<?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-2565053247210452812</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:16:19.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything_Under_the_Sun</title><subtitle type='html'>No nose knows what gnome's nose knows.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2154357257742847943</id><published>2011-07-06T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:59:05.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILDHOOD MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzGeYKJzSys/ThQVlVn2AdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/C4OiGmRj57c/s1600/children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzGeYKJzSys/ThQVlVn2AdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/C4OiGmRj57c/s320/children.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626145565696197074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We always have a share of childhood memories, which we find funny when we recall them but back at those times, we thought they were something to be taken seriously. Last night, memories of my childhood bumped into my head suddenly and I could not help but silently laugh at them. Well, I could not laugh aloud last night, my cousins would think I’d gone crazy. Anyway, I’ll just tell you the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First Day of School. I recall mom and dad happily telling me I was finally going to school the coming June- in Kindergarten. They were eating then and I was literally looking up to them and thinking, ‘What’s so nice about going to school? I do not want to study yet. I’m happy in our home just watching cartoons.’ However, I didn’t say it to them that time because I was a nice and compliant kid so what I did was to force a smile. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4CHxDqoktxY/ThQUqqOroLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0M3p0YsvbL4/s1600/fdos.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4CHxDqoktxY/ThQUqqOroLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0M3p0YsvbL4/s320/fdos.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626144557615521970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Yellow Bell. In my first home in Bauan, Batangas, where I stayed for almost 9 yrs, we used to have gardens planted with orchids and other ornamental plants. I have an older brother named Paul who used to see lady bugs in yellow bell flower (if you don’t know how yellow bell flower looks like, search it first before you continue reading this) and he did always call me just to see it. I do not know how he found out that that flowering plant is called yellow bell but when my dad heard me saying ‘yellow bell’ while pointing at 3-4 ft plant with yellow flowers, he was amazed and asked [while smiling], ‘How did you know that that plant is called yellow bell?’ I didn’t say a word but I was asking myself then, ‘Why do old people think that kids do not know anything? Hey, we aren’t stupid.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I See Sky as Sea. Yeah, that’s it. I used to think that blue sky is a sea that floats and is the basis for convincing myself that explains why it rains. The water from the sea sky drops down to the earth. At least I that’s what I believed when I was not yet studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mama Mary. My parents were just renting an apartment in Bauan. When I was little, the window of Nanay Haning’s (the owner of the ‘row apartments’) house was always opened in the afternoon; I think that’s the master bedroom. I could see big pictures of Jesus and Mother Mary hung on the wall. At that age, I already know of Jesus but I’m not familiar with the lady beside her (that’s Mama Mary BTW). I thought that Mama Mary was a Goddess of Rain and when it rains I always blamed it on her. One time, my mother was listening to me talking to my younger brother telling him that She was the Goddess of Rain and I hated her. She got annoyed when she heard of that and told me that lady is the mother of Jesus. I said, ‘Oh, okay… Sorry.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2154357257742847943?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2154357257742847943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2154357257742847943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2154357257742847943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2154357257742847943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2011/07/childhood-memories.html' title='CHILDHOOD MEMORIES'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzGeYKJzSys/ThQVlVn2AdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/C4OiGmRj57c/s72-c/children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-7029620512454017633</id><published>2011-06-15T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:13:20.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pang-Tweet Sana Kaso Blocked na twitter.com sa Library</title><content type='html'>1. Filipinos are late bloomers and, generally, stupid. Yeah, even we do not want to admit it, it is a fact. Technology, fashion, improvements on education, you name it. By the time they come in the Philippines, other countries had already get tired of using them or they are already a trash. Oops, by the way, Filipinos love recycling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I appreciate country's heritage except for jeepneys. Philippines is the pioneer of this kind of vehicle and they say it is already part of our heritage, which is a fact. Look, I don't have a car, but if you remove all these dirty and rusty jeeps in the highways, as in total elimination, there would be less traffic jams and I would not have to travel an hour just to get to school. Let us be practical and honest guys. Jeeps contribute a lot in air pollution and consume a lot of space on the road. It would have been better if Filipinos found a way to improve it other than putting an air conditioner or making it longer than the usual so it could accommodate more passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We can't get away from the 'crab mentality fever' and I'm talking about no less than the Filipino media. One good example is how they love providing a large space in newspaper front page about police brutality, police's abuse of power and/or police corruption. They loooove diggin' the graveyard for our law enforcement agency and they won't stop until the latter dive in there. Freedom of speech/expression and reporting the truth [and nothing but the truth!] are their right. But we all know that in every right there is a corresponding responsibility. Freedom of speech has become more emotional and, say, 'romantic' as if the government is depriving us of it, when in fact we are given much much more than just freedom. The media caused every Filipino not only doubt but much worse untrust/distrust our police, so instead, they turn to media and ask for help (but we all know that media cannot arrest a person and they still need the police). It is unfair to think that all the police officers are corrupt and abusive of his/her power when only a few of them are doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is a certain channel (in the Philippines, of course) whose 'motto' is like this, "Panig sa bayan." In my point of view, which I believe is right, even if most people do an act or believe that something is right, that 'something' is not necessarily right- morally, ethically or lawfully/legally right. Do you get my point? &lt;em&gt;Dapat ang balita, walang pinapanigan, kahit pa ang masa o ang bayan!&lt;/em&gt; (because Filipinos are so stubborn that they stick to what they believe is right, when it is actally wrong!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. As I said earlier, Filipinos are soooo STUBBORN!!! Argh! One pretty example: When you watch news about demolition of slum areas? and the plan of relocation of informal slash illegal settlers (i call them the i-settlers BTW) in Metro Manila? What do you think the i-settlers will say? It is so predictable I could act it on their behalf! Say I'm a reporter and I ask this one i-settler and she freak out, "Ang tagal na namin dito nakatira. Dito na ako lumaki, dito na ako nagkaanak, dito na rin ako nagkaapo! Tapos paaalisin na lang kami nang ganun ganun na lng? Maawa naman sila sa amin!" And, "Yun namang pagdadalhan sa amin sa bundok! Ang layu-layo noon sa pinagtatrabahuhan ng asawa ko." I do not know about the 'Squatter's Law' if it really exists, but here's I want to tell to the i-settlers. If you did not acquire the lot in a legal way, I mean, if you just went there and settled there and did not buy it or ask a permission from the legal owner of that lot to live there, it is still not yours even if you spent forever there. It is not yours! It is mine! No, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Squatters line up the creeks- such a picture of Metro Manila! And when they started to live there our creeks have never been the same, I mean, they are not as beautiful and as clean as they were a long long time ago. When you see the creeks, what do you see? Yeah, they're colorful- plastic bags, cans, etc. Daniel Burnham, an American architect, who made a plan of Manila (but was not finished), saw these creeks/little rivers like the rivers of Venice. It is so unfortunate that most Filipinos realized what those creeks are capable of and how beautiful they might have been, if they took care of it back then, when it is already too late, when the hardheaded people are now living there, when you cannot remove them away from creeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I think I heard my professor telling us about the 'squatter's law' which gives a family/person of right to live to a certain place if they already lived there for...uh..2 or 20 years? I'm not sure but I can only think about this: I know the author of such law wanted to help those who could not afford to buy a land but it opened more opportunities for illegal settlers. So for those who own empty lands, be responsible enough to look after your real property.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-7029620512454017633?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/7029620512454017633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=7029620512454017633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7029620512454017633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7029620512454017633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2011/06/pang-tweet-sana-kaso-blocked-na.html' title='Pang-Tweet Sana Kaso Blocked na twitter.com sa Library'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5866175405994325387</id><published>2011-03-03T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:45:01.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Read About 'Through the Rapist's Eye' and She was Saved</title><content type='html'>THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG...   &lt;br /&gt; FYI - Through a rapist's eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in &lt;br /&gt; prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim &lt;br /&gt; and here are some interesting facts:   &lt;br /&gt; 1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. &lt;br /&gt; They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid &lt;br /&gt; or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to &lt;br /&gt; go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common &lt;br /&gt; targets.   &lt;br /&gt; 2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women &lt;br /&gt; who's clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors &lt;br /&gt; around to cut clothing.   &lt;br /&gt; 3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through &lt;br /&gt; their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are &lt;br /&gt; off guard and can be easily overpowered. &lt;br /&gt; 4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is &lt;br /&gt; grocery store parking lots. &lt;br /&gt; 5] Number two is office parking lots/garages. &lt;br /&gt; 6] Number three is public restrooms. &lt;br /&gt; 7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman &lt;br /&gt; and quickly move her to a second location where they don't have to &lt;br /&gt; worry about getting caught.   &lt;br /&gt; 8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged &lt;br /&gt; because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going &lt;br /&gt; after you isn't worth it because it will be time-consuming. &lt;br /&gt; 9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or &lt;br /&gt; other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their &lt;br /&gt; hands.   &lt;br /&gt; 10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to &lt;br /&gt; the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince &lt;br /&gt; these guys you're not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER: &lt;br /&gt; 1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or &lt;br /&gt; with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask &lt;br /&gt; them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: &lt;br /&gt; can't believe it is so cold out here, we're in for a bad winter. Now &lt;br /&gt; that you've seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, &lt;br /&gt; you lose appeal as a target.   &lt;br /&gt; 2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of &lt;br /&gt; you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to &lt;br /&gt; said they'd leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would &lt;br /&gt; not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY &lt;br /&gt; target.   &lt;br /&gt; 3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of &lt;br /&gt; it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER &lt;br /&gt; SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent. &lt;br /&gt; 4] If someone grabs you, you can't beat them with strength but you can &lt;br /&gt; do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from &lt;br /&gt; behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and &lt;br /&gt; armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this &lt;br /&gt; guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was &lt;br /&gt; trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin &lt;br /&gt; and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching &lt;br /&gt; yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.   &lt;br /&gt; 5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a &lt;br /&gt; particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy's parts it &lt;br /&gt; is extremely painful. You might think that you'll anger the guy and &lt;br /&gt; make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our &lt;br /&gt; instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of &lt;br /&gt; trouble. Start causing trouble, and he's out of there.   &lt;br /&gt; 6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers &lt;br /&gt; and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing &lt;br /&gt; down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using &lt;br /&gt; much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked &lt;br /&gt; audibly.   &lt;br /&gt; 7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of &lt;br /&gt; your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any &lt;br /&gt; odd behavior, don't dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel &lt;br /&gt; little silly at the time, but you'd feel much worse if the guy really &lt;br /&gt; was trouble. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ....   &lt;br /&gt; I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be &lt;br /&gt; some, where you will go "hmm I must remember that" After reading, &lt;br /&gt; forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in &lt;br /&gt; this crazy world we live in. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your &lt;br /&gt; body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.   &lt;br /&gt; 2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks &lt;br /&gt; for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from &lt;br /&gt; you.... chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or &lt;br /&gt; purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN &lt;br /&gt; THE OTHER DIRECTION!   &lt;br /&gt; 3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back &lt;br /&gt; tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like &lt;br /&gt; crazy. The driver won't see you but everybody else will. This has &lt;br /&gt; saved lives.   &lt;br /&gt; 4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, &lt;br /&gt; working, etc., and just sit &lt;br /&gt; (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON'T DO THIS! The &lt;br /&gt; predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for &lt;br /&gt; him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell &lt;br /&gt; you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.   &lt;br /&gt; 5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or &lt;br /&gt; parking garage: &lt;br /&gt;a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be &lt;br /&gt; hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the &lt;br /&gt; passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE &lt;br /&gt; RIDING A TAXI CAB) . &lt;br /&gt; b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the &lt;br /&gt; passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling &lt;br /&gt; them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their &lt;br /&gt; cars. &lt;br /&gt; c. Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and &lt;br /&gt; the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest &lt;br /&gt; your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a &lt;br /&gt; guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE &lt;br /&gt; THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)   &lt;br /&gt; 6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are &lt;br /&gt; horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot). &lt;br /&gt; 7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS &lt;br /&gt; RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; &lt;br /&gt; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!   &lt;br /&gt; 8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may &lt;br /&gt; get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a &lt;br /&gt; good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies &lt;br /&gt; of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often &lt;br /&gt; asked "for help" into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when &lt;br /&gt; he abducted his next victim. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I'd like you to forward this to all the women you know. It may save a &lt;br /&gt; life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle. I was going &lt;br /&gt; to send this to the ladies only, but guys, if you love your mothers, &lt;br /&gt; wives, sisters, daughters, etc., you may want to pass it onto them, as &lt;br /&gt; well. &lt;br /&gt; Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the &lt;br /&gt; world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it's better safe than &lt;br /&gt; sorry. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Jim Paredes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A friend of mine sent this to me and i think this would be helpful for women. I don't know if this is REALLY from Mr. Jim Paredes but the point here is it's better that you know these things than not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5866175405994325387?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5866175405994325387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5866175405994325387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5866175405994325387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5866175405994325387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-read-about-through-rapists-eye-and.html' title='She Read About &apos;Through the Rapist&apos;s Eye&apos; and She was Saved'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-534390327431932749</id><published>2011-01-25T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:27:39.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Ms. Armi</title><content type='html'>To Ms. Armi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't know how&lt;br /&gt;To grab a chance and spend some time&lt;br /&gt;In just a simple conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give it a try&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm like chasing rainbows in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And make believe that it's true&lt;br /&gt;Although I know, I know that it is impossible to do&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;strong&gt;you're a star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love you as you are&lt;br /&gt;You're a million miles away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(an excerpt from &lt;em&gt;A Million Miles Away&lt;/em&gt; by Nikki Gil)&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-534390327431932749?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/534390327431932749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=534390327431932749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/534390327431932749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/534390327431932749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-for-ms-armi.html' title='This is for Ms. Armi'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5596583844746988449</id><published>2011-01-25T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:10:45.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ooh.. Everyone is busy and I noticed that most of the students today are wearing casual clothes and here I am in school (college) uniform!!! FYI, this week is supposedly a no-class week, but it turned out to be otherwise, because it is the University of Santo Tomas' Quadricentennial celebration. Man, this school is old! Some nice professors in other colleges, BTW I'm from College of Architecture, gave their students a holiday while here we, arki students, are in our classrooms suffering in a one-and-a-half hour lecture [on one subject].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I'm gonna start my fan fiction story!! Yehey! It'll be about Armi Millare (UDD's vocals &amp;amp; keyboard) and Ria Bautista (Paramita's vocals &amp;amp; drums) -obviously a shoujo ai story. I might consider inserting myself into the story.. I just voted Armi Millare as a Music Maven. here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.cosmo.ph/surveys/fun-fearless-females-2011-poll/"&gt;http://www.cosmo.ph/surveys/fun-fearless-females-2011-poll/&lt;/a&gt; Armi is a great singer, songwriter and performer, I really love her.. &gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow, at 7:30pm, various artists will flock the main program of Quadrcentennial celeb. The school looks different since last week and I don't wonder anymore why last year's Paskuhan (except for UDD, Kamikazee and fireworks display) was a failure. Large portion of the budget went to celebrate this 400th anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss Pam Pagong/Paolita/Hannie Geng/Paola Tuazon already..hope ur reading this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5596583844746988449?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5596583844746988449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5596583844746988449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5596583844746988449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5596583844746988449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2011/01/planner.html' title='Planner'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-7430000553294061466</id><published>2010-09-26T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:06:24.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of Them!</title><content type='html'>I never knew I would experience what I had seen on TV 2 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galing ako sa bahay nila Janah kahapon. I think past 7:30pm na kami nkauwi nila Krizzia, Clarice and Gela. So ayun, sa Espana Blvd na ko nun and I chose to ride a bus kasi within 30-40 minutes sa bahay na ko, unlike sa jeep, 1 hour pa bago ako mkrating dun. Kasi nman sa may Visayas Ave. pa ko nkatira (malapit sa elliptical Road, sa Quezon Memorial Circle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, sumakay ako sa bus, I forgot the name of the bus line, tapos sa QC Hall ang baba. Nung malapit na ko sa may sakayan ng jeep papunta Visayas (sa may NHA), tumayo na ako. Medyo weird dun nung malapit na ko sa pinto ng bus, bigla dumami yung mga lalaki na bababa at lahat sila nakapalibot sa ken.. