<?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-9081252</id><updated>2012-02-19T22:39:41.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>★Patit★</title><subtitle type='html'>Strange Magic</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>425</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1127784156554396419</id><published>2012-02-19T22:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T22:39:41.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>366 Photo Challenge - Week 7</title><content type='html'>Day 44: My mom would go home a bit late on the 14th so we had our family Valentine's dinner a day early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHRYFv0oC8I/T0EJNWxzHMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7Y-vPHHnP8A/s1600/Day%2B44%2B02%2B13%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHRYFv0oC8I/T0EJNWxzHMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7Y-vPHHnP8A/s400/Day%2B44%2B02%2B13%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710855927539899586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 45: I was fascinated by this lizard who has been on this same position for days. I checked and it wasn't dead. I ignored it a few days before but I started to get a bit freaked out by this creature's eyes so I had it finally removed from these blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GW4D9MEOMQk/T0EIe0lW0uI/AAAAAAAAAd8/NTqNRgvzH4I/s1600/Day%2B45%2B02%2B14%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GW4D9MEOMQk/T0EIe0lW0uI/AAAAAAAAAd8/NTqNRgvzH4I/s400/Day%2B45%2B02%2B14%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710855128086926050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 46: I ordered some makeup off the internet and I received them this day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ojiMrUKUqk/T0EIArWh3kI/AAAAAAAAAdw/6XUTwk2EVuU/s1600/Day%2B46%2B02%2B15%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ojiMrUKUqk/T0EIArWh3kI/AAAAAAAAAdw/6XUTwk2EVuU/s400/Day%2B46%2B02%2B15%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710854610212740674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 47: I asked my sister to accompany me to some errand I have to do. We ate Jamaican patties and had some milk teas. I love having a sister who I can tag along whenever and wherever I want to. Sometimes she even caters to my eccentric whims. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGu6mF9h43E/T0EHL-Gsy-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/anC4J8LrWWQ/s1600/Day%2B47%2B02%2B16%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGu6mF9h43E/T0EHL-Gsy-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/anC4J8LrWWQ/s400/Day%2B47%2B02%2B16%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710853704713554914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 48: Had dinner (Pizza Hut) and movie date (Unofficially Yours) with my girlfriends. We passed by this wall full of love letters from random people. Pau noticed this letter because it was addressed to a "Trish" which is one of my nicknames. This was me imagining that the letter was written by the future love of my life who happens to know time travel. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmzHQc-JTW0/T0EGYeLDJmI/AAAAAAAAAdY/eWFId8yRbqY/s1600/Day%2B48%2B02%2B17%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmzHQc-JTW0/T0EGYeLDJmI/AAAAAAAAAdY/eWFId8yRbqY/s400/Day%2B48%2B02%2B17%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710852819968534114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 49: For the first time in 7 years, we were not able to go to UP Fair. We were always used to having someone buy us tickets. Next year I'll have my sister buy me the tickets in advance. I was craving for oreo cheese shake. Too bad it wasn't satisfied last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2zX_Z0lxTAw/T0EF8-ro6tI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IV7iDVc0kl8/s1600/Day%2B49%2B02%2B18%2B12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2zX_Z0lxTAw/T0EF8-ro6tI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IV7iDVc0kl8/s400/Day%2B49%2B02%2B18%2B12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710852347658824402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 50: My sister and I were craving for anything sweet. We passed by this cupcake store at Sky Garden. We were supposed to buy some cupcakes but these slices of cake were much bigger and cheaper than those said cupcakes at Php 27 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQXo_ar6PQU/T0EFcx5Y8oI/AAAAAAAAAdA/vOPnpmelh1Q/s1600/Day%2B50%2B02%2B19%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQXo_ar6PQU/T0EFcx5Y8oI/AAAAAAAAAdA/vOPnpmelh1Q/s400/Day%2B50%2B02%2B19%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710851794471023234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1127784156554396419?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1127784156554396419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1127784156554396419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1127784156554396419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1127784156554396419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/02/366-photo-challenge-week-7.html' title='366 Photo Challenge - Week 7'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHRYFv0oC8I/T0EJNWxzHMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7Y-vPHHnP8A/s72-c/Day%2B44%2B02%2B13%2B12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3054855618420862828</id><published>2012-02-14T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T22:38:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Happy Sappy Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Christopher Cross - Swept Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one in the world but you and I. Gotta find a way to make you feel the way that I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-3dDSy7ixoo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) Peter Cetera &amp; Amy Grant - Next Time I Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next time I fall in love, I know better what to do. The next time I fall in love it will be with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AMvULNt5AcM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) Bobby Caldwell - Take Me I'll Follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to take me cause I long to be able to see the things that you see.