAMBERT landed in the bottom 3? Or should I say, bottom 2??? That is just plain ridiculous! I've always considered him to be the front-runner of the this year's season. I just hope that it doesn't get into his head this early. Okay, lemme summarize and describe the video that I watched in the American Idol &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. I knew that it was very unfair and uncomfortable for Adam Lambert to get to choose which side he belongs with. Hello? Why did you do that to our super nice Adam? On the show, Matt and Kris were on the left side while Allison and Danny were on the other side. Adam was the only contestant left and Ryan gave him the most uncomfortable chance to choose in which group he thinks he belongs to. Adam chose Danny's and Allison's. Then Ryan brought him to the other side. I saw the disappointment on Adam's face as he raised his left eyebrow and he was looking down. I felt his pain. I felt like crying. OMG. Bottom 3? WTH?! Then Kris was announced SAFE by Ryan. Matt and Adam were left at the center. Of course, Matt Giraud got booted out. And I saw the relief in Adam's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this show is really really scripted. Maybe they did that on purpose, because they don't want the people to think that Adam is already the winner so that the people will not lose the interest to watch the show. Adam's performances are really superb. He is one talented person. One heck of a performer and entertainer, not to mention his awesome voice and vocal range. He totally gives me the only enough reason on why to watch this year's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hunch would be, maybe america got so complacent of the fact that lots of people will vote for Adam, so most of those voters did not vote that much anymore. Well, we'll never know. I loved Adam's Rat Pack performance. His voice just makes me go gaga and the performance made my jaw drop. Not to mention the totally hot entrance. *claps* He can sing ANYTHING, y'know. Give him your phone book and I bet he could sing it. La la la love him! He's the man I want next to Shia! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's theme is ROCK theme! Hell yeah! Adam will definitely rock America for sure! Adam will surely not land on the bottom 3! LET'S CROSS OUR FINGERS Y'ALL! I really hope he wins this even if he already landed at the bottom 3. He deserves to win. He's the only Idol remaining that is somewhat interesting and new. Okay, not somewhat. But he's the only interesting, unique and definitely on the league of his own contestant remaining. I hope that you agree with me. The others are just so boring. Well, I also like Allison. I think she's funny.&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/1114471200129653748-1857702613178063346?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1857702613178063346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=1857702613178063346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/1857702613178063346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/1857702613178063346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-america.html' title='Why America?'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-1120710912229661128</id><published>2009-04-30T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:55:49.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam lambert'/><title type='text'>Adam Adam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/Sflq_rSPafI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XD6271sg610/s1600-h/3115_73937994023_528584023_1658460_8296673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/Sflq_rSPafI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XD6271sg610/s400/3115_73937994023_528584023_1658460_8296673_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330409276153227762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOOOOVE ADAM LAMBERT! HE IS ABSOLUTELY MY NEXT AMERICAN IDOL!!! &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1114471200129653748-1120710912229661128?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1120710912229661128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=1120710912229661128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/1120710912229661128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/1120710912229661128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-loooove-adam-lambert-he-is-absolutely.html' title='Adam Adam!'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/Sflq_rSPafI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XD6271sg610/s72-c/3115_73937994023_528584023_1658460_8296673_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-6866362812822853508</id><published>2009-02-06T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:11:08.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;25. My current addiction right now is Gossip Girl and I am so into Serena and Dan's wavy relationship.  I even found out that they are a couple off-screen! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I can tie a cherry stem into a knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Lewis Alfred Tenorio is my favorite PBA player and has been my crush since his ADMU days. I was in 2nd year college way back then when I started liking him LOL. I even have a picture with him! omg. &lt;333 Until now, I still would love to meet him! While my favorite NBA players are Chris Paul and Lebron James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I've been a bum for more than 2 years now. I'm currently looking for a hospital job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Nursing is not my first choice. If my mother did not push me to take up Nursing, I would have taken up either Communication Arts or Accountancy. I am one of the few who loves Math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. People person. That's me. To those whom I haven't met yet nor doesn't know me yet, I am very talkative and I do have a lot of stories/stuffs to tell. I am never quiet but Im sure that when it comes to secrets, you can always trust me. But I just learned that I/you should not be too friendly coz you dunno who are those who remain true to you. *wink* People's first impression of me is Mataray, well mebbe its because of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I used to be a die-hard fan of the Moffatts. I think I watched their concert here twice or thrice and even had my CD (Submodalities album) autographed by them. Too bad I wasn't able to meet them. My favorite moffatt was Clint btw. Hehehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When I was little, I want to be a cashier in a Department Store. I dunno, I love it when they use the cash register and type the prices of the stuff you buy. Well my other childhood ambitions were to be a Doctor, Lawyer and a Business Woman. Lakas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Addicted. I am an internet addict. I can stay in front of the laptop the whole day. Just surfing and photoshopping. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who doesn't love chocolates? I sooo love them. But my favorite would be Reese's peanut butter cups, Hershey's kisses, Barnone (is it still available?), Butterfinger, Toblerone and Hershey's Cookies and Cream! Lol that's too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Honestly, I am a very straight-forward and a really nice person. I don't have enemies (as far as I am concerned, lol) and I would never want to have one. I am definitely one of the nicest and sincerest persons you'll ever know. Just don't go bitchin' me up or do something really annoying and so unfriendly that's way too obvious coz I won't back down on you. I hate liars, backstabbers and the plastics. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Another thing about me is that I have this very weird allergy. That whenever I get shocked or whenever I sneeze, my face and upper body becomes itchy then the red spots would appear. HALP! Im a nurse but I dunno what kind of allergy is that! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Okra and Talong. I don't eat them. But I can eat anything else, wait, as long as its not too spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. One of the boys! I'm comfortable being around with men coz I am one of them. Lol. Seriously, I just know how to get along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I miss going to gigs and drink with my friends there. Too bad I have no work so no money. In short, bankrupt. And Im committed nao :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Another thing that I miss is going to school and I regret not doing the best that I can. So to the students out there who might be reading this, study well coz you only live once so go get the best grades you can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love to be loved and be pampered by my boyfriend. Hihihihi. I love it when we go out of town, when we eat as if there's no tomorrow and when we just watch television shows and argue about them. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The last time I went to Boracay was before going to college! So that would be in the year 2001! Oh my, that is so ancient. And so this summer, pretty please, I wanna go to Bora. If not summer, well this year. PUHLEEEZE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sometimes when Im all alone, I ask myself what is God's plan for me. Look, I am a bum, no money, no work, I am getting fat, im a failure, the number of nurses in the Philippines is growing and growing and growing. So, I ask, What is God's plan for me? Then at some point, I've thought of ending my life. Well, I just think about it, I have no guts to do it. LOL. I even have a suicide plan, i will intoxicate my liver and stomach with Aspirin. hahahahaha! Suicidal! Until now, I still ask myself that question :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to wear braces, I wore it for 4 years. I used to be a part of our cheerleading team in college, so I used to be not THIS fat. And I miss my long curly brown hair. :( I just had a haircut and Im thinking of getting a perm again as soon as I have the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Edward gave me an Ipod Touch! Woooohoooooo! :D I am so into music, it feeds my soul. I am into electronica, old school rock, electro-rock, trip-hop, slowjamz, rap-rock, etc and the music of Chino Moreno. Basta, kahit ano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Downright simple. I am a very simple person though sometimes complicated, but I am a girl, right? I am rugged and cowboy, place me anywhere, I will not complain. I am not maarte although I look like it. lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I believe in GOODVIBES. Got it? :) Happy happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ana LaBeouf. LOL! Shia LaBeouf is my humongous hugest crush! Ahaha. I have lots of crushes, but all of them are celebrities! (coz BF is a seloso, LOL, love :p hihi) I like Gerald Anderson more than Jake Cuenca now. I effin want to see John Lloyd Cruz in person! Haven't seen him yet. Others are Nate Barcalow of Finch, gawd, his MTv of Letters to you is the bomb! I also like Jason and Michael Castro, hmmmn different styles but awesome set of eyes. Penn Badgley of Gossip Girl, what a cutie, and his voice.. his voice!!! Haha :D Well, if I write them all here you'll all get tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a lazy person. Very. Lol. I am a coward most of the time. I believe that I still have a lot to learn. And can summady please share me some of his/her guts (hindi lamang loob ha?)? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-6866362812822853508?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6866362812822853508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=6866362812822853508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/6866362812822853508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/6866362812822853508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-3879638876660598264</id><published>2008-10-19T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:37:52.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long while since I last posted something here. Like 2 months? Yah. I'm someone you can call "sa umpisa lang magaling" Hahaha. I forgot what to call it. Okay then, where do I start?  I took my NCLEX last Sept.23, I got sick days after it, Ed and I almost broke up, bummed around again, then I failed my NCLEX. Yes. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-3879638876660598264?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3879638876660598264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=3879638876660598264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/3879638876660598264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/3879638876660598264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-2237785107565805766</id><published>2008-08-24T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:12:30.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim's Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, Kim is saying byebye to the Philippines on Sept12'08.  But before that we'll be celebrating her despedida tonight at their place.  Another close friend of mine will be leaving again, its sad I know but it'll be another experience for her since she's already a US-RN.  I'm really happy for her.  That leaves us 6 in our Barx left in the Philippines.  Me, Reese, Rie, Leah, Hannah and Anne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim has been one of the ever nicest consistent people I've ever met in my entire life and I'm so glad to have her as my kabarkada.  We share the same taste in music, she's very approachable and hip.  One word - MABAIT.  Brains and Beauty.  I wonder who's next to leave? I guess that would be Therese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ed and I will be brining Crispy Pata later as our potluck food.  WASALAKAN nanaman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-2237785107565805766?