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen there's a guy wearing back shirt, siguro between 25-35 years old, na parang naiinis, sabi nya, "Excuse me." (di ko pinansin), then, "Hoy, miss! Excuse me. Paharang harang kasi bababa nga ako." Tapos sabi ko, "Teka lang di ba?" Tapos, all of a sudden, naalala ko yung napanuod ko sa Imbestigador dati. I immediately look at my backpack, and poof!!! Ayun, nakita ko yung kamay nung lalaki, na nasa left ko, nakapasok sa bag ko. Syempre, hinila ko kagad. Then, when they notice na nalaman ko modus operandi nung mga gagong yun, sumibat sila ng baba before mag- City Hall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang na-shock ako nun! Kya natigilan lang ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ganito modus nila. Hindi sila sabay-sabay sasakay ng bus, sa different places sila manggagaling. Then, mag-iisip sila ng target! Mostly, girls! Then, pag nakatayo na yung victim nila, sabay-sabay sila tatayo kung nasan yung victim. Sa kanan (or pwede rin sa left), may magpupush sayo papunta sa kaliwa (or it could be to right), pwede sya mag-act na naiinis na pasahero na bababa dahil nkharang ka sa dadaanan nya (just like what happened to me). Then, while it is happening, the other men will open your bag and get anything valuable, cellphone, wallet, etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna ask if may nakuha sila saken,...WALA! Mali sila ng biniktima, malaki backpack ko kya kelangan pa tanggalin yung nsa ibabaw para makita cellphones ko..Yung pera ko nman nsa hidden pocket sa loob ng bag! Hahaha! So GIRLS, BEWARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is the dark side of Metro Manila!&lt;br /&gt;Mind your belongings!&lt;br /&gt;(And kung gusto nyo saksakin yung mga gagong yun, don't hesitate and do it fast!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-7430000553294061466?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/7430000553294061466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=7430000553294061466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7430000553294061466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7430000553294061466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2010/09/beware-of-them.html' title='Beware of Them!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-6462955621683288129</id><published>2010-02-19T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:06:09.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cous Yuki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hm... i don't know how to pronounce his first name correctly, but then, it doesn't matter... just found out that the guy's name (refer to Looks like L to me) is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Cous Yuki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;here's more!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvxqinfo.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/ec9ca0ed82a4eb8b98eeecopy_1903hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 390px; height: 441px;" alt="" src="http://tvxqinfo.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/ec9ca0ed82a4eb8b98eeecopy_1903hh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sookyeong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 337px; height: 269px;" alt="" src="http://sookyeong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and check out this site &lt;a href="http://minsarang.wordpress.com/2008/11/30/news-new-singer-cous-yuki-another-jaejoong-lookalike/"&gt;http://minsarang.wordpress.com/2008/11/30/news-new-singer-cous-yuki-another-jaejoong-lookalike/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvxqinfo.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 259px; height: 347px;" alt="" src="http://tvxqinfo.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... seems to me like miyavi's nephew..so gay.. or...maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;MIYAVI + DANNY NORIEGA = COUS YUKI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the 'nuevo cantante'- ['new singer' in english])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.(dun pala sa site na binigay ko, puro negative comments from jaejoong's fans ang inabot ng guy na 'to. wawa nman.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-6462955621683288129?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/6462955621683288129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=6462955621683288129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6462955621683288129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6462955621683288129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2010/02/cous-yuki.html' title='Cous Yuki'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-7519933546727179430</id><published>2010-02-19T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:59:31.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like L to me</title><content type='html'>It's L's (Death Note) cosplayer, I guess. Doesn't look like Jaejoong but he has the same hairdo Jaejoong used to have before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sookyeong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px" alt="" src="http://sookyeong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks creepy but he's attractive.. and, oh, the way he stare.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love those eyes: cold but sharp&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feminine senses tingling! Tinganinganing!!! BZK..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appears to me like an anime character which became a real person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the real OMG!&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/2565053247210452812-7519933546727179430?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/7519933546727179430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=7519933546727179430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7519933546727179430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7519933546727179430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2010/02/looks-like-l-to-me.html' title='Looks like L to me'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-8656560589742288461</id><published>2010-02-03T00:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:36:41.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first photoshop product</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S2k6RsVcoJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/01-5dA83Rds/s1600-h/jaejoong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S2k6RsVcoJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/01-5dA83Rds/s320/jaejoong2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433938501032517778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..this is&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; my first photoshop product&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it's&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; jaejoong&lt;/span&gt;, my ex-husband..haha! (in my dreams!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im inspired while I was doing this because I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Love You" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(by Howl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the background music.. One of the best song ever written!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the english translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I smell a familiar fragrance in the air&lt;br /&gt;The breeze that blew around you now blows across to me, oooh&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, maybe it was the light you made shine upon me&lt;br /&gt;That light shields me from hurtful sorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Love you.... thinking of you now, I close my eyes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. If I could fill your two eyes&lt;br /&gt;I love you. If I could show you my smiles&lt;br /&gt;I could give you all the bright stars in the sky oooh&lt;br /&gt;I love you. If I could show you my love&lt;br /&gt;I love you. If you could teach me you heart&lt;br /&gt;Id follow whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Love you, Love you&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im walking right behind you beneath the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Look at me a little more closely&lt;br /&gt;Should I ask the clouds to let the rain fall for you once again&lt;br /&gt;So I could hold on to your wet heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.... thinking of you now, I close my eyes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-8656560589742288461?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/8656560589742288461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=8656560589742288461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8656560589742288461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8656560589742288461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-first-photoshop-product.html' title='my first photoshop product'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S2k6RsVcoJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/01-5dA83Rds/s72-c/jaejoong2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5099287843608751154</id><published>2010-01-21T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:11:53.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Yue</title><content type='html'>Who's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Princess Yue&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1lZRaZ3wEI/AAAAAAAAALA/y8E-WrU5QHQ/s1600-h/yue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1lZRaZ3wEI/AAAAAAAAALA/y8E-WrU5QHQ/s320/yue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429468981452324930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i can't get over with 'The Last Air Bender' fan feeling, i have to blog this.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Yue is a princess of the North Water Tribe (in Avatar: The Last Air Bender). She's one of the girls Sokka fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;Here's her picture, the one in the right. (so imouto, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Sokka, Yue has a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, that's not what i want to deal with. I just want to blog about the girl who will play the role of Princess Yue in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M. Night Shyamalan's The Last Air Bender&lt;/span&gt; (coming out this July 2010). Here she is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1lawEfKAMI/AAAAAAAAALY/JTzY9qGi13c/s1600-h/thespiritpremiere10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1lawEfKAMI/AAAAAAAAALY/JTzY9qGi13c/s320/thespiritpremiere10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429470607656485058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Seychelle Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;. Came across with her while searching for the movie's casts. She's cute, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Princess Yue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another photo-&gt; notice what they've done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1lbkzMLxtI/AAAAAAAAALg/EhOki10Ltfs/s1600-h/princesa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1lbkzMLxtI/AAAAAAAAALg/EhOki10Ltfs/s320/princesa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429471513546573522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1lb1tS90ZI/AAAAAAAAALo/BSNa_ydpEXg/s1600-h/yuepossibility.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1lb1tS90ZI/AAAAAAAAALo/BSNa_ydpEXg/s320/yuepossibility.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429471804022182290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;Fans are really funny! Her participation in the movie was once a rumor and here's what they did to her-&gt; they turned her to Princess Yue. This picture was edited months ago. Look at how they turned the background into ice! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's my profile pic in facebook right now&lt;/span&gt;. I have to admit... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i like her.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, i almost forgot,. i changed my template again. It's Magnolia Burgundy... I love the color.. hope you like it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5099287843608751154?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5099287843608751154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5099287843608751154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5099287843608751154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5099287843608751154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2010/01/princess-yue.html' title='Princess Yue'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1lZRaZ3wEI/AAAAAAAAALA/y8E-WrU5QHQ/s72-c/yue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-6482978816659813860</id><published>2010-01-20T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:54:09.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post</title><content type='html'>It's been months since the last time i posted something here on my blogger account-&gt; here i am again, posting again on blogger. I have another blog site and that is in Ameba (http://ameblo.jp/dianerlano/) and that's where i used to blog when i'm not using this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1bEOh2BWZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fD2txe6_NtY/s1600-h/avatar_the_last_airbender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1bEOh2BWZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fD2txe6_NtY/s400/avatar_the_last_airbender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428742154723875218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i missed blogging here. So,..here's my 'comeback post': this is about the movie me, my younger brother and a friend of mine have been looking forward since AVATAR was released. (huh? what's the connection?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. We thought that the AVATAR is the Nickelodeon's Avatar: Aang, the Last Air Bender. So, when i saw the trailer of the former, i was a bit disappointed because we're mistaken... Thanks to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M. Night Shyamalan&lt;/span&gt;, the director of the latter, for bringing it to live action...i won't miss this movie, NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1bEUlzEsXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/B01AFk7HC1I/s1600-h/avatar_the_last_airbender_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1bEUlzEsXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/B01AFk7HC1I/s320/avatar_the_last_airbender_r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428742258864468338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, they didn't use AVATAR as the title because it is already used and obviously, it is illegal to use that name again.. So it's entitled &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Last Air Bender&lt;/span&gt;. Here's a link to the trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9W1dhqc-JBs&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1bEbHMKqxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QhnMszQgRjk/s1600-h/avatar-pics-cast-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1bEbHMKqxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QhnMszQgRjk/s320/avatar-pics-cast-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428742370907302674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-6482978816659813860?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/6482978816659813860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=6482978816659813860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6482978816659813860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6482978816659813860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/S1bEOh2BWZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fD2txe6_NtY/s72-c/avatar_the_last_airbender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2557445142661559849</id><published>2009-08-04T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T03:26:08.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>To my readers, I want to say sorry because I wrote on my last blog "I thought they were rockers..."  The truth is the triplets are real rockers. The band name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snake of Eden&lt;/span&gt;. (for me the 'snake' refers to them)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SngKLy4tduI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Jwkm2n0D-WU/s1600-h/2cza9e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SngKLy4tduI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Jwkm2n0D-WU/s400/2cza9e0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366050153766418146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Look at these guys! They appear girls from afar! I just watch an interview with them and they were kinda bragging of they're band but it's not that bad. They said girls love them (YES!) and that includes me, of course. They also mentioned that the best hardcore bands come from Sweden (note that they come from Sweden). They do not take their make up off and their friends have never seen them without make-up. They have cute accent, according to them, but the girls love it, according to them. Some of their fans have a problem of identifying one from the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SngMYAMXV0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/D0PSBDTlnxA/s1600-h/n43726181523_9635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SngMYAMXV0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/D0PSBDTlnxA/s400/n43726181523_9635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366052562520201026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I...am not experiencing such problem because I LOVE THEM ALL...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2557445142661559849?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2557445142661559849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2557445142661559849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2557445142661559849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2557445142661559849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/08/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SngKLy4tduI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Jwkm2n0D-WU/s72-c/2cza9e0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2260855737053326154</id><published>2009-08-04T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:53:22.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Crushes</title><content type='html'>Oh my God! That 's what I want to say. I just watch Paparazzi (Lady Gaga) and when I saw the so-called 'Paparazzi triplets', I...I.. I don't know how to explain the feeling. Uhmm... All I know is I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;! Why? I saw them before but I thought they were girls. I saw them while I was surfing the internet. I also thought they were rockers or stars from Europe because they were sitting beside Gaga. They're so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; at the same time (could that be possible?). They look like J-rockers, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the photo. They look more beautiful than Gaga. xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SngEdOF9egI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WgcJc4aTHto/s1600-h/TripletsLadyGaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SngEdOF9egI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WgcJc4aTHto/s400/TripletsLadyGaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366043856057760258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SngEZVmsR3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/VqogHprO6yA/s1600-h/triplets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SngEZVmsR3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/VqogHprO6yA/s400/triplets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366043789354616690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2260855737053326154?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2260855737053326154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2260855737053326154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2260855737053326154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2260855737053326154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-crushes.html' title='My New Crushes'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SngEdOF9egI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WgcJc4aTHto/s72-c/TripletsLadyGaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-3085955815982185920</id><published>2009-08-01T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:48:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number One</title><content type='html'>I consider myself lucky for having a time for blogging. I'm hungry and quite mentally exhausted because brainstorming in Design5 consumed up a lot of my energy. Anyway, I want to tell that I'm on a certain experiment. I don't know how would I call it but it's mainly about self-assestment to know where I'm at my best.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things to be considered in the design of hospital since we are required to have it &lt;strong&gt;disaster-prepared&lt;/strong&gt;, meaning it could resist the natural disasters like typhoon, EARTHQUAKE and others you can associate with the word 'disaster' (?).&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are headed to presenting a site plan, massing (conceptual) and research, all of which are to be presented in Powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;And for your information, this plate is a competition plate. And not only that, this is also a NATIONAL competition plate. &lt;strong&gt;That&lt;/strong&gt; bothers me a lot. I am ambitious, I know that. For me it's not enough to dream of being our professors TOP 5 or UST College of Architecture's TOP2. I want our group to be the&lt;strong&gt; NO. 1 in the Philippines&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Lady Gaga has a weird sense of fashion statement. A long, straight blond hair and a fake lavender hair on top of it that looks like a scoop of &lt;em&gt;ube&lt;/em&gt; ice cream resting on her head? What do ya think? ART for IDENTITY'S sake! (I still like her, though...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-3085955815982185920?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/3085955815982185920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=3085955815982185920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/3085955815982185920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/3085955815982185920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/08/number-one.html' title='Number One'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5042452816970042205</id><published>2009-07-01T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T03:12:28.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget About Her</title><content type='html'>I wonder why Farrah Fawcett's death isn't much talked about. I know for a fact that her death collides with Michael Jackson's but that is not enough reason for not reporting her last minutes on earth even if she's already inside her coffin- beneath the gorund .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people from different parts of the world are giving tribute to MJ's death, e.g., a restaurant having cuisines named after him, dancing his famous step 'moonwalk', singing all of his songs in TV, playing his hit songs over millions of radio stations, and a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah, for those who don't know her, is the star of Charlie's Angels- a TV series that began in the 1970's. I feel sympathy for her and for her family. For nearly 3 years, she struggled to fight her disease, the anal cancer, but unfortunately lost it. She died at the age of 62.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say these things? I am not her relative, friend or whatsoever. I just reported about the story 'Kalihi in Farrah' which shows how popular she was and how women (and gays) coveted her hairstyle, looks and fashion statement. That's how I came to know her (because my mother was not the type of person who would tell me everything about the past Hollywood actors and actresses). And I find her beautiful and sexy, even if she had no big breasts. Funny to hear myself saying this but it's true. She still pretty in her 60's, huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a fan of hers when I watched the documentary about her battle against cancer,even if she wasn't able to win. I saw the courage in her eyes (that's not literal because she used to wear her shades). One instance is that when she convinced the doctors (just after her operation in Germany) to let her go to her hometown in L.A (such a stubborn little girl!). She said on her documentary having a cancer like that had a purpose. Yes, it &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; and it &lt;strong&gt;has&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So whereever you are Farrah, this is for you....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5042452816970042205?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5042452816970042205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5042452816970042205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5042452816970042205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5042452816970042205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-forget-about-her.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget About Her'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-1224216765324564136</id><published>2009-06-17T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:16:30.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Attack!</title><content type='html'>I felt so tired today that my brain wasn't functioning well. I think the fluids that needed to flow into it resisted to go up because they also lacked the energy to do so....