&lt;br /&gt;Know that whatever you do, I'll follow you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xw1oCAQHMBw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Chicago - Will You Still Love Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you still love me for the rest of my life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uFM6R53gui8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Damage - Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no one in this world who can love me like you do. So many reasons that I want to spend forever with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i-ZRQDkPR7U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6) Everything But The Girl - I Didn't Know I Was Looking For Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know I was looking for love until I found you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FsDzsxpWfg8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7) Olivia Newton-John &amp; Cliff Richard - Suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suddenly I don't need the answers cause I, I'm ready to take all my chances with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1i16Pb4TqVo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8) Peter Cetera - The Glory of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the man who will fight for your honor. I'll be the hero you're dreaming of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XWHOF_0-6Hg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9) Peter Cetera &amp; Crystal Bernard - Forever Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I wanna take forever tonight. Wanna stay in this moment forever. I'm gonna give you all the love that I've got."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TCvKqr6Zwlo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10) The Phantom of the Opera - All I Ask of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love me, that's all I ask of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iwfO0ijAhEU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11) Joe - No One Else Comes Close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one else comes close to you. No one makes me feel the way you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-dAYHQZPQho" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12) Belinda Carlisle - I Wouldn't Be Here If I Didn't Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't be here if I didn't love you. I wouldn't be here if I didn't care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qioZrLTUY80" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13) Binoculars - Don't Say Goodbye Say Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't say goodbye say goodnight so it's not over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZejK4h5Im2c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14) Claire Marlo - Till They Take My Heart Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will love you till they take my heart away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UxcVqq5ZoPA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3054855618420862828?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3054855618420862828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3054855618420862828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3054855618420862828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3054855618420862828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/02/14-happy-sappy-songs.html' title='14 Happy Sappy Songs'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-3dDSy7ixoo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-7523282953858556148</id><published>2012-02-14T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:37:16.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Sad Sad Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Bonnie Raitt - I Can't Make You Love Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't. You can't make your heart feel something it won't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nW9Cu6GYqxo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) James Ingram - I Don't Have The Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have the heart to hurt you. It's the last thing I wanna do. But I don't have the heart to love you. Not the way you want me to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/19cFZ1lszo4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) Peabo Bryson - If Ever You're In My Arms Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We had a once in a lifetime but I just couldn't see it until it was gone. A second once in a lifetime may be too much to ask but I swear from now on... If ever you're in my arms again, this time I'll love you much better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mYitkKVZKt0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Randy Van Warmer - Just When I Needed You Most (This is a Dolly Parton song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I need you more than I needed you before and now where I'll find comfort, God knows. Cause you left me just when I needed you most."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dvt2Y5zrzx8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Lani Hall - I Don't Want You To Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And from the start, maybe I was tryin' to hard. It's crazy cause it's breaking my heart. Things can fall apart but I know, that I don't want you to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wIRRHqoqhGU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6) Lauren Christy - Steep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Softly, gently, I will let you down. 