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2237785107565805766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=2237785107565805766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/2237785107565805766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/2237785107565805766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/kims-despedida.html' title='Kim&apos;s Despedida'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-3690279839905491378</id><published>2008-08-20T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:58:34.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts &lt;3</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend gave me chocolates (Cadbury Dairy milk with Crunchie - Honeycomb pieces) and a set of make-up from his mom (Lip gloss by Revlon, Mascara from Estee Lauder, Lipstick (Raspberry Pop) by Estee Lauder and a small perfume (Ralph Lauren Blue). Sweet! And that's not all - he also gave me a box of oatmeal for my Dad and a box of Oreo! Weeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my pasalubong from milove Jen through Ros, a bottle of Elizabeth Arden's Green Tea! Looooove it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel loved this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-3690279839905491378?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3690279839905491378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=3690279839905491378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/3690279839905491378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/3690279839905491378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/gifts-3.html' title='Gifts &lt;3'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-8181235326414777774</id><published>2008-08-20T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:53:12.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Done lots of stuff last weekend up until Tuesday. After the hosting stint that turned out to be a disaster. Well, kind of a disaster because I really dunno what to do! hahaha :D I really don't feel like blogging today. I'm kinda excited with my new set of pictures to edit after the long weekend that I had.  Gig, Reese's house and the swimming in QC with Ed's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (Aug. 16 - a month to go before my 24th Bday!):  A'ls Bar, Silipan Rinigan Gig - Reese's House - Sleepover&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (Aug. 17): Still at Reese's House - Festival Mall with Leah and Rona - My House&lt;br /&gt;Monday (Aug. 18): Review (Wendy's Buendia) - Swimming!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (Aug. 19): Back at home around 8pm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Wednesday, no review because of the rain. I hope our review will finish soon because my review with Gapuz will be starting on Sept. 2 already. And i need to finish the review with the group soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-8181235326414777774?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8181235326414777774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=8181235326414777774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/8181235326414777774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/8181235326414777774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-1972327883809801482</id><published>2008-08-14T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:32:44.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coz i missed it..</title><content type='html'>...I'm filling up a survey again which I got from Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;Did you have any unread text messages this morning when you woke up?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;• Yup. I think i had 9 unread messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;Whats your relationship with the person you last texted?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;• He's my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;What are your plans for today?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;• Now? To sleep.  Its 1120pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;Where was your default taken?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;• Default pic where? Hmmmn okay here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;Friendster:  El Nido, Palawan (2nd account) and Los Banos (1st account)&lt;br /&gt;Multiply: from a debut&lt;br /&gt;Plurk: Saguijo&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot: Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;Are you in a relationship, single, complicated, married, or engaged?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;• In a Relationship :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;Do you wish someone would call you right now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;• Nah. I just finished talking to Ed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;Do you find piercings attractive on the opposite sex?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;• Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;What song are you currently listening to?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;• Dancing Queen - Abba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;Name something you dislike about the day you're having?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;• Procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;Do you miss someone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;• Uhuh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;If you could go to any place right now where would you go?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;• Edward's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;If you are being extremely quiet what does that mean?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;• Super badtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;What is the weather like today?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;• So so. It was hot the whole day then it rained late in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;Do you have anything to complain about?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;• My Nclex schedule.  I think I will resked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;Do you have curly hair?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;• Nah. Its wavy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;What are you doing tonight?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;• Nothing really. The review finished around 730, I just ate dinner, talked to Ed and blogged a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;• Yeah and I miss her. She's having a baby girl in 2 months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next few months?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;• Passing the Nclex. That's my topmost priority. 2nd, work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;If someone looked ON your bed, what would they find?