&lt;br /&gt;I felt so 'malas' today because I saw my 'kaaway' who would also use the elevator. Gosh! I should have used stair for my own sake and for peace's sake!&lt;br /&gt;I really abhor this guy who I need to bear with for the remaining three years! It seems so long... What I did is I prayed that I wouldn't explode with anger because everytime I see him, sure as hell, it will be a bad day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our room and I still felt sleepy but I tried my best not to show it. It was so cold in there; since I had no jacket, I felt I need to get to the rest room. I was about to stand up when our professor called my name. I was a bit shocked because I wasn't listening that much to what he was saying. I raised my hand (he was trying to find me) expecting his question to be just a &lt;strong&gt;short&lt;/strong&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can remember was that he kept asking me questions (much like a machine gun) which seemed easy but my brain couldn't grasp (my brain was like a &lt;em&gt;'sobrang bagal mag-load na computer'&lt;/em&gt;). And my classmates throw me some kind of gaze like &lt;em&gt;'hey, girl, are you out of your mind?'&lt;/em&gt; which added to the pressure. The scene is not embarassing but I don't want this to be part of my memory- if I could only throw things like this and leave only those that are pleasing to me, I would have done that a long time ago!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the same process- I shall act like nothing happened the day before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-1224216765324564136?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/1224216765324564136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=1224216765324564136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1224216765324564136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1224216765324564136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleep-attack.html' title='Sleep Attack!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-6692530334026121298</id><published>2009-06-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:21:31.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SidZmAHeKlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QHbLt5UHUV0/s1600-h/jonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343337992299620946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SidZmAHeKlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QHbLt5UHUV0/s400/jonas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen several men who danced the &lt;strong&gt;'Single Ladies'&lt;/strong&gt; step but watching Joe Jonas, it's really odd. In fact, seeing him with that outfit is &lt;strong&gt;nuts&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the video, Joe was hesitant to do it but his brother Nick and Kevin said he must do it for their fans. He certainly had a hard time to decide on that ridiculous move because, honestly, &lt;em&gt;'matigas ang katawan nya'&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SidZuwWSPGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PvinetCmim4/s1600-h/joe-jonas-single-ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343338142685609058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SidZuwWSPGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PvinetCmim4/s400/joe-jonas-single-ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I think they made the video to tell the public (or to catch their attention) that they will release their fourth studio album entitled 'Lines, Vines and Trying Times' on June 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-6692530334026121298?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/6692530334026121298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=6692530334026121298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6692530334026121298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6692530334026121298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SidZmAHeKlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QHbLt5UHUV0/s72-c/jonas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-826430562004184081</id><published>2009-05-17T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:50:51.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go For Adam Lambert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sg_qKSTbo_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pLxZg6Xz0WI/s1600-h/kris-allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336741545890259954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sg_qKSTbo_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pLxZg6Xz0WI/s400/kris-allen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurrey&lt;/strong&gt; for Adam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boo&lt;/strong&gt; for Kris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that's right- I am giving my all out support for Adam Lambert. Although I am not that interested to this season of American Idol compared to last season, I still want to give my bet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam puts 'artistry'(like what Kara use to say) in every song that he sings and he's also a 'true genius' according to Kara, so I have my two hands clapping and 'bumping' for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kris Allen for me is a good performer but not enough to make me shout and jump on my seat. He's BORING and too typical. I believe that Danny was eliminated because Kris got more of the looks than style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, Kris is cute but let's face the fact that in American Idol, we're not searching for good-looking person but a talented person. And whoever says that Adam is not cute, he/she better go to EO (Executive Optical).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sg_rpuR0fmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fd1dEDg3ZGE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336743185487265378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sg_rpuR0fmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fd1dEDg3ZGE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-826430562004184081?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/826430562004184081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=826430562004184081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/826430562004184081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/826430562004184081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-for-adam-lambert.html' title='Go For Adam Lambert!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sg_qKSTbo_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pLxZg6Xz0WI/s72-c/kris-allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-4491677948138220188</id><published>2009-05-14T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:08:32.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Update Kahit Papano</title><content type='html'>Walang mai-blog kapag vacation because the same thing happens each day- gising sa umaga pero hindi muna babangon sa kama (dahil magde-daydream pa 'ko), inom ng kape at kain ng pan de sal, makikinig ng radio na naka-tune in sa favorite radio station namin-WRR 101.9, manonood ng TV dahil tapos na ang segment ng favorite DJ ko na si DJ Toni, manonood ng Pilipinas, GAME KNB?, tapos kain ng lunch, tapos tulog,etc.,etc. Don't ask me kung ano yung 'etc.'- basta boring yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kaya naman wala akong mai-blog na maganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May bago naman kahit papano- I'm busy reading a book entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Simplify'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bo Sanchez&lt;/span&gt;- a Filipino writer. Dahil dun, medyo napapaisip na rin ako kung ano ba talaga ang life-dreams ko, mission ko sa buhay and kung ano ba talaga ang magpapasaya sa 'kin. Meron din ako natutunan- '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satisfaction is not having what you want but wanting what you already have&lt;/span&gt;.' I also learned na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most of the real millionaires&lt;/span&gt; have maliit na bahay or house na madaling i-maintain, lumang model ng kotse and only one spouse (you know, walang kabit, walang divorce). One thing pa is 'All human desire never quits on you.' dahil sabi ng author, which I believe is right, 'wag daw tayo maniwala sa phrase na 'to: 'After this, I will be satisfied.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun; kahit wala ako masyadong nai-blog eh pinilit ko pa rin na gawin kasi -84.06% ang percentage ng change sa blog ko sabi sa Google Analytics ko. Ang sad naman nun kasi may record pa ako na 22 visits last April 22- nakakainis kasi nawala. Hindo ko rin alam kung saan na napunta yung Map Overlay ko na next na pinaka-green sa Philippines- ang Romania- whaaaa ang dami ko pa naman visitors galing dun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I want to tell everybody na favorite ko si DJ Toni of WRR101.9 kasi I like her voice and the way she laugh. Yung tawa nya kasi is, sabi ni DJ R-Nold Rey, parang nanalo sa mahjong. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I encourage everyone na mag-tune in sa nasabing station every 5AM-9AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-4491677948138220188?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/4491677948138220188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=4491677948138220188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/4491677948138220188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/4491677948138220188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-update-kahit-papano.html' title='May Update Kahit Papano'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2179761104649985843</id><published>2009-04-03T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:24:44.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anoop- A Hairstrand Away To Saying 'Goodbye'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sdbq3GzkiEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/v6X4Td6JSDQ/s1600-h/Anoop+Desai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320698242225440834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sdbq3GzkiEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/v6X4Td6JSDQ/s400/Anoop+Desai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't satisfied with Anoop's performance last week on American Idol. His version of Usher's song was good but not great- it didn't make the audience move. That's why I wasn't upset when he sat on one of the stools there in the left part of the stage but I was glad he didn't left A.I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week,if he can't make the song his and if he will not put 'artistry' in his song (as what Kara said), and performance as well,I think, it will trigger to his elimination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also grateful for those who supported Anoop- let's keep doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sdbq-GqwQ_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/uZsmiaa91tQ/s1600-h/AI8_Top13Perform_AnoopDesai-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320698362447545330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sdbq-GqwQ_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/uZsmiaa91tQ/s400/AI8_Top13Perform_AnoopDesai-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2179761104649985843?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2179761104649985843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2179761104649985843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2179761104649985843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2179761104649985843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/04/anoop-was-hairstrand-away.html' title='Anoop- A Hairstrand Away To Saying &apos;Goodbye&apos;'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sdbq3GzkiEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/v6X4Td6JSDQ/s72-c/Anoop+Desai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5250026773081201088</id><published>2009-03-30T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:38:34.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chip Tsao is Cheap</title><content type='html'>I was watching TV Patrol a while ago and I got frustrated about this Chip Tsao who wrote an article slamming out Filipinos. This &lt;strong&gt;'utak-kulugo'&lt;/strong&gt; writer coming from China said in his article that Philippines was a &lt;strong&gt;'Bansa ng mga Alipin'&lt;/strong&gt; and many other things that clearly signify racial discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The government said he should give a public apology, but I think that wouldn't be enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SdC7QyE7nYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9mj4XNeLfZU/s1600-h/tsaochip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318957056919313794" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SdC7QyE7nYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9mj4XNeLfZU/s400/tsaochip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to Mr. Tsao, your ideas really sell, in fact it was &lt;strong&gt;'sold out'&lt;/strong&gt;, because they are cheap-just like your name and you, yourself! You caught our attention by writing that kind of article. And about the Filipina who's working for you, you better find a much better employer for her- you &lt;strong&gt;dead meat&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find this blog (below) really funny. He stated his theories why Chip Tsao wrote that nonsense article. Please follow this link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ruffybiazon.wordpress.com/2009/03/29/why-mr-chip-tsao-wrote-that-article/"&gt;http://ruffybiazon.wordpress.com/2009/03/29/why-mr-chip-tsao-wrote-that-article/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Mas maganda kung sibakin ka ng HK Magazine as a writer kasi nung bata ka siguro uminom ka ng gatas na may melamine kaya wala ka sa hustong pag-iisip. Palibhasa utak-kulugo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5250026773081201088?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5250026773081201088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5250026773081201088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5250026773081201088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5250026773081201088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/chip-tsao-is-cheap.html' title='Chip Tsao is Cheap'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SdC7QyE7nYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9mj4XNeLfZU/s72-c/tsaochip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-8119196320507635299</id><published>2009-03-30T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:17:00.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Anoop Dog's" in the House</title><content type='html'>Anoop Desai is a good singer but not that great, I must admit. I don't think he's boasting or bragging his ability. Well, even if he does, I probably won't care. I don't know what his reaction about the judges' comments about his performance last week that made others think that he's boasting, anyway, I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SdC3HJ3lKaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3ENvzLEPn5g/s1600-h/images.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318952493460564386" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SdC3HJ3lKaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3ENvzLEPn5g/s400/images.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SdC3CZc-lzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PIU7LTRadF4/s1600-h/anoop-desai1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318952411744606002" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SdC3CZc-lzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PIU7LTRadF4/s400/anoop-desai1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anoop has a voice of a balladeer but I think his style is not what the judges are looking for. I don't think he's got what it takes to be the 'American Idol' this season but I still love him and will be supporting him 'til the end of his performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-8119196320507635299?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/8119196320507635299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=8119196320507635299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8119196320507635299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8119196320507635299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/anoop-dogs-in-house.html' title='&quot;Anoop Dog&apos;s&quot; in the House'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SdC3HJ3lKaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3ENvzLEPn5g/s72-c/images.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5242278011587320221</id><published>2009-03-27T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T04:57:10.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to Micheal Sarver</title><content type='html'>The  American Idol contestant Micheal Sarver got the lowest votes for today's elimination round. He's definitely a good singer but, unfortunately, he wasn't able to make it through. This week's bottom three include Scott MacIntyre and Matt Giraud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Scy84Uhu7bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jPYaLogTNiw/s1600-h/mike.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317832935786606002" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Scy84Uhu7bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jPYaLogTNiw/s400/mike.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I say sorry for Krizzia although she knew from the start that Micheal Sarver hasn't got what it takes to be an American Idol. She furthermore told me that she had a feeling that Adam Lambert and Lil would make it to the finals of A.I. Season 8. Uhmm, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, I have a feeling that Paula Abdul is quite insecured of Kara DioGardi. I love Kara and I hate Paula, especially when she delivers her comments with 'pause-and-pause' sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5242278011587320221?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5242278011587320221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5242278011587320221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5242278011587320221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5242278011587320221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-to-micheal-sarver.html' title='Goodbye to Micheal Sarver'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Scy84Uhu7bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jPYaLogTNiw/s72-c/mike.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-8166414678395430955</id><published>2009-03-24T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:14:23.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Red</title><content type='html'>I'm in LSS with a 90's song, &lt;em&gt;What Good is a Heart&lt;/em&gt;, for the last two months-certainly a very long time. I knew the song years ago and I was glad I heard it on &lt;strong&gt;Home Radio&lt;/strong&gt;, truly the best FM station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the song's message although their voices are not that good. Here's the band- Code Red. They're a British boy band. When you watch the music video, their dance step in song's chorus is corny(and 'baduy').&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScjKvvB2W0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/KVWHl0_d0eQ/s1600-h/250px-Code_Red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316722281537755970" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScjKvvB2W0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/KVWHl0_d0eQ/s400/250px-Code_Red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;CODE RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are the lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Good is a Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you how I felt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you what it meant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still havent changed your mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that you're afraid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're frightened of the pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you can let down your guard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause when we run, when we hide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We deny what's inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What good is a heart if youre not gonna use it,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What good is a love if youre too scared to choose it,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If youre heart is beating, then its for a reason, girl,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If youre not willing to start, what good is a heart? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't make the same mistake that people often make,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And miss out on a chance for love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've got to make your move,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;youve got to make it soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause youre dying inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm a man, but I cry,I have fears, I won't lie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, babe, you know it, girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who looks can see that Im right,T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres a chance here, we could take it,Or regret it for the rest of our lives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(*sorry if there's no spaces between stanzas, actually I'm trying to edit it but something's wrong-it won't save)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-8166414678395430955?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/8166414678395430955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=8166414678395430955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8166414678395430955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8166414678395430955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/code-red.html' title='Code Red'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScjKvvB2W0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/KVWHl0_d0eQ/s72-c/250px-Code_Red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-1226759436895384409</id><published>2009-03-21T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:31:22.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eero Saarinen's Works</title><content type='html'>Eero Saarinen is one of my favorite architects so it's my pleasure to introduce him to people who don't know him yet. Here's the summary of his biography. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Born in August 20, 1910&lt;br /&gt;-Finnish-American architect&lt;br /&gt;-Son of Eliel SaarinenTook sculpture and furniture design in Académie de la Grande Chaumière then went to study architecture in Yale University&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Recruited by his friend, who’s also an architect, to join military services in the Office of Strategic services (OSS)&lt;br /&gt;-He was assigned to draw illustrations for bomb disassembly manuals and to provide designs for the Situation Room in the White House&lt;br /&gt;-Founded his own firm, ‘Eero Saarinen and Associates, after his father’s death in 1950&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Joined chair design competition, "Organic Design in Home Furnishings" in 1940 with Charles Eames, for which they received first prize&lt;br /&gt;-he took first prize in the 1948 competition for the design of the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial, St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;-Served as a jury for the Sidney Opera House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Was elected as a Fellow in American Institute of Architects in 1952&lt;br /&gt;-Winner of AIA Gold Medal&lt;br /&gt;-Said to have pluralism of styles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's some of his works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sci_FIjCw8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/XkDI8vymQOc/s1600-h/images.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316709455025587138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sci_FIjCw8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/XkDI8vymQOc/s400/images.