'Cause I don't love you in the same way now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/av3UAC_xpZs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7) Mariah Carey - Love Takes Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love takes time to heal when you're hurting so much. Couldn't see that I was blind to let you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FkDpwF6-QiA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8) Rachel Alejandro - Paalam Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darating sa buhay mo, pag-ibig na laan sa'yo. At mamahalin ka niya nang higit sa maibibigay ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JilGh0CmUEg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9) Ella Mae Saison - Till My Heartaches End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was afraid this time would come. I wasn't prepared to face this kind of hurtin' from within. I have learned to live my life beside you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/clkINUSWf3Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10) Odette Quesada - Friend of Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And tell me about the love you had. I listen very eagerly. But deep inside you never see this feeling of emptiness. It makes me feel sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P8HIyAsGEdM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11) Take That - Back For Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever I said, whatever I did, I didn't mean it. I just want you back for good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4R8xTu68r54" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12) Taylor Dayne - Love Will Lead You Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't try to stop you now from leaving. Cause in my heart I know... Love will lead you back. Someday I just know that, love will lead you back to my arms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bN2rZPdxWNs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13) Debbie Gibson - Foolish Beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could never love again the way I loved you. I could never cry again like I did when I left you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qsnhdbPBPnM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14) James Ingram &amp; Linda Ronstandt - Somewhere Out There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And even though I know how very far apart we are. It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tF60Gf-iiFs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-7523282953858556148?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7523282953858556148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7523282953858556148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7523282953858556148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7523282953858556148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/02/14-sad-sad-songs.html' title='14 Sad Sad Songs'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nW9Cu6GYqxo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3289305715964578221</id><published>2012-02-13T01:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T01:36:34.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>366 Photo Challenge - Week 6</title><content type='html'>Day 37: This was supposed to be my Day 36 and my Day 36 was supposed to be my Day 37.&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I have tried Chatime and it was good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0ORoFyWJtk/Tzf4WDGulzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/3mZ1ae1mOTQ/s1600/Day%2B37%2B02%2B06%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0ORoFyWJtk/Tzf4WDGulzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/3mZ1ae1mOTQ/s400/Day%2B37%2B02%2B06%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708304110389729074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 38: Had our annual xray and drug test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R2u86M58bI/Tzf2ue0K5gI/AAAAAAAAAco/xtIooRTg194/s1600/Day%2B38%2B02%2B07%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R2u86M58bI/Tzf2ue0K5gI/AAAAAAAAAco/xtIooRTg194/s400/Day%2B38%2B02%2B07%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708302331121690114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 39: Watched the pilot episode of the new series Smash. So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gddnWO3c8zY/Tzf2d7CqAHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/sj3U3AWPukA/s1600/Day%2B39%2B02%2B08%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gddnWO3c8zY/Tzf2d7CqAHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/sj3U3AWPukA/s400/Day%2B39%2B02%2B08%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708302046640865394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 40: I played pretend this day. I couldn't exactly say where I was. I had gate crashed and had some fancy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwV3iyZ5ba8/Tzf2GEjDMBI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LB8qgofuytU/s1600/Day%2B40%2B02%2B09%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwV3iyZ5ba8/Tzf2GEjDMBI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LB8qgofuytU/s400/Day%2B40%2B02%2B09%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708301636875792402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 41: Watched The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo with my little sis. I haven't read the books nor seen the original films so I loved this film more than some people would've. Hopefully I'd be able to read my e-book of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1MKvbNOcb0/Tzf1g_VmkTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ilOU8XNSAf8/s1600/Day%2B41%2B02%2B10%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1MKvbNOcb0/Tzf1g_VmkTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ilOU8XNSAf8/s400/Day%2B41%2B02%2B10%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708300999822053682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 42: Had a date with my single friends. Tea latte at CBTL, pasta at Bigoli then we watched The Vow. We were supposed to go to Zark's but someone bailed out so we opted to watch a movie instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ux4nmivqsM/Tzf1G1TXcnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7bZI0yZwlN4/s1600/Day%2B42%2B02%2B11%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ux4nmivqsM/Tzf1G1TXcnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7bZI0yZwlN4/s400/Day%2B42%2B02%2B11%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708300550451720818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 43: Today is Russel's 2nd Adoption Day. We don't know his birth date so we just celebrate the day he came to us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iG1DJwehVb8/Tzf0pMfs9EI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Vde6s7hVA8Q/s1600/Day%2B43%2B02%2B12%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iG1DJwehVb8/Tzf0pMfs9EI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Vde6s7hVA8Q/s400/Day%2B43%2B02%2B12%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708300041281401922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3289305715964578221?