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;• Pillows, comforter, laptop and a bunch of abubots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;• Don't mess with the Zohan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;Will you be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln41"&gt;• I am in a relationship and will still be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;Does the last person you held hands with mean anything to you??&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;• Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln44"&gt;Do you want to get married?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;• YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;What were you doing at 1am this morning?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;• Surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;Do you like to read?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;• No. And that's my big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;If alcohol were banned, what would your reaction be?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;• *not in the mood to answer* HAHAHA&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/1114471200129653748-1972327883809801482?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1972327883809801482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=1972327883809801482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/1972327883809801482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/1972327883809801482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/coz-i-missed-it.html' title='Coz i missed it..'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-8725060004577049629</id><published>2008-08-13T15:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:57:34.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Phelps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics 2008'/><title type='text'>Fastest man alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x265/Beave483/MichaelPhelpsPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x265/Beave483/MichaelPhelpsPicture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING FOR ME BOY? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/jessicakesfor81/Mphelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/jessicakesfor81/Mphelps.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;MICHAEL PHELPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohooooo! Marry me now puhleeeze. LOL! A swimmer's body is to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080813/ap_on_sp_ol/oly_swm_swimming;_ylt=Asqls2bfD03z2mEs9Fk9lTms0NUE"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080813/ap_on_sp_ol/oly_swm_swimming;_ylt=Asqls2bfD03z2mEs9Fk9lTms0NUE"&gt;Phelps wins 10th, 11th golds of Olympic careeer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;(as of Aug, 13, 2008. Article from Yahoo News)&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/1114471200129653748-8725060004577049629?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8725060004577049629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=8725060004577049629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/8725060004577049629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/8725060004577049629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/fastest-man-alive.html' title='Fastest man alive'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-6456575597231792025</id><published>2008-08-13T07:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:58:09.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCLEX'/><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The maid woke me up early, Ms. Cynthia (GSN the agency) called up around 6:30 in the fucking morning.  They haven't scheduled my NCLEX yet and they called this morning to schedule it.  Darn.  Ate Swanie, my co-reviewee in our group study was already scheduled on the 11th of September. Good for her.  We were just talking about yesterday that we can take it on the same date. As for me, the original plan or schedule was on Sept. 12, but it did not turn out as the way it should be.  It's now scheduled 11 days late and what the heck? What am I going to do for the whole month of September?  We all know that (well those who know me very well) I can't study by myself and I need group studies or reinforcement of teachings in order for me to review.  What am I going to do about this?  Plus, the work being held open arms to me is waiting already.  I'm going to make them wait again for another 2 weeks?  I don't know to feel right now that's why I'm ranting through writing to let this all out.  Man, i can't afford to fail this exam.  I HAVE TO PASS THIS AND I WILL PASS THE NCLEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at the brighter side of things as what I am always known for.  Okay, so my other 2 co-reviewees will take the exam 2 weeks and a week before me respectively from now.  And my first review will end by the last week of August and my Gapuz review will be on Sept. 2-6 next month.  That's 2 and a half weeks before my exam date.  Ms. Cynthia earlier adviced me that maybe this is God's way of telling me that this slot is reserved for me since that slot is the single last schedule in Manila for the whole month of September.  Yes.   That's the reason why I freaked out! Last slot for the whole month of September and it fell right on my palms and beneath my skin.   What do you think?  I hope that it's the right place and the right time.  Have faith Ana.  Have faith in Him.  Everything has it's own reasons that only God knows.  I can't wait to tell the "chosen ones" about this sudden change of plans and all that.  Gah.  I'm all mixed up.  I hope that everything will turn out alright and for the better good.  I have to pass this.  I've worked really hard for this.  Okay haha, not that hard - but I'm getting there.  I'm feeling the pressure.  And that's just what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, you know that I'm a very complicated person.  One day I'm like this, the other day I'm like that.  Now I have a blog, then after a few days I'll be lazy to update it again.  Just like my review habit.  When I'm pressured, the more I freak out!  Darrrrrrrn.  What should I do now? :(&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/1114471200129653748-6456575597231792025?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6456575597231792025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=6456575597231792025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/6456575597231792025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/6456575597231792025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-7220648051936767729</id><published>2008-08-13T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:58:23.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>13th Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Happy 13th Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r51/ehnnuhhh/me3.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this relationship is no bed of roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-7220648051936767729?