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kresge Auditorium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kresge Auditorium is a building auditorium for Massachusetts Institute of Technology&lt;br /&gt;-The auditorium is defined by an elegant thin-shell structure, one-eighth of a sphere rising to a height of 50 feet, and sliced away by sheer glass walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sci9-S9oe3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ywjwZ7Gd2fI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316708238050753394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sci9-S9oe3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ywjwZ7Gd2fI/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Louis Gateway Arch&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Gateway Arch, a.k.a. Gateway to the West, is an integral part of Jefferson National Expansion Memorial&lt;br /&gt;-The tallest monument in US&lt;br /&gt;-Made of stainless steel skin covering the reinforced concrete from ground level to 300 ft(91 m)&lt;br /&gt;-From 300 ft to the peak, the arch is made of carbon steel and rebar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScTOw2Vpf4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/sTxOki-JWpU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315600798819385218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScTOw2Vpf4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/sTxOki-JWpU/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General Motors Technical Center&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -First major work was the GM Technical Center in Warren, Michigan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-In the 1950s he began to receive more commissions from American universities for campus designs and individual buildings; these include the Noyes dormitory at Vassar, as well as an ice rink, Morse College, and Ezra Stiles College at Yale University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScTOFYTCQ9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/fTK5oSycHGQ/s1600-h/dulles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315600052020986834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScTOFYTCQ9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/fTK5oSycHGQ/s400/dulles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dulles International Airport&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dulles International Airport is a public airport west of Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;-It was named after John Foster Dulles, US Secretary of State under Dwight Eisenhower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScTNkKed6LI/AAAAAAAAAGE/B5SmOQYtn-I/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315599481375156402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScTNkKed6LI/AAAAAAAAAGE/B5SmOQYtn-I/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The TWA Flight Center&lt;/strong&gt; at John F. Kennedy Airport &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It was completed in 1962 and became the most famous landmark of the airport&lt;br /&gt;-The interior had wide glass windows that opened onto parked TWA jets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScjDaXlKT6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1o6dZZi0x_Y/s1600-h/ingallsoutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScjDaXlKT6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1o6dZZi0x_Y/s1600-h/ingallsoutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScjDaXlKT6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1o6dZZi0x_Y/s1600-h/ingallsoutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316714217884766114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScjDaXlKT6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1o6dZZi0x_Y/s400/ingallsoutside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David S. Ingalls Rink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -David S. Ingalls Rink, a.k.a. Yale Whale serves as home to the men’s and women’s hockey teams.&lt;br /&gt;-The curved roof, which resembles the back of a whale, is one of the most defining features of the arena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScjDLlJGmEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/enG12Zw9LXk/s1600-h/ingallsoutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/ScjDLlJGmEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/enG12Zw9LXk/s1600-h/ingallsoutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-1226759436895384409?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/1226759436895384409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=1226759436895384409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1226759436895384409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1226759436895384409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/eero-saarinens-works.html' title='Eero Saarinen&apos;s Works'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sci_FIjCw8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/XkDI8vymQOc/s72-c/images.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-8925672264012310415</id><published>2009-03-21T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T04:07:47.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit FM- The Worst!</title><content type='html'>This morning, I was trying to tune in to Home Radio but I wasn't able to do  that because this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nation's worst FM station&lt;/span&gt;- Spirit FM- 'ate the signal.' Spirit FM, fyi, is Batangas official radio station.&lt;br /&gt; Our radio was an 'old school', you know, manual tuning. And what's even worse is I definitely hate the DJs there because they don't have any originality (actually, girl DJs are far much better than the guy ones). In fact, there was a time when a DJ, in the name of DJ Joseph (who I hate the most), mimics WRR's DJ Martin D.'s famous line. Moreover, DJ Joseph appeals to me as a 'plastic' one when he delivers his corny lines and jokes or when he talks to a listener on the other line. 'Plastic', I mean, is something that don't seem to be real. It's like he's reading a certain line and he finds it difficult to deliver it with the right emotion or feeling. Well, if the said DJ or his fans(if any), is reading this, if this may seem offensive, I don't care. To be straight with him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he doesn't fit to his job&lt;/span&gt;-he should stay away from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-8925672264012310415?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/8925672264012310415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=8925672264012310415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8925672264012310415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8925672264012310415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/spirit-fm-worst.html' title='Spirit FM- The Worst!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2456156425429218303</id><published>2009-03-19T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:36:33.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Architecture Student's Life</title><content type='html'>The life of an architecture is never easy and will never be easy. We've got to do floor plans and keep up with the ever-changing mood of our professor in our major subject.&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of revisions of my floor plan for Kindergarten and I'm quite unsatisfied with my final design, realizing that it should showcase the nursery, prep and kinder students. And the third classification of students have a diferrent furniture layout from the other two. It was told by a friend after her 30-minute defense of her final plate and I was,"Okay.", knowing that I can't change my floor plan anymore because it' already in ink.&lt;br /&gt;But what's really annoying is that I went early here in the library's drafting room completing the concept board, going to Beato Angelico Bldg. three hours ahead of my scheduled defense, only to find that it was postponed for tomorrow. And I keep asking our class president why gave a sudden change in schedule but her only answer was, "He likes to."&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing here is that I was able to have a sound sleep. I started as early as last Sunday because I'm not the kind of person who 'loves to cram' so it doesn't really seem so unfair. Actually, it's the thing that I hate the most  because I easily get upset and crazy when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything happens for a reason. I think I need to prepare for my 'speech'. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2456156425429218303?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2456156425429218303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2456156425429218303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2456156425429218303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2456156425429218303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/architecture-students-life.html' title='Architecture Student&apos;s Life'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-3914616651874343547</id><published>2009-03-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:54:52.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keywords</title><content type='html'>I was reading the keywords in my Google Analyitcs- Traffic Sources and I was glad that there are few people who were interested in an architecture student's life. The keyword was 'buhay arki'-there's only one visit but his average time on my site was 28 minutes and 24 seconds viewing 6 pages. I was really happy that someone is interested on that particular subject. Well, a perosn in such situation can fully describe and understand &lt;strong&gt;how it feels to be there&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our final examinations and tomorrow will be the day of my defense. Since last year, every third major plate of the second semester will be our final exam on &lt;strong&gt;Design&lt;/strong&gt; but we are obliged to defend it in front of our professor in such subject. Our third major plate this 2nd sem is about Kindergarten School and right now, I'm not yet through with architectural bay section (a section, usually drawn in a bigger scale, of one column to another showing the details of the 'most complicated' part of the building) and concept board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-3914616651874343547?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/3914616651874343547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=3914616651874343547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/3914616651874343547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/3914616651874343547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/keywords.html' title='Keywords'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-3755269716143530258</id><published>2009-03-11T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:32:42.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eero Saarinen: TWA Flight Center</title><content type='html'>'&lt;em&gt;...a building in which the architecture itself would express the drama and specialness and excitement of travel... a place of movement and transition... The shapes were deliberately chosen in order to emphasize an upward-soaring quality of line. We wanted an uplift.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Eero Saarinen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1962, the &lt;strong&gt;Trans World Airlines&lt;/strong&gt; (TWA) Flight Center at New York City's John F. Kennedy (former Idlewild) Airport opened. It was designed by a Finnish-born architect Eero Saarinen, son of Eliel Saarinen who was also an architect.&lt;br /&gt;The terminal was designed as a symbol of flight- abstract and does not literally represent a landing eagle as it has often been described. The terminal has been described as a "&lt;strong&gt;lyrical expression of the unified sculptural forms that could be created in reinforced concrete before the age of computer-aided design&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;But who would ever think that his concept would be a &lt;strong&gt;grapefruit&lt;/strong&gt;? Others think that a bird or a plane as a concept would best fit for an airport design but, according to him, he arrived at the building's evocative form one morning during breakfast, after flipping over a hollowed-out grapefruit rind and pressing down in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TWA management approached Saarinen for the following requirements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To upgrade Idlewild (now John F. Kennedy) Airport into a modern facility capable of handling the ever-increasing traffic into and out of New York.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To create a 'centralized plan' for the airport.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To create a strong corporate identities that would help capture the massive boom in air travel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;His primary objectives for the design of the terminal were:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To create a "distinctive and memorable" signature building for TWA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To "express the drama and specialness and excitement of travel"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Saarinen's desire to create a shopwpiece for TWA became important in the context of Idlewild's competitive architectural environment. He intuitively grasped the importance of the paired values and immersion. He took full advantage of the terminal's prominent and dramatic site, centering the arresting terminal on the apex of the airports looping access road. Saarinen gave a vibrant red interior wherein the travelers seem to be enveloped in a magnificant volume of limpid, free-flowing space and form."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The building and all its spaces and elements, make up a total environment where every detail belongs to the same family of forms. It is one instance of Saarinen's idea of the necessity of extending architecture to the total of physical surroundings and to design every object taking into account the way it relates to its neighbouring objects, small and large."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sources:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galinsky.com/buildings/twa/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.galinsky.com/buildings/twa/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helos.fi/saarinen/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.helos.fi/saarinen/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lamster, Mark. The TWA Terminal by Ezra Stroller. Introduction, pages 1,2,3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-3755269716143530258?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/3755269716143530258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=3755269716143530258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/3755269716143530258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/3755269716143530258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/eero-saarinen-twa-flight-center.html' title='Eero Saarinen: TWA Flight Center'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5996441999888505736</id><published>2009-03-10T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T03:05:42.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I</title><content type='html'>"For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith... not by works, so that no one can boast." -Ephesians 2:8-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered a very inspiring song of Casting Crowns- Who Am I. Few minutes ago, I was watching the video of that song and I found myself teary-eyed. Every word, every phrase and every line signifies something that's very important and inspiring. The message is basic but we sometimes (or most of the time) tend to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to recollect, this is the perfect song to do that. Even if you're in the noisiest and busiest place and you happen to hear and interpret this song, you'll find yourself asking if you've done something essential to God during the course of your life; you'll find yourself talking to you, asking lots of question. Then you'll get yourself cornered to a place wherein sometimes you don't want to go to that place for some reasons. Funny/Absurd but it is true.&lt;br /&gt;One needs to talk to Him sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours, I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin&lt;br /&gt;Would look on me with love and watch me rise again&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea&lt;br /&gt;Would call out through the rain&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5996441999888505736?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5996441999888505736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5996441999888505736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5996441999888505736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5996441999888505736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-4257339639296194997</id><published>2009-03-10T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:59:55.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposedly...</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to do our project in Theory of Architecture2 (TOA2) but I won't be able to do that now because I'm so busy with our report in Social Teachings of the Church, that is, about graft and corruption and how it is to be related to the encyclical &lt;em&gt;'Deus Caritas Est'&lt;/em&gt; written by Pope Benedict XVI. (Here's the link, by the way, to that encyclical: &lt;a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/encyclicals/documents/hf_ben-xvi_enc_20051225_deus-caritas-est_en.html"&gt;http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/encyclicals/documents/hf_ben-xvi_enc_20051225_deus-caritas-est_en.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I spent my whole time seeking for the books that would serve as reference for my TOA2 project but, unfortunately, I wasn't able to find them. God, what kind of library is this? On the online catalog, it says that the two books are available here in Humanities Section, but it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself dizzy trying my best to find those books and here I am, ending up with just talking to myself and to my blog, sharing what's happening to me right now and telling how unlucky I am this very moment. And the said encyclical is so long, I don't even want to try to look at the whole web page! Anyway, I somewhat know how to relate our report to that encyclical. By the way, I want to share this excerpt from &lt;em&gt;'Deus Caritas Est'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him” (&lt;a href="http://www.vatican.va/archive/ENG0839/__P12E.HTM"&gt;1 Jn 4:16&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;"We have come to believe in God's love: in these words the Christian can express the fundamental decision of his life. Being Christian is not the result of an ethical choice or a lofty idea, but the encounter with an event, a person, which gives life a new horizon and a decisive direction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message is great but, right now, I'm disturbed on how I will be able to finish all the projects, namely TOA2, History of Architecture2 AND SCL3, before Saturday. Lord, please help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-4257339639296194997?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/4257339639296194997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=4257339639296194997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/4257339639296194997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/4257339639296194997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/supposedly.html' title='Supposedly...'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2555253001383354175</id><published>2009-03-07T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:14:37.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Celeb Crushes</title><content type='html'>I have lots of celebrity crushes, but here I'm giving my top 3 korean celeb crushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SbNsuhNYHSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lmVItQEdjMs/s1600-h/jaejoong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SbNsuhNYHSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lmVItQEdjMs/s400/jaejoong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310707932044205346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jae Joong. He's a Korean performer/ singer. For me, he's the hottest guy in his group DBSK/ TVXQ. He's the ultimate bishounen I've ever seen. He has a 'look-alike' in the College of Architecture but not in an exact manner. The framing is looks the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SbNr4UzT6lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OIAH8eiKX4o/s1600-h/Hee+Chul+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SbNr4UzT6lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OIAH8eiKX4o/s400/Hee+Chul+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310707001000716882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Hee chul of Super Junior (aka SuJu). He's very funny. He doesn't know how to dance and doesn't know how to sing well but he definitely knows how to shout, esp. in the 'Don't Don'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SbNudUbuTpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wSMyU1s-buA/s1600-h/xiah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SbNudUbuTpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wSMyU1s-buA/s400/xiah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310709835580198546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we speak of talent in singing, Junsu of DBSK/TVXQ is on my list. He's got the best vocals and belongs to the best of singers in Korea. When you hear a DBSK song, he's the guy that 'bumibirit' (sorry, I don't know the english term for it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2555253001383354175?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2555253001383354175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2555253001383354175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2555253001383354175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2555253001383354175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/korean-celeb-crushes.html' title='Korean Celeb Crushes'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SbNsuhNYHSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lmVItQEdjMs/s72-c/jaejoong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-6434986573955770347</id><published>2009-03-07T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:40:19.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhay Arki</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that a college student especially an archi student. Well, as usual, kasama na dyan ang floor plans and mga kabarkada nito. But the thing na nakakainis sa buhay ng isang arki student ay yung mga minor subjects namin. Dahil sa mga minor subjects na yun, we arrived in this formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minor subjects= major problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, I'm not the one who invented that formula. Actually, naalala ko lang yan. Nakita ko yan sa dingding. Sa Beato Abgelico Building, hindi nakakapagtaka na may mga kung anu-anong nakasulat sa dingding, table, armchair, wall ng cubicle sa rest rooms at maging sa elevator. Ang nakaisip ng formula na yan is my former classmate na nasa Canada na ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's definitely right when he said that kasi, to tell you, ang life sa College of Architecture ay napaka-easy lang kung hindi pumapapel ang mga minor subjects, esp. Filipino subject. Thank God, wala na kaming subject na Filipino ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our major subject would be very easy if wala ang mga yan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-6434986573955770347?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/6434986573955770347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=6434986573955770347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6434986573955770347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6434986573955770347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/buhay-arki.html' title='Buhay Arki'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-7709336688856597643</id><published>2009-03-06T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T02:58:44.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Okay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking merely about the design project. I'm refering tothe whole time when we're together. But it's not gonna happen again. I'm giving this petty argument the chance to stay out of the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you the poem "What Poetry Does not Say". I mean, there are things that a writer doesn't want to put in his writing; he leaves the deeper meaning of what he wrote unto the reader's interpretation. And what I did is the same thing (in 'Just So You Know" specifically).&lt;br /&gt;Look (you know that I'm talking to you), &lt;strong&gt;the greatest lessons in life have more impact on a person if he learned it by himself and if he was able to go deep inside the innermost recesses of a soul.&lt;/strong&gt; And I'm telling you, if one will be able to do that, he'll never forget it for it'll always stay in his heart. And... you weren't able to do those two things I just mentioned. It's obvious in your &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;violent reactions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on my Chat Box and the things you said when we talked about it. You know- if I have to say this a million times, I will- I hate giving explanation to things that has a deep sense. It's kind of absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope, this will end up this nonsense argument! (Ang isang statement ay hindi magiging part ng argument kung hindi mali ang interpretation. Remember that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And please, if you have comments regarding my blog posts, don't put it in my CBox! Post it in the 'comment box.' Please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-7709336688856597643?