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3289305715964578221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3289305715964578221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3289305715964578221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3289305715964578221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/02/366-photo-challenge-week-6.html' title='366 Photo Challenge - Week 6'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0ORoFyWJtk/Tzf4WDGulzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/3mZ1ae1mOTQ/s72-c/Day%2B37%2B02%2B06%2B12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-2717089773987561038</id><published>2012-02-05T16:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:02:59.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>366 Photo Challenge - Week 5</title><content type='html'>Day 30: I thought my Hong Kong and Macau coins were gone. I finally found them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWket4MPz8w/Ty5DxfpVJAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/yigfpRCIBy8/s1600/Day%2B30%2B1%2B30%2B12%2Bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWket4MPz8w/Ty5DxfpVJAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/yigfpRCIBy8/s400/Day%2B30%2B1%2B30%2B12%2Bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705572295512499202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 31: Today is salary day so I bought myself McDonald's Double Cheeseburger to make me happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2lxeO4RIcPw/Ty5DfMLLp5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/cZ43vsfCWjY/s1600/Day%2B31%2B1%2B31%2B12%2Bc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2lxeO4RIcPw/Ty5DfMLLp5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/cZ43vsfCWjY/s400/Day%2B31%2B1%2B31%2B12%2Bc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705571981048129426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 32: Glee's Michael Jackson episode. I love it when Mike Chang sings! They should've made him sing seasons ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dhrLmJae3qc/Ty5DJjgnM2I/AAAAAAAAAak/WqoZJ-xYEkg/s1600/Day%2B32%2B2%2B1%2B12%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dhrLmJae3qc/Ty5DJjgnM2I/AAAAAAAAAak/WqoZJ-xYEkg/s400/Day%2B32%2B2%2B1%2B12%2Ba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705571609354908514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 33: I decided to check out SM North's 1st day of sale and was able to score a top and denim shorts. There's this really nice Rodarte-ish top that I really want to have but the last piece was damaged. Too bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ8FK2fideQ/Ty5CsSkNBGI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OU_rl4K3IrA/s1600/Day%2B33%2B2%2B2%2B12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ8FK2fideQ/Ty5CsSkNBGI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OU_rl4K3IrA/s400/Day%2B33%2B2%2B2%2B12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705571106590360674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 34: I went shopping with my mom and little sis. I actually just accompanied them because I didn't want to spend more money since I was gonna buy shoes the next day. We ate at Burgoo after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cx07tWu2bJ4/Ty5CKJnAG6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/xkswfBMW1EA/s1600/Day%2B34%2B2%2B3%2B12%2Bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cx07tWu2bJ4/Ty5CKJnAG6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/xkswfBMW1EA/s400/Day%2B34%2B2%2B3%2B12%2Bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705570520070626210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 35: I went to St. Francis Square to buy these shoes and sandals. Their prices are just like Divi's. It's easier for me to go there so I'd rather buy my flats at St. Francis. I also prefer the designs they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXwEBjmQRuU/Ty5BmMl8dYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/prjFtQd-5sU/s1600/Day%2B35%2B2%2B4%2B12%2Ba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXwEBjmQRuU/Ty5BmMl8dYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/prjFtQd-5sU/s400/Day%2B35%2B2%2B4%2B12%2Ba.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705569902396208514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 36: My trusty netbook. I know I have named this but I forgot what it was. This lappy is now being a little crazy. I have backed up all my files and put it here in my mom's laptop. We will have this checked tomorrow and hopefully they'll be able to fix it in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N13SqpQLzkE/Ty5BAkfEJhI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CiWpyIoa7Cs/s1600/Day%2B36%2B2%2B5%2B12%2Bb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N13SqpQLzkE/Ty5BAkfEJhI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CiWpyIoa7Cs/s400/Day%2B36%2B2%2B5%2B12%2Bb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705569255974774290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-2717089773987561038?