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7220648051936767729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=7220648051936767729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/7220648051936767729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/7220648051936767729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/13th-month.html' title='13th Month'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-7749249837504434021</id><published>2008-08-13T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:55:23.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigs'/><title type='text'>Silipan Rinigan: A Mini Arts and Music Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHEVfbM3sI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iAalD1O-7Y8/s1600-h/srposter4finalse6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHEVfbM3sI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iAalD1O-7Y8/s400/srposter4finalse6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233680115473112770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I still can't believe that I said YES to this hosting stint offered to me by Ros.  Edward was so against it but how can I refuse a friend who has been nice to me from the start plus the feeling of missing the scene effin' much?  I asked Ros what to do with my job and I got a helpful answer: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala, salita ka lang. O ayan, host na kita.&lt;/span&gt;" Wow.  I just LOL'd.  Then I asked another friend and his name is Niche, I asked him what to do and he replied:  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wear something revealing, then talk.&lt;/span&gt;"  Another WOW.  How can they make it so simple when I'm already running out ideas on how to host that gig?  But that was a month ago.  OKAY? And today, it's August 13 (Btw, it's Edward and I's 13th Month) 3 more days to go.  And I'm still clueless on what to say or do at the mini event.  Even if its just a mini event, a lot of people will be there!  Good thing I asked Ros for a partner and I suggested another good old friend of ours, her name is Nikai.  She will co-host me in this event.  She's witty, talkative and has a lot of ideas about all this underground shit and all that about bands bands and bands.  How about me? SIMPLE.  I know nothing.  So maybe I can just ask around those band members and interview them and stuff.  Nothing really special. LOL.  May God bless me on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;I still have nothing to wear. Fcuk that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another PS.&lt;br /&gt;You know Edward, he won't let me wear something that most guys like seeing in a girl. What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/1114471200129653748-7749249837504434021?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7749249837504434021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=7749249837504434021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/7749249837504434021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/7749249837504434021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/silipan-rinigan-mini-arts-and-music.html' title='Silipan Rinigan: A Mini Arts and Music Festival'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHEVfbM3sI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iAalD1O-7Y8/s72-c/srposter4finalse6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-8933986671134266192</id><published>2008-08-13T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:04:39.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>YES. This site is still in the process of construction. I'm currently adding these so-called gadgets to spice up my blogsite! Woooohoooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-8933986671134266192?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8933986671134266192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=8933986671134266192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/8933986671134266192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/8933986671134266192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-7803505817621689474</id><published>2008-08-13T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:59:35.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ChinkyAnaBananaLove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss Nurse'/><title type='text'>Welcome me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay.  To start of, I wanna say Thanks to &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt; because if not for it none of this would be possible.  Why?  Well, I have 2 main reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met those people who inspired me to make one.  Uhuh.  "Inspired".    I even plurked asking for a good blog site where I can start my crazy idea of blogging when in fact I'm already having a hard time studying/reviewing for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NCLEX&lt;/span&gt;.  Crazy me, i know. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate to admit it but (s_annoyed), I basically would like to thank Hanny and Ged for helping me out in choosing which site to prefer to place my "blogging" thing and for being patient enough to teach me all these stuff about this blogger site.  And yeah, obviously, I chose Blogger or Blogspot because we came to a conclusion that wordpress is too complicated for a noob like me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-7803505817621689474?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7803505817621689474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=7803505817621689474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/7803505817621689474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/7803505817621689474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay.html' title='Welcome me!'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114471200129653748.post-6829865504799362655</id><published>2008-08-12T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:59:16.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ChinkyAnaBananaLove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss Nurse'/><title type='text'>HOORAHH!</title><content type='html'>Mkay. Ana banana is blogging. Sweet? Kthnxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114471200129653748-6829865504799362655?l=amberfromchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6829865504799362655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114471200129653748&amp;postID=6829865504799362655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/6829865504799362655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114471200129653748/posts/default/6829865504799362655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfromchaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoorahh.html' title='HOORAHH!'/><author><name>anabanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01436561922386586004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LiNjaB610cA/SKHQPPrCAyI/AAAAAAAAABE/pP6XKilrksw/s1600-R/IMG_0490%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