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/7709336688856597643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=7709336688856597643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7709336688856597643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7709336688856597643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/fine.html' title='Fine!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5806968290424670601</id><published>2009-03-03T02:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T03:20:45.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So You Know</title><content type='html'>Just so you know... I'm starting to like that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since this is my blog, I'm free to post anything I want. This is one of my best outlets of all the stresses sa buhay and all the things na pinaniniwalaan ko (haba ng word na yun, ah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long introduction, I just want to say something. This is regarding the special people around me. Ah, actually, I want to confront her and say this but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Last last week, meron ako nakasabay kumain ng lunch. We're alone nun and di ko maalala kung bakit. So, there, we were eating our lunch and sa dinami-dami ng pinag-usapan namin, bigla 'kong naitanong sa kanya, &lt;strong&gt;'Naging close ba tayo?'&lt;/strong&gt;. But the girl na kausap ko, she said,&lt;strong&gt;'Ewan ko sa 'yo'&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, it wasn't a big deal naman eh. Nagjo-joke pa nga 'ko that time, eh. Pero few days after I asked her that, memories keep flashing back and I suddenly realized na hindi pala. What I mean is, we never got to the point na very 'intimate' ang friendship namin. I realized na naging close kami &lt;strong&gt;for the sake na may makasama lang sya.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't want to hurt her but that's what I think. You may say I'm kind of ma-drama. Yes, I may be like that, I may be a sensitive person, eh.., but what else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nowadays, meron syang bagong ka-close; and again I'm telling you, &lt;strong&gt;it isn't a big deal&lt;/strong&gt;. Now, the girl na ka-close nya ngayon is a staightforward-type of person; and more often than not, sinasadya nya yung ganong attitude. Ako, &lt;strong&gt;at times&lt;/strong&gt;, ganon. Depende pa rin yun sa mood ko. The girl na kinukwento ko senyo, she confronted me matagal na. She said na bawas-bawasan ko daw yung pagiging ganun ko, esp. sa kanya daw. Ako naman, naisip ko nun na baka there are times na hindi nya ma-gets yung point ko. And baka nai-interpret nya in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is what I want to tell you. Yung girl na ka-close nya ngayon, malimit na straightforward na most of the time eh obvious na nagiging&lt;strong&gt; tactless&lt;/strong&gt; na sya. Si girl naman na kinukwento ko senyo is always trying to understand her. I always hear her say 'Si ______ kasi yan'. Ako naman, minsan ko lang gawin yun (maging straightforward) to avoid hurting someone else, tapos pag nagawa ko(which at certain times nagiging ganun na pala ako, eh di ko pa alam), parang naiinis pa sya sa kin. What I mean is, yung friend nya na &lt;strong&gt;madalas&lt;/strong&gt; gawin yun,&lt;strong&gt; iniintndi&lt;/strong&gt; nya, ako na&lt;strong&gt; minsan&lt;/strong&gt; na lang gawin yun, &lt;strong&gt;di pa nya ko maintindihan,&lt;/strong&gt; or should I say, &lt;strong&gt;di nya ako iniintindi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; It isn't fair!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5806968290424670601?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5806968290424670601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5806968290424670601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5806968290424670601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5806968290424670601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just So You Know'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-946038306109494907</id><published>2009-03-03T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:02:56.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhay Arki: Ipinagpapatuloy...</title><content type='html'>Hindi masasabing &lt;strong&gt;Buhay Arki&lt;/strong&gt; ang buhay ng isang college student kung wala nito: &lt;strong&gt;floor plans, elevation, section, perspectives, theories on architecture, history of architecture&lt;/strong&gt;, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga bida sa puso't isipan ng mga arki students (kahit ayaw naming sila ang maging bida) ay mga &lt;strong&gt;floor plan&lt;/strong&gt;. Pero bago kasi kami maka-arrive sa floor plan, nakakailang revise kami ng schematic plan. Para sa kaalaman ng mga people na hindi part ng arki family, ang &lt;strong&gt;schematic plan&lt;/strong&gt; is a preliminary plan na walang wall thickness, walang furnitures and fixtures and the windows are indicated only by lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason kung bakit kailangan pa ng scheme is to present it to your professor para ma-criticize nya yung ginawa mo para ma-achieve mo ang &lt;strong&gt;'great design'.&lt;/strong&gt; So to other people out there who say na madali gumawa ng floor plan at maka-arrive sa isang great design, f*** up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-946038306109494907?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/946038306109494907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=946038306109494907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/946038306109494907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/946038306109494907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/buhay-arki-ipinagpapatuloy.html' title='Buhay Arki: Ipinagpapatuloy...'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-895493056545095078</id><published>2009-03-03T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T02:25:34.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annyong Haseyo!</title><content type='html'>Few minutes ago, I'm viewing the reports on my google analytics. I noticed that some of my visitors were directed to my blog because of my blog title. So to give them a little consideration, I'd like to explain my blog title (as well as my past blog titles). I forgot the first title, anyway, it isn't important anymore. However, I'd like to explain the second and the current titles (because I'm going to change it again).&lt;br /&gt;The second tilte was &lt;strong&gt;"Uhmm...Urghh..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite weird because it somewhat came out of randomness. Yeah, it seems like (and sounds like) it's random but it is not. Just so my visitors know, it came from a certain joke which I and my friend used to laugh at. I don't like to go with the finest details but that title came from our professor who, when you see him talk, seems like exercising his lips as well as his cheek muscles, which we think is funny.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, we made fun of him but my 'good conscience' got in the way so I stopped doing it.&lt;br /&gt;The 'uhmm' sound, to tell you, really came from my professor when he was criticizing my floor plan. The 'urghh' on the other hand is made out of randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current title (which I will change in the next few minutes) is a product of rush. I was with my friend the time I decided to change my blog title because it isn't pleasing to the ears. Then I asked her what's the good title then she gave me the &lt;strong&gt;'Annyong Haseyo' &lt;/strong&gt;right away. I, then, asked her what it means. She told me it's 'I love you' in Korean words. So, I said okay. Anyway, it's just a temporary title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the story behind. You know, everything happens for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-895493056545095078?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/895493056545095078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=895493056545095078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/895493056545095078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/895493056545095078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/annyong-haseyo.html' title='Annyong Haseyo!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-6006615429757761471</id><published>2009-03-01T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:46:28.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Name, Great Design</title><content type='html'>Our last major plate in Design4 is Kindergarten. The site is in Quezon City accessible via Commonwealth Avenue and Tandang Sora Avenue. The lot dimensions are 34.5 m by 40 m. At first, I thought it would be easy but I was mistaken because there a lot of space requirements in such a small lot. However, I was able to see an amazing and innovative design of Kindergarten in Maihara located in Shiga, Japan. Take a look at &lt;strong&gt;'Bubbletecture M'&lt;/strong&gt; designed by &lt;strong&gt;Shuhei Endo&lt;/strong&gt; (a Japanese architect) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapvMwD8yZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BoNRyUixDcQ/s1600-h/k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308177375660132754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapvMwD8yZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BoNRyUixDcQ/s400/k2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sapv1LJdStI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WKTlZ_WDjq0/s1600-h/k3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308178070125759186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/Sapv1LJdStI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WKTlZ_WDjq0/s400/k3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapwIjrUj6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/I18fAX2xCcE/s1600-h/k4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308178403127758754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapwIjrUj6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/I18fAX2xCcE/s400/k4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapwNsyWJgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nUM9nu7HiH8/s1600-h/k6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308178491472487938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapwNsyWJgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nUM9nu7HiH8/s400/k6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above pictures are the exterior perspectives, both aerial and man's eye view. If you notice, the roofing is unique. Actually, it's the frist time I've seen such roofing. If you will see Shuhei Endo's other works, you'll see the same roofing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are pictures of the interior. Notice the finishes. Everything you see inside is wood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapxV8XcTPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DkJs7dwklrg/s1600-h/k10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308179732605193458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapxV8XcTPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DkJs7dwklrg/s400/k10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapxZjjI17I/AAAAAAAAAEg/BxMA56cjLB4/s1600-h/k11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308179794662840242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapxZjjI17I/AAAAAAAAAEg/BxMA56cjLB4/s400/k11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapxewTUIZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OFyyM4A5So0/s1600-h/k13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308179883985478034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapxewTUIZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OFyyM4A5So0/s400/k13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapxmFp9aoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qc80vzcOnZ8/s1600-h/k15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308180009976687234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapxmFp9aoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qc80vzcOnZ8/s400/k15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next pics are the building's structure, sections and floor plan respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapzJvp66xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LX0vEYs9H-s/s1600-h/k21.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308181722057861906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapzJvp66xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LX0vEYs9H-s/s400/k21.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapzOrFkOCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lXRWcP3m_Rw/s1600-h/k19.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308181806730983458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapzOrFkOCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lXRWcP3m_Rw/s400/k19.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapzTIJdFUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iG_Rtw5J3Kc/s1600-h/k20.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308181883251397954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapzTIJdFUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iG_Rtw5J3Kc/s400/k20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sorry if the floor plan image is not clear. The original isn't like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-6006615429757761471?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/6006615429757761471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=6006615429757761471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6006615429757761471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6006615429757761471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-name-great-design.html' title='Funny Name, Great Design'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapvMwD8yZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BoNRyUixDcQ/s72-c/k2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-8927821820180679767</id><published>2009-03-01T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:07:42.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money versus Love</title><content type='html'>The Soul Siren Nina revealed on 'Showbiz News Ngayon' last Februrary 17 that she and her mom are filing an estafa case against her ex-boyfriend Nyoy Bolante and his mom becuase he still owes her P 1.4 million. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"His mom needed the money daw, pero siyempre hindi ko na inalam talaga kung saan gagamitin," Nina recalled. Nyoy allegedly borrowed money worth of P 600 000 from Nina and promised pay her a week after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyoy borrowed again on some occassions until it reached over a million.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapsG-eHGrI/AAAAAAAAADo/pigoQtioZpo/s1600-h/nina.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapsG-eHGrI/AAAAAAAAADo/pigoQtioZpo/s1600-h/nina.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapsS2mMcYI/AAAAAAAAADw/3GNH0bVrwFA/s1600-h/nina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308174181958709634" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapsS2mMcYI/AAAAAAAAADw/3GNH0bVrwFA/s400/nina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2007, Nina received a postdated check from Nyoy but when she brought it to the bank, it bounced. Then in 2008, Nyoy's camp signed an agreement stating that they will pay the amount they still owe in installment, that is, P 50 000 monthly. Nyoy managed to give Nina P 200 000 in cash as the first payment but the check (second payment) amounting P 20 000 bounced once again. Nina was kind of shocked because of that, knowing that the bounced check (for the second time around) would mean estafa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon, I watched 'The Buzz'. Boy Abunda advised people in such relationships that they should, as much as possible, avoid financial dealings. Kris Aquino laughingly added, 'Ang sa 'kin naman Boy, 'wag na lang silang mangutang, humingi na lang sila. Ruffa Gutierrez and Boy laughed at what she said but Kris somehow managed to convince her two co-hosts and the people in the studio that she's got a point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in SNN, when Nina was asked about the lesson she learned, she said,"Huwag magpautang and to love myself more than I love the person."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-8927821820180679767?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/8927821820180679767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=8927821820180679767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8927821820180679767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8927821820180679767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/03/money-versus-love.html' title='Money versus Love'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SapsS2mMcYI/AAAAAAAAADw/3GNH0bVrwFA/s72-c/nina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2221371667509432143</id><published>2009-02-24T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:42:06.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am...Sasha Fierce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's nice to know that Beyonce's third solo album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Am...Sasha Fierce&lt;/span&gt;, released in November by Columbia Records reached the top spot both in Billboard R&amp;amp;B/Hip-Hop Albums chart and Billboard Hot 200 Albums chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SaPOne-OCWI/AAAAAAAAADg/nd7scgA758I/s1600-h/beyonce-sasha.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SaPOne-OCWI/AAAAAAAAADg/nd7scgA758I/s400/beyonce-sasha.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306311963696826722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a fan like me, I consider seeing her performing on Oscar Awards' opening program a lucky shot. Upon watching Single Ladies' music video, I suddenly felt, faster than the speed of light,that I am her biggest fan!&lt;br /&gt;I like the steps on Single Ladies. How I wish God had given me such talent so I wouldn't be just a 'star under the shower.'&lt;br /&gt;I also love the lyrics of Listen. By the way, B's beautiful even in black blouse and jeans. She's terribly beautiful in such simple outfit! I remember when my friend sang that song in videoke in St. Thomas Square, very horrible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2221371667509432143?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2221371667509432143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2221371667509432143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2221371667509432143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2221371667509432143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-amsasha-fierce.html' title='I Am...Sasha Fierce'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SaPOne-OCWI/AAAAAAAAADg/nd7scgA758I/s72-c/beyonce-sasha.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5199118226169967936</id><published>2009-02-17T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:46:07.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Love Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I still love the boy band Blue. I still love their voices, the way they sing and everything about them. I love Simon Webbe, Antony Costa and Lee Ryan. I hate to admit it but I don't like Duncan James. Sorry. Here's their pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZuRmdWRgKI/AAAAAAAAADU/emZS9pPRg3c/s1600-h/blue_boy_band_and_pepsi_cola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZuRmdWRgKI/AAAAAAAAADU/emZS9pPRg3c/s400/blue_boy_band_and_pepsi_cola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303993076057997474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I suddenly remember their song titled 'Best in Me'. I love the musicality of that song. It's one of my all-time favorites. The strum of the acoustic guitar and the snap are very ear-catching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5199118226169967936?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5199118226169967936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5199118226169967936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5199118226169967936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5199118226169967936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-still-love-them.html' title='I Still Love Them'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZuRmdWRgKI/AAAAAAAAADU/emZS9pPRg3c/s72-c/blue_boy_band_and_pepsi_cola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-997512773040211935</id><published>2009-02-11T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:49:49.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love it!</title><content type='html'>Here are the cute, yummy houses made of biscuits from Korea. I received these pictures yesterday from Green Architects, an online Yahoo! group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOHVI1mCZI/AAAAAAAAACM/3H2xYtgqunk/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOHVI1mCZI/AAAAAAAAACM/3H2xYtgqunk/s400/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301729983564482962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above are typical houses you can find in tropical countries like Philippines and Indonesia, particularly in Bali. If that thing is placed in our house, red ants will have their own house and food at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOIVLd1FxI/AAAAAAAAACU/TeAp-cA6m10/s1600-h/download2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOIVLd1FxI/AAAAAAAAACU/TeAp-cA6m10/s400/download2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301731083781740306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uhmm, the second one resembles a high-rise building. The round biscuits, I don't know what its brand name- seems like Fita with strawberry filling. Those cute biscuits (Are those biscuits?) that appear in pink and white are like entourage, but I don't know if it's tree or human entourage. Definitely not a vehicle entourage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOJ2zyMLjI/AAAAAAAAACc/xeVVIAtR_SI/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOJ2zyMLjI/AAAAAAAAACc/xeVVIAtR_SI/s400/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301732761051868722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new in this picture. They are still biscuits, of course. They luckily exist there to perform as trees to give life to the  surrounding buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOLITlu7QI/AAAAAAAAACk/vavT1hWagPc/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOLITlu7QI/AAAAAAAAACk/vavT1hWagPc/s400/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301734161158958338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one resembles a Persian gateway; now that's HOA1 (History of Architecture1)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOLvjDZsuI/AAAAAAAAACs/laAAsKbQUvk/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOLvjDZsuI/AAAAAAAAACs/laAAsKbQUvk/s400/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301734835324826338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there's a pyramid in the middle of an ancient town. It's very historic in appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOMVl9Ts3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/oQEs4K2werQ/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOMVl9Ts3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/oQEs4K2werQ/s400/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301735488939602802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my favorite picture. Obviously, it is a doll house made of biscuits. Honestly, this doll house is more beautiful than mine. I like its interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZONEAnwH7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DHJpq4TGRjk/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZONEAnwH7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DHJpq4TGRjk/s400/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301736286370930610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic!&lt;br /&gt;The creator of this model showed how hardworking and patient he was! Look, it's so small. A very painstaking task, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZONpqUt8EI/AAAAAAAAADE/w0nj6p7-YwU/s1600-h/download2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZONpqUt8EI/AAAAAAAAADE/w0nj6p7-YwU/s400/download2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301736933220544578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love this. The roofing is in the style of Japanese. It's cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-997512773040211935?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/997512773040211935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=997512773040211935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/997512773040211935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/997512773040211935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-it.html' title='I Love it!