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/2717089773987561038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=2717089773987561038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2717089773987561038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2717089773987561038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/02/366-photo-challenge-week-5.html' title='366 Photo Challenge - Week 5'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWket4MPz8w/Ty5DxfpVJAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/yigfpRCIBy8/s72-c/Day%2B30%2B1%2B30%2B12%2Bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-5716044166720999584</id><published>2012-01-29T23:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:15:10.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>366 Photo Challenge - Week 4</title><content type='html'>Day 23: Tried out my brother's Nerf gun. I've managed to shoot some of the targets. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YN6HxQcfjGI/TyVu0Zi1nDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jIB6GEq83vE/s1600/Day%2B23%2B01%2B23%2B12%2Ba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YN6HxQcfjGI/TyVu0Zi1nDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jIB6GEq83vE/s400/Day%2B23%2B01%2B23%2B12%2Ba.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703086349623860274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 24: This is what I have to go through every fucking day. Crazy MRT lines! Notice that this is already outside the MRT station. It goes way WAY beyond that on some other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9sit_uIYuk/TyVt76nEtGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2qRcXHcAmtY/s1600/Day%2B24%2B01%2B24%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9sit_uIYuk/TyVt76nEtGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2qRcXHcAmtY/s400/Day%2B24%2B01%2B24%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703085379247453282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25: I was walking home when I saw these caps hanging on the electricity/telephone line and I wanted to take a picture because I was fascinated by it. I didn't have a camera at that time. My mom asked me and my sister to buy some chicken (same day) and I knew we were going to pass that street so I brought a camera with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yu1EBwwZ3tk/TyVrXY1IWQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rFSzBLfTmh4/s1600/Day%2B25%2B01%2B25%2B12%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yu1EBwwZ3tk/TyVrXY1IWQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rFSzBLfTmh4/s400/Day%2B25%2B01%2B25%2B12%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703082552681060610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 26: Kuya brought home Tikoy which was given to them from his office. It's a few days late! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IW9LVb1Sq9k/TyVqUvv4mUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/PwEh8nFWhj8/s1600/Day%2B26%2B01%2B26%2B12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IW9LVb1Sq9k/TyVqUvv4mUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/PwEh8nFWhj8/s400/Day%2B26%2B01%2B26%2B12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703081407781837122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 27: Visited our first CT block baby, Quisha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3LWlbp8Ip8/TyVp-cd3vkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1LmLJcqY-q4/s1600/Day%2B27%2B01%2B27%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3LWlbp8Ip8/TyVp-cd3vkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1LmLJcqY-q4/s400/Day%2B27%2B01%2B27%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703081024648887874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 28: Me and a backpack. People seldom see me use a backpack.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for the bad resolution.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OtNyOMek0q4/TyVpk_FaCGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ty_iilX8tQ4/s1600/2012-01-28%2B22.57.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OtNyOMek0q4/TyVpk_FaCGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ty_iilX8tQ4/s400/2012-01-28%2B22.57.14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703080587264919650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 29: Bought Chips Delight cookies. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMIKOXgQB9E/TyVo3CVGgUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_gDJ4bsWug8/s1600/Day%2B29%2B01%2B29%2B12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMIKOXgQB9E/TyVo3CVGgUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_gDJ4bsWug8/s400/Day%2B29%2B01%2B29%2B12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703079797862072642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-5716044166720999584?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/5716044166720999584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=5716044166720999584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/5716044166720999584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/5716044166720999584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/01/366-photo-challenge-week-4.html' title='366 Photo Challenge - Week 4'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YN6HxQcfjGI/TyVu0Zi1nDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jIB6GEq83vE/s72-c/Day%2B23%2B01%2B23%2B12%2Ba.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1364518789769921758</id><published>2012-01-23T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:53:37.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List # 1</title><content type='html'>I am extremely, extremely unlucky in the love department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm making my bucket list, it is rather understandable that the first one I will be writing is to find &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1364518789769921758?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1364518789769921758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1364518789769921758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1364518789769921758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1364518789769921758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/01/bucket-list-1.html' title='Bucket List # 1'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3127897176478845564</id><published>2012-01-22T23:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T23:26:29.