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SZOHVI1mCZI/AAAAAAAAACM/3H2xYtgqunk/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-4934176812360061325</id><published>2009-02-11T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:44:28.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's My Gift?</title><content type='html'>I'd been counting the days and weeks since Aldred promised me to give the present as part of the exchange gift of our Christmas Party. I also started counting the seem-to-never-end &lt;em&gt; 'Next week, next week. Promise.&lt;/em&gt;'-statement since the start of class, that is, the first week of January (God! Anong petsa na?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he'll be able to give that gift on Valentine's Day (Oh! How sweet!). Well, I can't deny the fact that he's good-looking but I am kind of turned-off because he can't keep his promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he'll give me a Teddy Bear. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-4934176812360061325?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/4934176812360061325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=4934176812360061325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/4934176812360061325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/4934176812360061325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/02/wheres-my-gift.html' title='Where&apos;s My Gift?'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-408955977082423476</id><published>2009-02-04T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:04:35.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool!</title><content type='html'>After cheking messages in my Yahoo!Mail, I found two amazing buildings. I also realized that Green Architects, an online group, is much better than Talkin' About Architecture, also an online group.&lt;br /&gt;Green Architects' founder and members are both willing to give information and daily news about the latest happenings in the world of architecture. On the other hand, Talkin' about Architecture; yes, it also provides infos, but the members are more concern of themselves. All of their messages are questions. And the founder isn't as active as the former group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I told you earlier, I found interesting buildings or structures.&lt;br /&gt;First is the Public Toilets. If you wish to see it, because I do not have the picture, please click the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coolboom.net/architecture/public-toilets-by-todd-saunders-tommie-wilhelmsen/"&gt;http://coolboom.net/architecture/public-toilets-by-todd-saunders-tommie-wilhelmsen/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is a residential building by Architect Claudio Vilarinho. Follow the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Green_Architects/message/1954"&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Green_Architects/message/1954&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*If the second link doesn't bring you to the site, then there's nothing I can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-408955977082423476?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/408955977082423476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=408955977082423476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/408955977082423476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/408955977082423476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/02/cool.html' title='Cool!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2943117011986372051</id><published>2009-01-30T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:42:28.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day Keeps Laughter Millimeters Away</title><content type='html'>Here we go again. After several weeks without 'Word of the Day', I now formally announce that it has come back! Right here, right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is the word of the day: &lt;strong&gt;OVERPROTECTED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Once more, Krizzzia has proven that she is still the &lt;strong&gt;'Queen of Quotable Quotes'&lt;/strong&gt; (triple Q)!&lt;br /&gt;Once more, she made my tummy as big as Snorlax's (Pokemon) because of the air I inhaled while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about the black cycling she borrowed from me yesterday until randomness brought us to the topic regarding her lola (grandmother). I couldn't remember the exact detail, I mean the things we talked about, before she said that qoutable qoute. But I could still picture her face clearly when she said that. She looked serious (while doing the detail of kitchen in BT2) when she said,'Yung lola ko kasi is OVERPROTECTED'.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I heard the word in upper case letters, I replayed in my mind how her lips moved when she uttered the word though I was certain I heard it accurately. I was kind of puzzled so I said, 'Di ba dapat overprotective yun?'&lt;br /&gt;After saying that, I looked at Paola who was sitting at my right, figuring out if she heard what Krizzia had said. Good thing she did hear it. I noticed it when she started to laugh. Clarice also laughed when she knew that. Krizzia I think was quite embarassed, aware of her mistake.&lt;br /&gt;She asked us what's the difference between overprotected and overprotective. Paola said overprotected is 'para sa sarili' while overprotective is 'para sa ibang tao' (if I wasn't mistaken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't easily get over with things like that. Until now, it still has the same effect on me just like the first time I heard it- OVERPROTECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of safeguard commrecial: &lt;strong&gt;Use safeguard for 24-hour 'overprotection' laban sa skin germs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*So, to Krizzia, read this 'cause this is for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2943117011986372051?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2943117011986372051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2943117011986372051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2943117011986372051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2943117011986372051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-of-day-keeps-laughter-millimeters.html' title='Word of the Day Keeps Laughter Millimeters Away'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-7468363403094648366</id><published>2009-01-26T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:12:19.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Talk to Remember</title><content type='html'>Last  night, I talked to my uncle about my worries (if you read my blog 'Need A Therapist', you know what I mean). Not just that. I told him my problem in academics, problem in our house (I'm not referring to our house, literally, I'm talking about my mom). I told him the things that were 'eating' me. I nearly cried, but I tried my best to fight back the tears because I didn't want him or my aunt to see me crying. My voice was trembling because of I felt the lump on my throat. And I got frequent pauses because I didn't want him to notice that. He, in return, gave me pieces of advice, gave reasons why such things happen and told me to widen up my understanding a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I told him all of it. I made sure that I didn't miss a thing. And it made me feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that if you tell someone your problems, it lightens up your load.&lt;br /&gt;I feel relieved... I'm floating in the air!&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-7468363403094648366?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/7468363403094648366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=7468363403094648366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7468363403094648366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7468363403094648366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/talk-to-remember.html' title='A Talk to Remember'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-7891312873118009010</id><published>2009-01-26T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:56:33.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Some Corrections...</title><content type='html'>To my readers, there's a typo error in my blog- 'Need A Therapist'. It should be this way: We talk of everything under the sun.Sorry, I was a bit tired and sleepy when I typed it tha's why I didn't see the error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And to Pampam, thanks for the comment. With that (your comment I mean), you are now the therapist I'm referring. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-7891312873118009010?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/7891312873118009010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=7891312873118009010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7891312873118009010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7891312873118009010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-some-corrections.html' title='I Have Some Corrections...'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-1939226703914989813</id><published>2009-01-26T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:41:46.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me About Suju Fans and I Will Tell You the Arnis Girls!</title><content type='html'>Something exciting happened few hours ago. Pampam and Katkat (I love the rhyme) were  telling me that the girls in Arnis uniform beside us were the girls they met in Santorini (did I spell it correctly?), a restaurant 'specialized' in Korean cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two girls are fans of Super Junior and DBSK and are members of ELF Philippines and the other fans club of DBSK . They are Hannah (Commerce) and Nikki (CFAD). Well, I find Nikki sociable, funny, very expressive of her feeilings just like Katkat while Hannah is more of a conservative type-Pampam said she's a girl ' na nasa loob ang kulo' (I agree). She doesn't talk much, only when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them told us about their favorite member of Suju and we did the same- of course, I told them I liked Kim Hee-chul. They also shared their Korean crushes in CFAD. It's amazing that they knew their crushes' names. Uhmm, I like the guy (Korean) who were watching us while measuring the length of the field, &lt;strong&gt;'the spectator'&lt;/strong&gt; I told them. And I found out that Hannah had the same feelings for him, she said,'Bakit s'ya pa?'. &lt;strong&gt;But I was surprised&lt;/strong&gt;- kind of 'huh?'- when Nikki said she liked the Korean guy who was &lt;strong&gt;'maangas'&lt;/strong&gt; (sorry, I don't know the english term). And there was Katkat bursting out the &lt;strong&gt;'kilig to the bones'&lt;/strong&gt; feeling because that guy was also her crush, though in my opinion he's not... uhmm, charming; you know, not desrving of my 'kilig' expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, before the sharing, we approached two Korean girls (I think they're course is IND). Getting tired of their awkwardness, or should I say, preparation, I approached the girl in front of me and said Nikki wanted to ask something. And that was the start of a little conversation. Have you seen Suju in person?... Who's your favorite Suju member? (The other Korean girl said, 'All of them!')...Do you know that they will be coming here in the Philippines?... Those were the questions until the girls went to Beato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting them is fun. Although I'm&lt;strong&gt; not yet&lt;/strong&gt; a member of ELF Philippines, I can relate to them. I should be a member as soon as possible! I'm getting excited on Suju's tour in the Philippines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-1939226703914989813?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/1939226703914989813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=1939226703914989813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1939226703914989813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1939226703914989813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/tell-me-about-suju-fans-and-i-will-tell.html' title='Tell Me About Suju Fans and I Will Tell You the Arnis Girls!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5448963350767821020</id><published>2009-01-26T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:55:12.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo's Cocoon Tower</title><content type='html'>Kenzo Tange's Mode Gakuen Cocoon is completed in October. It stands in the district of Nishi-Shinjuku, a place of distinctive high-rise buildings. Having cocoon as it concept, the Tower has become the symbol of innovation in educational design. Tokyo Mode Gakuen (fashion), HAL Tokyo (IT and digital contents) and Shuto Iko (medical treatments and care) are the schools found inside this 50-level building. It can hold as much as 10 000 students and has a 3-storey high atrium called the 'student lounge'. It is awarded as the Skyscraper of the Year by Emporis.&lt;br /&gt;To learn more of Kenzo Tange's Mode Gakuen Cocoon, follow this link: &lt;a href="http://www.worldarchitecturenews.com/index.php?fuseaction=wanappln.projectview&amp;amp;upload_id=10970"&gt;http://www.worldarchitecturenews.com/index.php?fuseaction=wanappln.projectview&amp;amp;upload_id=10970&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5448963350767821020?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5448963350767821020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5448963350767821020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5448963350767821020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5448963350767821020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/tokyos-cocoon-tower.html' title='Tokyo&apos;s Cocoon Tower'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-7963981572715503276</id><published>2009-01-26T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:26:58.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a Therapist</title><content type='html'>I wish things in my life could change right here, right now. I wish I could free myself from worries. But all of those were only wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God! I want a life that is carefree!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm tired of thinking how to get rid of my problems. But I just can't avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine always tell me I shouldn't consume my mind thinking of them and just be happy. Probably she's right. However, I can't be happy if there are still unsolved problems. Being joyful, I think, is but an escape. But I thank her for giving me such advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm worried of my cousin. She's close to me. We always talk of everything under the of our views in life and our plans in the future.&lt;br /&gt;But last last night after school, she didn't talk to me. She got cold (if you know what I mean) and I'm not&lt;em&gt; 'manhid'&lt;/em&gt; not to recognize that. I told her about Katkat's jokes but didn't give a damn. She acted like she didn't care about it and pretended she heard nothing at all. That &lt;strong&gt;annoyed&lt;/strong&gt; me. I was (and still am) &lt;strong&gt;very upset&lt;/strong&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;Ive got a share of problems in school and it seems like she wants to add up in my burden. And I really, really hate it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-7963981572715503276?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/7963981572715503276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=7963981572715503276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7963981572715503276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7963981572715503276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/need-therapist.html' title='Need a Therapist'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-4265037679106541985</id><published>2009-01-23T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:18:07.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhmmm...</title><content type='html'>About my post just a while ago, the 'American Idol Fevah!', I just don't think there's something worth remembering regarding last night, that's why I don't know have an idea to share to you. I just want to post the title alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-4265037679106541985?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/4265037679106541985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=4265037679106541985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/4265037679106541985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/4265037679106541985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/uhmmm_23.html' title='Uhmmm...'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5003011073945336932</id><published>2009-01-23T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:13:23.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Fevah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5003011073945336932?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5003011073945336932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5003011073945336932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5003011073945336932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5003011073945336932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/american-idol-fevah.html' title='American Idol Fevah!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-3816262152262236235</id><published>2009-01-21T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:24:54.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got A Problem, Dude...</title><content type='html'>Obviously, the topic is about my problem, &lt;strong&gt;academics&lt;/strong&gt; to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was so depressed. I got low grades; well, a passing grade but still not satisfactory. It's not that low, you know. It's just that I feel like I didn't get what I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was expecting a higher grade, higher than what I got today.&lt;br /&gt;I always give &lt;strong&gt;my best shot&lt;/strong&gt;, you know, but definitely not&lt;strong&gt; my all&lt;/strong&gt; (I guess). But it always ends up in a grade which I believe isn't enough to hold my head up high; and I think it isn't fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay up late at night thinking what's the best design or architectural solution;  talk to different architects, even to your co-students, to criticize your schematic plan; research about famous architects to know how they made a great floor plan or solution, et cetera, et cetera. I mean you do all that stuff but you're not getting the grade that you think you deserve. And that's what I feel today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pressured, honestly. And I really don't like this feeling. It's eating me, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the optimism that keeps me going. But as the day passes by, I am getting frustrated about academics and I think optimism is just an escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;I always keep in mind that I am a scholar and a failing grade in one subject will mean no more footprints on the grounds of UST, no more footprints on the floors of Beato Angelico Building. That's my motivation. However, because of that thinking, I came up asking myself if being an architect ws really my &lt;strong&gt;'calling'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I gave God a condition, i.e., I will give my best (actually, I'm already giving my best). But if I still fail, it will mean that God has a better plan for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-3816262152262236235?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/3816262152262236235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=3816262152262236235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/3816262152262236235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/3816262152262236235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/got-problem-dude.html' title='Got A Problem, Dude...'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2384006709585463816</id><published>2009-01-19T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:25:30.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ameican Idol Fever</title><content type='html'>Uhmmm. Nag-start na ang Americal Idol Season 8. And now, there are four judges. And the lucky girl na napasama sa mga dating judges is no other than &lt;strong&gt;KARA DIOGUARDI&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;She's beautiful. She's got a nice hair. Well, mas bagay sa kanya 'pag curly yung hair nya. Lalo syang gumaganda! Parang napaglumaan tuloy si Paula Abdul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, may mga nag-o-audition na hindi magagaling. Pero they think na sobrang galing nila kumanta kaya magagalit sila pag di nila nakuha ang golden ticket to Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;I have here the top four persons na nag-audition sa Americal Idol who I remember the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Girl in the Bikini&lt;/strong&gt;. Yep. Believe it or not, merong girl na nag-audition na naka-two piece. And she caught Simon's attention; you could see it in his eyes. The girl judges were stunned by her 'gimik'. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;                  She sang Mariah Carey's Vision of Love. And Simon, in a matter of seconds, decided to give her a chance to Hollywood. And here's Kara who said that what she did isn't any good. So, she sang Vision of Love (I think in a better way). And then, this 'Bikini girl' (from the Blue Corner) said that what Kara did isn't any better. So Kara (from the Red Corner), threw the paper she's holding (which made her cute) and stood up. And Paula Abdul got up from her chair and she repeated what the contestant had said (uhmm.. kind of referee). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paula asks what Randy's decision is; he said yes. Kara was of course shocked. And then Paula also said yes and that stopped the fight. The Bikini girl got the golden ticket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     2.  &lt;strong&gt;The Beautiful Girl&lt;/strong&gt;. There was this beautiful girl who auditioned. I forgot what she sang but I definitely didn't want to know. She's beautiful so the judges expected a lot from her, you know, a full package. She started singing...And...And...And all the thing I could remember was when Simon rolled his eyes and the other judges were laughing and smiling. Simon said that she's like a cat who jumped out of the Empire State Building. And (according to Simon) her voice was like the sound of that cat before it hit the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Obviously, it wasn't good. The expected full package turned out into 'fool package'!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   3. &lt;strong&gt;Micheal Castro&lt;/strong&gt;. Off all the people who auditioned, his name was the only name I could recall. He was Jason Castro's brother. Well, if you watched American Idol Season 8, he's the guy in dreadlocks with a very powerful charming looks. Micheal, on the other hand, (for me) is also cute but not as charming as his brother. There are a lot of differences between them. Jason preferred reggae while Micheal preferred rock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He (Micheal) has a longer and higher voice range than Jason. And I find him (Micheal) more interesting because of that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    4. &lt;strong&gt;The Geek Guy&lt;/strong&gt;. A guy wearing a long sleeve polo and shorts entered the audition hall. Well, he looked like a geek. I think, based on his appearance, he's not a pure American. He doesn't look like an American. He looked more of a Middle-East Asian, you know, big round eyes &amp;amp; big nose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when he started singing, the judges were stunned because his voice was very soothing. It sounded like Boys2Men. In fact, he sang a Boys2Men's song. But Paula suggested he should also focus on stage presence particularly about the outfit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; He got 4 yes'es and the golden ticket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2384006709585463816?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2384006709585463816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2384006709585463816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2384006709585463816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2384006709585463816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/ameican-idol-fever.html' title='Ameican Idol Fever'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-8507501648680928933</id><published>2009-01-19T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:21:42.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhay Arki: Exam</title><content type='html'>Whether prelim, finals or quiz, meron silang common denominator. Pagkalabas mo ng room where you took your exam at may nakita kang classmate, eto ang kasunod: It's either ikaw or yung classmate mo ang mag-i-start ng conversation about the exam: the questions and your answers, tapos iko-compare nyo pa (answers). You'll discuss na yung questions are (for example) paulit-ulit, di mo sure kaya nag-ala 'Madame Auring' ka, pinag-aralan mo pero di ka pa rin sure sa answer mo and a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, yung kausap mo is hindi sure sa sagot nya, esp. sa Math (kahit anong branch ng Math), and then you say na dapat 'ganito, ganyan' ang ginawa nya. And sya naman is getting nervous and histerical sa magiging result ng exam nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron pang situation na paulit-ulit pero it seems like di nakakasawa.&lt;br /&gt;The situation is regarding pa rin sa exam but this time, prior sa exam.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, meron sa tabi-tabi na mag-a-angas na he studied the lectures. Ikaw naman, you're gonna tell na 'buti pa sya kasi nakapag-aral sya and ikaw hinde. And then you'll tell him the reason you weren't able to study your lectures and handouts. &lt;strong&gt;So, the same process and panorama&lt;/strong&gt;: You'll get your &lt;strong&gt;mahiwagang notebook and/or paper&lt;/strong&gt; kung sa'n nakasulat ang lectures mo and your &lt;strong&gt;shining and crumpled handouts&lt;/strong&gt; na parang pinaglumaan na ng panahon dahil basta na lang mai-suksok sa bag...&lt;br /&gt;And you're going to bow your  head... and... read... and...read...&lt;strong&gt;And poof&lt;/strong&gt;! Your proctor, coming out of nowhere, is right in front of you. And you will read as fast as you can and ipinapasok mo sa utak mo yung ideas kahit wala na'ng gusto pumasok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's funny because it happens again and again but it's not satiating. Actually, nakakatawa pa nga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-8507501648680928933?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/8507501648680928933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=8507501648680928933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8507501648680928933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8507501648680928933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/buhay-arki-exam.html' title='Buhay Arki: Exam'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-816140901872873911</id><published>2009-01-15T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:53:01.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dito Kami Kila Em!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-816140901872873911?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/816140901872873911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=816140901872873911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/816140901872873911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/816140901872873911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/dito-kami-kila-em.html' title='Dito Kami Kila Em!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-8430887194462247321</id><published>2009-01-13T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:28:34.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day!</title><content type='html'>And now, as I promise, meron na namang word of the day ako na na-monitor kanina lang 3:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;And the word of the day is 'BURGERAN'.&lt;br /&gt;Kelangan basahin in a Filipino way yung word, parang promdi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kami makapag-decide kung saan kakain and kung ano yung kakainin namin. Ako, gusto ko ng rice, yung iba ayaw ng rice, yung iba gusto ng siomai. At eto namang si Katkat, emerging from the darkness, biglang nagsalita ng, &lt;strong&gt;'Kain na lang tayo sa BURGERAN!' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, kami naman, &lt;strong&gt;lol &lt;/strong&gt;kasi sinabi nya yun in a way na parang walang poise. Parang promdi lang talaga, super! Parang isang nilalang na nagmula sa isang malayong bundok na bagong tapak sa Manila and hindi alam kung pano i-pronounce ng tama yung 'BURGERAN'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pero, hindi kami kumain ng burger. We end up eating sa St. Thomas Square (na napagkamalan pa ni Krizzia na St. Francis Square) na malapit sa UST.&lt;br /&gt;Si Krizzia, kumain ng siomai and cheese ice cream. Si Pampam and Clarice kumain ng siomai and blueberry ice cream. Si Katkat naman, mas piniling mag- Rice-in-a-box (pero do naman nya naubos) and blueberry ice cream. I ate siomai (shrimp), chocolate ice cream and C2. Kayalang, pag nag-burp ako, di maganda yung feeling. 'Summation" ng lahat ng ininom and kinain ko yung 'aroma'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-8430887194462247321?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/8430887194462247321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=8430887194462247321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8430887194462247321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8430887194462247321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-of-day_13.html' title='Word of the Day!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-6507466985574428827</id><published>2009-01-13T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:54:37.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhay- Arki: Ang Simula</title><content type='html'>Well, ang college life ay laging nag-i-start s eiter wala kang kilala or may 1 or 2 kang kakilala, kaya naman mas interesting pa ang first few weeks ng first sem ng first year kasi your getting to know each other pa lang. And after nyong magkakilala, I'm sure na kahit magkakasama kayo sa isang section, madi-divide kayo sa several groups. Sa section namin merong six groups, namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the rich kids- eto yung people na, sa side ng nagtitipid, mga medyo impractical, if you know what I mean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the chinese kids- obviously, they are chinese girls and boys na you can consider as rich people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the DOTA boys- yes, they are purely boys. sila yung mahilig, or should I say, addict sa DOTA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the chinese girls- oops, don't be mistaken, not all of us are chinese. Actually, isa na lang ang chinese sa 'min and di rin kami puro girls because meron 1 boy na naligaw, emerging from the darkness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the IRREG guys- sila naman ang guys na irregular students.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the yosi boys- nafo-form lang ang group na 'to 'pag may smoke session sila sa labas ng UST, they come from other groups also; nag-crossover lang sila.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the powerpuff girls- before, 3 lang sila. Ngayon, 4 na; with 2 chinese and 2 filipinos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the squatters- eto naman ang guys (I don't know if there's a girl) na di mo mawari kung saang group talaga kasama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yun ang groups sa section lang namin. Next time ko na lang i-po-post yung mismong buhay sa arki. Sa ngayon, introduction lang muna.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-6507466985574428827?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/6507466985574428827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=6507466985574428827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6507466985574428827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6507466985574428827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/buhay-arki-ang-simula.html' title='Buhay- Arki: Ang Simula'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-1917277089747791787</id><published>2009-01-10T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:07:32.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Teeth</title><content type='html'>Before I start, you should sing first. Below are the lyrics you should use. Use the tune of 'Yeah' (Intro) by Usher.&lt;br /&gt;Two teeth...&lt;br /&gt;Two teeth...&lt;br /&gt;Two teeth...&lt;br /&gt;Two teeth...&lt;br /&gt;Dumating na si Two Teeth&lt;br /&gt;Lumabas ang ngipin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinwento ko kasi yung story about that song sa mga friendships ko kaninang morning. The story is about a girl na ka- YFC ng kuya ko. The thing kasi na mapapansin mo ka'gad pag nag-smile na sya is yung upper front teeth daw nya kasi dalawa lang yun.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya yung mga kakilala ng brother ko, nag-compose ng song, exclusively para sa girl na yun. And that song is yung nasa 'taas.&lt;br /&gt;They're so mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-1917277089747791787?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/1917277089747791787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=1917277089747791787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1917277089747791787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1917277089747791787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-teeth.html' title='Two Teeth'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5827522008033137943</id><published>2009-01-10T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:41:23.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>Today will be the start of recording &lt;strong&gt;'Word of the Day'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I will tell you the word that I will always remember. Of course, there's a lot of words to be remembered but surely there will be a certain word that will always haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, the word of the day is '&lt;strong&gt;fishnet&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;We all know that fishnet is a material with an open, diamond shaped knit often used as stockings, tights and bodystockings, that is, according to &lt;strong&gt;wikipedia&lt;/strong&gt;, the&lt;strong&gt; free encyclopedia. &lt;/strong&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not after the meaning anyway. Just a sort of introduction.&lt;br /&gt;So, how did I come up with such word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handball kasi ang P.E. ni Paola, Krizzia, Katkat and Clarice and all of them is in the yellow team. Kayalang pangit yung tela ng P.E. uniform nila, parang mosquito net. Eh yellow pa naman yung color so parang 'see through'. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Tapos magkasama kami ni Pam sa Tan Yan Kee (Katkat's favorite building sa UST). Bago mag-close yung door ng elevator, may nakita ako na guy na naka- handball uniform na yellow. So, sinabi ko kay Pam na ang pangit nung tela ng uniform nila, parang fishnet kaya kita yung underwear nung guy. Accident na nasabi ko fishnet, instead of mosqiuto net.&lt;br /&gt;Medyo corny yung story pero &lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt; kami ni Pam sa loob ng elevator. Wahaha, if you were there, tatawa din kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang. That's the word of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5827522008033137943?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5827522008033137943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5827522008033137943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5827522008033137943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5827522008033137943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-3440103537557782436</id><published>2009-01-10T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:18:14.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhmmm...</title><content type='html'>Dun nga pala sa mga nakabasa ng 'A Glimpse of the Past', I just want to say na hindi yung mother ko yung namatay. It's my grandmother; actually, younger sister ng lola ko. Sorry kung naging mali yung interpretation nyo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-3440103537557782436?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/3440103537557782436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=3440103537557782436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/3440103537557782436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/3440103537557782436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/uhmmm.html' title='Uhmmm...'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-8983850977638901564</id><published>2009-01-05T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:35:41.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last!</title><content type='html'>I'm here in the library and I'm so happy and grateful because I've finally borrowed 'A Walk to Remember' written by Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally!!! It's now on my hands!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the book is dedicated to his sister, Dana, who died of brain tumor several years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Sparks had written the book while Dana was still alive. But, if I'm not mistaken, she didn't want to read the book that time because she didn't want to know the story's ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, I'm currently reading Mitch Albom's 'The Five People You Meet in Heaven'. He's also the author of 'Tuesdays with Morrie'. The former gives you a different perspective of the afterlife. It's dedicated to his Uncle Eddie.&lt;br /&gt;The story was about an old man named Eddie who worked in the Ruby Pier as a maintenance. He died because of saving a girl.&lt;br /&gt;And from his death, a long journey of meeting five people; some are his friends, some are strangers; has begun, each of them has something to teach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-8983850977638901564?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/8983850977638901564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=8983850977638901564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8983850977638901564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/8983850977638901564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-last.html' title='At Last!'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-1017887431591196181</id><published>2008-12-27T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:53:23.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Force</title><content type='html'>Special force, an online game, has been the cause of noisy computer shops here in Lipa City. SF addicts keep laughing out loud, cursing and saying 'vovo' (bobo) to each other. It's like counter strike but I think it's more interesting....uhmmm.... &lt;strong&gt;to watch&lt;/strong&gt; because I'm not &lt;em&gt;'in' &lt;/em&gt;to computer games. I'm not addicted to them.&lt;br /&gt;While watching my brother Paeng playing SF, I find myself laughing with him-within a couple of minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-1017887431591196181?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/1017887431591196181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=1017887431591196181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1017887431591196181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1017887431591196181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/12/special-force.html' title='Special Force'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-1797633732652197065</id><published>2008-12-27T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:30:28.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPLAN: Linis- Inbox</title><content type='html'>I deleted all the unnecessary mails in my inbox (in my email). My highschool classmates seemed like they all have lots of time sending me some friendster fan profiles and applicatons. I absolutely abhor messages that starts with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your friends want to share application with you...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your friends want to share fan profiles with you...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But wait there's more! A few months ago, I joined an online group "Talkin' About Architecture" because I thoughht it would help me in my studies. Since then, they've been sending me all those questions (purely questions!) about this and that. Actually, one email threatens me that if I won't be able to reply on some of the questions sent to me, a member will delete my membership! Gosh! Then do so! I don't care at all! They're just filling my inbox with trash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-1797633732652197065?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/1797633732652197065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=1797633732652197065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1797633732652197065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/1797633732652197065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/12/oplan-linis-inbox.html' title='OPLAN: Linis- Inbox'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2919655924553065635</id><published>2008-12-21T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:40:05.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas Sparks</title><content type='html'>'Three Weeks with My Brother' is all about Nicholas Sparks'(one of my favorite authors) and Micah Sparks'(his brother) travel to Latin America, Europe and Asia. He (Nicholas) also narrates the story of his life and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about Nicholas Sparks' life is the three statements his mother used to say. Here are those:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) That's your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) What you want and what you get are usually two entirely different things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) No one ever said that life is fair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he never win an argument with his mother. He even tell the same thing to his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't summarize the book here in my blog- better read the book because it's very inspiring. You might be able to realize the things you should&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; appreciate more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2919655924553065635?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2919655924553065635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2919655924553065635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2919655924553065635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2919655924553065635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/12/nicholas-sparks.html' title='Nicholas Sparks'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2071272346489091261</id><published>2008-12-15T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:03:58.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hurts</title><content type='html'>We had our second and final trip for NSTP- CWTS last Sunday, this time, in NTA, Montalban, Rizal. That time, we're with Archi-3. That's the section of my former crush (I guess). We didn't plant trees or any landscaping, instead, we were assigned to adopt a child for one day and make him/her happy; which I thought was quite boring and uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;But as the day passed on, I realized that it makes also you happy when you let someone feel the same way. I prefered adopting a boy rather than a girl because, you know, girls(esp. children) were moody and hard to understand. The little boy's name was John Troy. I forgot his surname. He's 10 years old and currently a fourth grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're with Archi-3, I saw my former cush and her friends. Of course, she seemed very happy and energetic even though we were not yet beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I could see her glancing at me even if I wasn't looking directly at her. I thought she would come near to me and approach me about the 'texting' last week but I was wrong. I waited for her at least to say 'hi' but I just disappointed myself.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, I was with Clarice. I texted her (my former crush) and asked about CWTS activity. But she didn't reply. I waited for her text the whole night (and I still do) but it didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let this g**d**n self-pity eat me. Even if I'm always saying that I don't want to look at her anymore, I can't keep but turn my head and stare at her when I see her passing by. I never like this, never! But I'm thinking 'bout this last night- maybe she's not hurting me, I think she's hurting &lt;strong&gt;my pride&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she may feel as if she's very important but I don't care. Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Alex is a lot more beautiful than her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2071272346489091261?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2071272346489091261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2071272346489091261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2071272346489091261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2071272346489091261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-hurts.html' title='It Hurts'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-6560739483345652253</id><published>2008-12-15T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:12:24.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-6560739483345652253?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/6560739483345652253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=6560739483345652253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6560739483345652253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6560739483345652253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-7477416718990526451</id><published>2008-12-13T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:44:34.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is amazing!&lt;br /&gt; British archaeologists unearthed a 2000-year old skull with a well-preserved brain which according to them was the oldest in Britain. They found it while digging in a muddy pit at the University of York in England.   They believed that it was severed from its owner sometime before the invasion of Britain by the Romans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer Rachel Cubbitt felt something moved inside the cramium, and when she looked at the base of the skull, she found a yellow substance inside and was confirmed as a brain tissue when scanned at York Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Hall, a director of York Archaeological Trust, said it's unclear that the brain had survived for centuries and wondered why the skull is separated from its body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-7477416718990526451?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/7477416718990526451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=7477416718990526451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7477416718990526451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7477416718990526451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-amazing-british-archaeologists.html' title=''/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5853121775029789808</id><published>2008-12-04T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:41:06.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo! News</title><content type='html'>According to Yahoo News- Philippines, Manny Pacquiao awarded $2 000 to his friends who passed the weight reduction challenge. He dared them(his friends) that if they will lose 10 lbs in two weeks, each of them will get $2 000 and those who lose 15 lbs will get an additional $1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out  of 29 who took his challenge, only five weren't able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;Alex Ariza, Pacqiuao's conditioning coach, said that it's much harder to do it(weight reduction) himself than asking or instructing someone to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Pacquiao shelled a total of $74 000 in "lose-weight-win-cash" challenge, an amount of money enough to buy a big house in the Philippines or a brand new Mercerdes Benz in US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacquiao put up the challenge so that other people will understand how difficult it is to be a boxer. And next time, he said, the challenge will involve ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5853121775029789808?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5853121775029789808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5853121775029789808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5853121775029789808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5853121775029789808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/12/yahoo-news.html' title='Yahoo! News'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2808285384509947730</id><published>2008-12-04T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:22:43.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamban, Tarlac</title><content type='html'>We went to Sitio San Martin, Bamban, Tarlac last Sunday, November 30 because of NSTP- CWTS. Sitio San Martin is a partner community of UST- NSTP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We enjoyed travelling; you know, the NLEX, the sight of the sun and the blue sky and of course, the stop overs (rest stops). Krizzia,my classmate, who was sitting beside me then, said I was kind of kill joy because she said I'd rather spend my time reading a novel than enjoying the environment not seen in Manila. I made no comment. I just gave her a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, our cellphones lost signals. I suddenly thought it's like you're in a movie stranded in a remote place, your phone had no signal and there's someone who would tell you there's no way out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We were an instant celebrity when we arrived. Children kept playing around, running here and there and happily waving their hands saying 'Hello!' We got out the bus and those children kept asking our names. It's like we're celebrities. And a child, upon seeing Mikee's digicam, said,'Ate pa-picture!'. They were really nice but naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Most of the people who  live there were Aetas. The place was so beautiful. I love the view of the mountain on the other side. People there were hospitable. They had a simple life and simple houses, too(most of their houses were of the same elevation and plan) .There's also UST Benavides Library, obviously one of the projects of UST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to seeing that place again in Dec. 14(together with my crush).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2808285384509947730?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2808285384509947730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2808285384509947730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2808285384509947730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2808285384509947730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/12/bamban-tarlac.html' title='Bamban, Tarlac'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-6286533547100636049</id><published>2008-12-03T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:57:06.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eva Fonty</title><content type='html'>Eva Fonty is our Design4 professor. I know you wanna know kung bakit ganun yung tawag namin sa kanya. Well, 'di ko naman gagawing secret yun forever. I'm very eager nga na ikwento sa inyo yung history nun. Whahaha...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day pa lang na nakita ko yung prof namin, I know na he's gay. It's obvious kaya. Macho gay sya actually. Medyo nakakadiri sya tingnan kase ang laki ng katawan nya and kung pumorma naman parang tough guy- tapos gay. Nagtaka nga ako kay Katkat, yung friend ko, kase hindi naman daw. Gosh! Hello?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung history naman nun e2:&lt;br /&gt;One of my classmates, si Third, sabi nya Fonty daw name nya dapat kasi, you know, bakla nga sya. A week later, sinabi ni Katkat na dapat daw Eva Fonda. Sabi ko naman, it should be Eva Fonty para mas maganda and mas obvious na nang-ba- backstab kami. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll ask me kung ano real name nya, well, sorry! Wala akong balak sabihin kase ayaw ko namang sumikat sya dahil sa 'ken. And kahit ganun sya, still, professor ko pa rin yun. I need to respect him pa rin. In fairness, magaling sya magturo, hands-on sa 'min yun kahit na medyo mataray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-6286533547100636049?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/6286533547100636049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=6286533547100636049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6286533547100636049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6286533547100636049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/12/eva-fonty.html' title='Eva Fonty'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-164921424028891071</id><published>2008-12-03T02:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:18:23.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday</title><content type='html'>Parang 'Doomsday' na movie yung nangyari sa section namin. Nag-start ang virus kay Daddy(Raprap) tapos napunta sa 'ken. Then, kay Janah naman, then kay KC. Muntik na si Clarice at Krizzia. Tapos ngayon, sa &lt;em&gt;'kapatid'&lt;/em&gt; ko napunta yung virus, kay &lt;strong&gt;Katkat&lt;/strong&gt;. Absent sya kanina kasi luha sya nang luha dahil sa sipon nya. &lt;em&gt;Nangamatis&lt;/em&gt; yung buong face nya, kawawa naman. Nag-red yung eyes, nose and cheeks nya. Sana gumaling na agad sya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-164921424028891071?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/164921424028891071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=164921424028891071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/164921424028891071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/164921424028891071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/12/doomsday.html' title='Doomsday'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5304166513922473403</id><published>2008-12-03T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:03:57.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It really makes me wonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, as usual, I'm talkin' about my crush. Kase ba naman, nung 'strong' pa yung admiration ko sa kanya, 'di ko sya nakikita masyado. Once in a blue moon lang. Ngayun naman na medyo hindi na 'ko interested sa kanya, ayun!- saka ko sya nakikita &lt;strong&gt;palagi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, nakasalubong ko sya (my crush) nung papalabas ako ng UST; bale nasa tapat ako ng Beato Angelico nun. Supposed to be, hindi ko sya mapapansin kase una kong nakita yung classmate nya na &lt;strong&gt;very annoying&lt;/strong&gt;. So yun, di ko pinansin yung annoying na girl. Pero pagkatapos nun, bigla na lang akong  napatingin dun sa isang girl na directly kasalubong ko. I don't know ha, pero ba't kaya naka-stare sa 'kin yun? I guess dahil sa new hairdo ko. Hahaha. At dahil I don't like someone na naka-stare sa 'kin ng matagal, tumingin ako sa right side ko and poof! Nakita ko yung crush ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this afternoon lang, I saw her na naman. Papunta kami sa IPEA Office; pababa kami nun. So while we're walking downstairs, nakita ko sya na papunta sa third floor rest room. Nakatali yung hair nya nun. Tapos sabi ni Krizzia, mas gusto daw nya hair ni crush 'pag nakatali. Ako naman, I made no comment kase I started to realize na she's not that beautiful. But I'm not saying na pangit sya. 'Di lang talaga sya masyadong maganda. Pero one of these days baka mai-post ko sa blog ko yung pic nya na naka-Filipiniana gown sya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5304166513922473403?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5304166513922473403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5304166513922473403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5304166513922473403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5304166513922473403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/12/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes Me Wonder'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-9116762509805837168</id><published>2008-11-29T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:53:02.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Papa at si Kuya</title><content type='html'>Sana nga matuloy na si papa sa Saudi. Pero how I wish na next year na lang yun para dito sa Philippines sya mag- celebrate ng Christmas with us. And I hope na pag andun na sya walang masamang mangyari sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si kuya michael naman, I hope na maka-graduate sya sa Philippine National Police Academy para may brother na akong &lt;strong&gt;Police Inspector&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish all the best for my family.&lt;/strong&gt; And you know what? Pag okay na lahat sila, I mean, pag stable na ang status naming magkakapatid, I'm telling you, pwede na 'ko mamatay. Hahaha. Emo. Yuck. But I mean it. Ang drama ng lola nyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my grandma and grandpa (father side), I wish you a longer, healthy and fruitful life.&lt;br /&gt;To my Nanay Son, I will always pray for you, I promise. I want you to know how much I care for you. I suppose you're reading my blog today way up there. Haha. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the UST Library, sana wag nyo muna ipahiram yung &lt;strong&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/strong&gt; ni Nicholas Sparks and &lt;strong&gt;Doomsday Conspiracy&lt;/strong&gt; ni Sidney Sheldon. Whaaaa. I wanna read them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-9116762509805837168?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/9116762509805837168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=9116762509805837168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/9116762509805837168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/9116762509805837168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/11/si-papa-at-si-kuya.html' title='Si Papa at si Kuya'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-6452251620898038778</id><published>2008-11-29T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:40:19.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If the Feeling is Gone</title><content type='html'>This week has been very busy para sa 'ken kase ginawa ko yung papers sa Com- Ach Achievers Cup. Well, naubos ang pera ko kase hindi naman ako binibigyan ng fund para magawa yun. Kaya naman medyo galit si mama because kelangan nya magpadala ng allowance every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is tapos na sya. And tomorrow, we will be having a trip to Tarlac because of NSTP- CWTS. Krizzia(my classmate) always tells me she is so excited. Yeah, I think the &lt;strong&gt;trip &lt;/strong&gt;is&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;exciting but surely the activity will be tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's talk about my crush. I don't know if may feelings pa ako sa kanya kase kaninang morning, nakasalubong ko sya sa gate ng UST. She was with her friends. Well, 'pag una kong nakita yung barkada nya, it only means one thing: &lt;strong&gt;maaamoy &lt;/strong&gt;ko na sya k'agad. Tapos yun nga ang nangyari; &lt;strong&gt;nagkrus ang aming landas &lt;/strong&gt;and I was there standing, hinihintay silang lumabas ng UST. I was also waiting for that 'spark' pero walang lumabas. I mean I was telling to myself, &lt;em&gt;'Sige! Kiligin ka na. Andito na sya.'&lt;/em&gt; And you know what happened? Hindi ako kinilig. Wala akong na-feel na extraordinary! Gosh! I'm over with her na ba? I hope na hindi pa kase walang mag-i-inspire sa 'ken pag wala na 'kong feelings sa kaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-6452251620898038778?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/6452251620898038778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=6452251620898038778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6452251620898038778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/6452251620898038778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-feeling-is-gone.html' title='If the Feeling is Gone'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2876475169014548334</id><published>2008-11-23T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:17:30.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino Muna</title><content type='html'>We had NSTP-CWTS Orientation yesterday sa Med Audi. It's funny kasi I was looking for my &lt;strong&gt;crush&lt;/strong&gt; sa  front row tapos hindi ko sya makita. Medyo nainis ako kasi feeling ko, she was avoiding me. Yun pala, di pa sya dumarating nung time na yun. Mejo late na siya dumating, I guess 30 minutes ng late si crush.&lt;br /&gt;The time na makita ko sya, parang I want to go to her and offer her a seat kasi sa stairs lang sya nakaupo nun, tapos may vacant seat dun sa tabi nung classmate ko. Kayalang, as usual, inunahan na naman ng 'hiya', ayun, di ko na nilapitan. Oh, how I wish na alam niya how much I care for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how and when&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I met this girl?&lt;br /&gt;Well, classmate ko sya sa social dance last sem. That time, di ko alam na pareho pala kami ng course, pero one day, nakita ko siya(together with her friends) sa Beato Angelico Bldg. Ang happy happy ko nun. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Medyo ina-admire ko sya kasi magaling sya mag-social dance. &lt;em&gt;Sobrang galing pare!&lt;/em&gt; Actually, sya nga yung kinukuhang partner ni sir(P.E. instructor namin) dati. Tapos, when she started dancing, &lt;em&gt;silhouette&lt;/em&gt; na ang ibang tao at kami na lang dalawa ang &lt;em&gt;'colored'&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; sa 'min lang dalawa nakatutok ang spotlight&lt;/span&gt;. And after that, iba na naging feeling ko sa kanya. Me and my friends used to call her 'idol'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hindi pa dyan natatapos ang story. Dahil nga crush ko sya, I tried everything para makita ko sya everyday kasi malapit na matapos yung sem so it meant &lt;strong&gt;death and darkness&lt;/strong&gt; to me. Oh, poor me! Para malaman ko yung section nya, I asked one of her friends para malaman ko schedule nya. I think pwede na 'ko maging detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm trying to forget her but obviously,&lt;strong&gt;HINDI KO KAYA&lt;/strong&gt;. Pa'no ko ba naman kasi sya makakalimutan eh alam ko sched nya pati ung P.E. section nya? Not only that, no matter how I try na i-forget yung sched nya, di ko rin kaya kasi nagre-reverberate sa utak ko ung room nya sa ganitong day, sa ganitong time. Kawawa naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;So far, wala pa 'kong nakikita na pwedeng i-replace sa kanya. Kasi pag may nakikita ako, magiging crush ko lang yun for few hours tapos balik ulit kay 'idol'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana, malaman nya na crush ko sya. And if ever na alam na nya, I wish na she won't avoid me. Dahil pag iniwasan nya 'ko, that could be the &lt;strong&gt;end of the world&lt;/strong&gt; to me!!!(I'm gonna cry na)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the orientation, I got near to her nang hindi ko namammalayan. Since na-late nga sya, nakalimutan nya mag-register sa table sa labas ng auditorium. At pagkalabas ng Med Bldg, I was still looking for her(ang kulet ko 'no?) na parang guy na iniwan ng girlfriend nya. And luckily, nakita ko sya sa KFC kasama yung girl friends nya. I tried na lumapit sa kanya. How? I acted na bibili ako ng food sa KFC(addict talaga!). Kayalang, lumabas din ako kasi hindi ko naman kakainin yung food if bumili ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan ako ka-addict sa crush ko! And if you're asking me kung ano ang name nya? Her name is &lt;strong&gt;Farah Cristine Ortiz&lt;/strong&gt;! O ayan, obvious na. Pag di pa nya alam, ewan ko lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2876475169014548334?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2876475169014548334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2876475169014548334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2876475169014548334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2876475169014548334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/11/filipino-muna.html' title='Filipino Muna'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-4818340318391874982</id><published>2008-11-22T21:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:11:59.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I finished reading 'Tell Me Your Dreams' by Sidney Sheldon. It's quite interesting because the main character,Ashley Patterson, have the so-called 'Multiple Personality Disorder', a.k.a MPD and she doesn't know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley was linked to three horrifying murders- three guys that were stabbed to death and castrated. Her alters were Toni Prescott and Alette Peters, born in London and Rome, respectively. These two were born out of hatred and fear because when she(Ashley) was young, her own father molested her. He came to her bedroom almost every night and ask her to 'make love' to him(such a horrible monster)! And because of trauma, Ashley had an amnesia and forgot the things her dad did to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they went to London, Ashley was six then, Toni was born(out of hatred). She liked singing and playing the piano but her mother hated her way of singing. After two years, they moved to Rome and Alette was born. This girl loved to paint. She loved everything Rome has: museum, paintings, sculptures and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it short, Ashley was convicted guilty of first degree murder but her lawyer somehow managed to record how aggresive and rude the dominating alter,Toni, was.  Toni was actually the one who committed those horrifying murders not Ashley. She did it when the guys start to make love to her.When they had sex, Toni remembered the dirty things her father .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the verdict was already given by the jury, Judge Williams, upon watching the video, decided to send Ashley a psychiatric hospital to treat her MPD. There she finally met her alters, Toni and Alette. The doctors at the start found it difficult to commnunicate with her alters especially Toni. But then, eventually those two accepted to 'unite' with Ashley and they become one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-4818340318391874982?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/4818340318391874982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=4818340318391874982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/4818340318391874982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/4818340318391874982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/11/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-5964816297423265760</id><published>2008-11-21T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:55:53.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>Nothing extraordinary happened today. I just got a busy schedule because of my duty as the head of Sports Committee. So it's 6:35 in the evening and I'm still here in the library-Internet Room typing another story.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to report actually. I just want to say this day is quite boring because I'm not able to see my 'inspiration' since they have no class every Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go to Pampam and read a very exciting manga entitled &lt;strong&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. The story and scene were kinda creepy but it's interesting. It shows the era of dictatorship. There is a certain gameshow  'The Programme'(is the spelling correct?) with many viewers wherein the students from a school are forced to join it(i.e.,a school is chosen randomly) . The gameshow is all about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;survival of the fittest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and they are obliged to kill they're schoolmates(if I'm not mistaken) because of certain reasons(which I forgot). And, take note of this, the said gameshow is the government's stupid idea. It's very, very &lt;strong&gt;inhumane&lt;/strong&gt;! The dictator is some kind of Hitler and/or Nero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-5964816297423265760?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/5964816297423265760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=5964816297423265760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5964816297423265760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/5964816297423265760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-2504013852373316800</id><published>2008-11-20T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:18:21.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SSVVau7CMFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BxEd-TLdQLk/s1600-h/51f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SSVVau7CMFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BxEd-TLdQLk/s320/51f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270712856667631698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-2504013852373316800?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/2504013852373316800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=2504013852373316800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2504013852373316800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/2504013852373316800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gh0Ixy_fSds/SSVVau7CMFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BxEd-TLdQLk/s72-c/51f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-7264676519807217215</id><published>2008-11-20T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:13:39.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ComAch Meeting</title><content type='html'>I knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kuya Mark(a friend of mine) calls for a meeting, it means a busy schedule awaits. Well, he's the president of the best organization in the entire University of Santo Tomas- Community Achievers Association by the way.&lt;br /&gt;We had a meeting a while ago and it seemed like my time and schedule was going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know where and how to start but I have plans already. I admit I hate paper works, I mean making letter of proposal, programme, rules &amp;amp; mechanics for the upcoming Sportsfest in UST. But I've got no choice, I'm the one in-charge of preparing those documents since I'm the head of Sports Committee(actually 'one of the heads').&lt;br /&gt;What makes my head ache is that the said task will add up to my academic projects and homework(kinda difficult).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get it started by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If there are any wrong grammar, I express my sincerest apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-7264676519807217215?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/7264676519807217215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=7264676519807217215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7264676519807217215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7264676519807217215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/11/comach-meeting.html' title='ComAch Meeting'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565053247210452812.post-7398406824146149543</id><published>2008-11-19T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:04:29.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidney Sheldon</title><content type='html'>So, how should I start this piece of crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began reading Sheldon's novels when I was in fourth year highschool and I was amazed how this person relates an event to another. Among his novels, I first read his &lt;strong&gt;'Morning, Noon and Night'&lt;/strong&gt;(4th yr highschool) and I found it good,really good. It feels like you couldn't afford to rest, eat, sleep or take a break because you didn't want to miss the 'momentum'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I couldn't remember &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; detail and the name of the characters of the story cause it's years ago(haha, poor me). But as far as I can remember, it tackles about homosexuality, money, power, prestige and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Monday, I finished reading &lt;strong&gt;'Master of the Game'&lt;/strong&gt; but it's not as 'beautiful' as the first book that I read. Still, it was compelling to read. It's about vengeance, power, wealth and (of course) sex.&lt;br /&gt;What irritates me is that it contains a lot of 'sexual events' which are very descriptive so I can't help but imagine(that's gross!)! Well, most novels are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if Sheldon writes story that can wash your brain and influence you to an evil life, he's still able to show this: 'With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.'(an excerpt from &lt;strong&gt;Desiderata&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the library, 5th floor, humanities section, on my lap lies another Sheldon's book 'Tell Me Your Dreams'- about three beautiful young women accused of committing series of horrifying murders. I should finish reading it before heavier tasks 'explode' right in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*If there are any wrong grammar, accept my sincerest apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565053247210452812-7398406824146149543?l=iantravis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/feeds/7398406824146149543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565053247210452812&amp;postID=7398406824146149543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7398406824146149543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565053247210452812/posts/default/7398406824146149543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iantravis.blogspot.com/2008/11/sidney-sheldon.html' title='Sidney Sheldon'/><author><name>DIANE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118801771500717904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip4gtwH-xdQ/ThQTsYVk5mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mDg5MQ6AwNE/s220/24771_1392421978001_1455705596_1013000_2792963_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