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>366 Photo Challenge - Week 3</title><content type='html'>Day 16: Simple thrills that make me happy: Sugo nuts and Milkee polvoron. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvOdk-fLWns/TxwqXAbhhxI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ewv8bPU4Hss/s1600/Day%2B16%2B1%2B16%2B12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvOdk-fLWns/TxwqXAbhhxI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ewv8bPU4Hss/s400/Day%2B16%2B1%2B16%2B12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700477803085006610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17: Bough some lipsticks from an online store. I am deathly scared of online stores because I have trust issues, but I happen to know the owner of this store and she does meet-ups as well. I asked my sister to pick up these goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9Lx5t50d5Y/Txwp40aDeSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/u71yv_wsDEk/s1600/Day%2B17%2B1%2B17%2B12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9Lx5t50d5Y/Txwp40aDeSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/u71yv_wsDEk/s400/Day%2B17%2B1%2B17%2B12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700477284461541666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18: I was craving Mini Stop's cheesecake sundae so I bought one before I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idt6M-ocUoc/TxwpqGpquxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xz42XxKsF5Y/s1600/Day%2B18%2B1%2B18%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idt6M-ocUoc/TxwpqGpquxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xz42XxKsF5Y/s400/Day%2B18%2B1%2B18%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700477031660829458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19: Junjun just hopped into bed being his usual cute self. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TPCbCATO5Go/TxwpXmvDN5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/3DgtpJSWxIs/s1600/Day%2B19%2B1%2B19%2B12%2B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TPCbCATO5Go/TxwpXmvDN5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/3DgtpJSWxIs/s400/Day%2B19%2B1%2B19%2B12%2B.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700476713855825810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20: We went to Friuli and Moonleaf for our weekly dinner. Went home before 12 midnight. My family was surprised. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jspuyOtlBV8/TxwnxF9V2aI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7z4EjanujJM/s1600/Day%2B20%2B1%2B20%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jspuyOtlBV8/TxwnxF9V2aI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7z4EjanujJM/s400/Day%2B20%2B1%2B20%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700474952710740386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 21: Junjun bit my face so we put this doggie velcro mouth strap on him so he'll understand that it's not nice to bite people's faces. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ll0LWVaphCY/Txwnc712BqI/AAAAAAAAAXY/EUhwoq5NHqI/s1600/Day%2B21%2B1%2B21%2B12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ll0LWVaphCY/Txwnc712BqI/AAAAAAAAAXY/EUhwoq5NHqI/s400/Day%2B21%2B1%2B21%2B12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700474606397556386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22: Went to Kaylah's 1st birthday party at McDo. Kaylah is one of my 7 godchildren. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYUMbcMQ_oo/TxwnCWcGrHI/AAAAAAAAAXM/NHmJHCus5cQ/s1600/Day%2B22%2B1%2B22%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYUMbcMQ_oo/TxwnCWcGrHI/AAAAAAAAAXM/NHmJHCus5cQ/s400/Day%2B22%2B1%2B22%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700474149680884850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3127897176478845564?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3127897176478845564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3127897176478845564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3127897176478845564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3127897176478845564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/01/366-photo-challenge-week-3.html' title='366 Photo Challenge - Week 3'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvOdk-fLWns/TxwqXAbhhxI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ewv8bPU4Hss/s72-c/Day%2B16%2B1%2B16%2B12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1099165991212192886</id><published>2012-01-16T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:05:14.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>You seldom get to appreciate the nice things people have done for you until you've experienced shit. So instead of saying "fuck you" to the people who treated you like crap, say "thank you" instead. Thank them for making you realize which people you need to keep. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1099165991212192886?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1099165991212192886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1099165991212192886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1099165991212192886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1099165991212192886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-8106475078173645500</id><published>2012-01-16T00:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:31:41.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>366 Photo Challenge - Week 2</title><content type='html'>Day 9: I went grocery shopping for my baon the entire week. I was craving tuna paella so I bought this. I prefer San Marino's over Century Tuna's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DhdTVdQ-nr4/TxL-dSeWt1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/A0_Se6HEAaU/s1600/Day%2B9%2B1%2B9%2B12%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DhdTVdQ-nr4/TxL-dSeWt1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/A0_Se6HEAaU/s400/Day%2B9%2B1%2B9%2B12%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697896257705916242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: Today is my parents silver wedding anniversary. I can't believe they've been married this long! Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7s4Qw2IuMI/TxL9qAYbuBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/rKCLd9ATudU/s1600/Day%2B10%2B1-10-12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7s4Qw2IuMI/TxL9qAYbuBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/rKCLd9ATudU/s400/Day%2B10%2B1-10-12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697895376675911698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11: Watched Kourtney and Kim Take New York. This episode showcased the demise of Kim and Kris' marriage. I've been reading some issues now that the scene where Kim was talking to her mom about her concerns on her marriage was actually staged - taped after Kim and Kris already separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZrwYBBhlQQ/TxL9I3lZjZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LTcPjvrxjo8/s1600/Day%2B11%2B1%2B11%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZrwYBBhlQQ/TxL9I3lZjZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LTcPjvrxjo8/s400/Day%2B11%2B1%2B11%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697894807378693522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12: I bring "baon" to the office since I started to work and I cook my own lunch. I try to have some veggies as much as I can. I am loving broccoli and cauliflower right now. They are a bit overcooked because I was doing something else while cooking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EV7d-A7PXUM/TxL8eU9weVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WKXxm-_R0rg/s1600/Day%2B12%2B1%2B12%2B12%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EV7d-A7PXUM/TxL8eU9weVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WKXxm-_R0rg/s400/Day%2B12%2B1%2B12%2B12%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697894076531112274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13: Went to Gayuma ni Maria at Maginhawa with some friends. This cake is called "Beats Sex Any Day" and it tasted great. It was the first time I went there and I love how quirky the names on the menu are called. :)&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dE4fcUnXl_Y/TxL7F4MqgBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/F7S--SynWMg/s1600/Day%2B13%2B1%2B13%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dE4fcUnXl_Y/TxL7F4MqgBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/F7S--SynWMg/s400/Day%2B13%2B1%2B13%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697892556980518930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14: Watched Sherlock Holmes with my siblings. This was a really good movie. Way way better than the first one. I am a big Sherlock Holmes fan and I think that this movie showed how Sherlock's brain works, which I think wasn't shown that much on the previous movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLBM3fRCL2M/TxL6Nyh-PGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WGOdwCzsdyI/s1600/Day%2B14%2B1%2B14%2B12%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLBM3fRCL2M/TxL6Nyh-PGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WGOdwCzsdyI/s400/Day%2B14%2B1%2B14%2B12%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697891593386605666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15: I spent most of my time trying to finish this puzzle. I was almost successful but then I made a very stupid move. I'm going to be a really happy person once I solve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTtlkOD8hbA/TxL5adal0PI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZGn7kFy3gCE/s1600/Day%2B15%2B1%2B15%2B12%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTtlkOD8hbA/TxL5adal0PI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZGn7kFy3gCE/s400/Day%2B15%2B1%2B15%2B12%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697890711545172210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-8106475078173645500?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/8106475078173645500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=8106475078173645500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8106475078173645500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8106475078173645500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/01/366-photo-challenge-week-2.html' title='366 Photo Challenge - Week 2'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DhdTVdQ-nr4/TxL-dSeWt1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/A0_Se6HEAaU/s72-c/Day%2B9%2B1%2B9%2B12%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-7402508268722674359</id><published>2012-01-10T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:29:22.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Silver Wedding Anniversary Daddy and Mommy! :)</title><content type='html'>Twenty-five years seem too long to be stuck with one another, especially when your marriage is far from a fairy tale or a Taylor Swift song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You two did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 25 years of love, friendship, trials, blessings, companionship and family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Silver Wedding Anniversary Daddy and Mommy! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3rL-TBZksg/TwxK_DDcAkI/AAAAAAAAAVo/idiyxZE8PYM/s1600/SAM_7869%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3rL-TBZksg/TwxK_DDcAkI/AAAAAAAAAVo/idiyxZE8PYM/s400/SAM_7869%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696010075728773698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jzx_IiQ1vM/TwxK-8MnyBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/NrrA4tzpV3w/s1600/SAM_7871%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jzx_IiQ1vM/TwxK-8MnyBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/NrrA4tzpV3w/s400/SAM_7871%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696010073888245778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-7402508268722674359?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7402508268722674359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7402508268722674359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7402508268722674359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7402508268722674359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-silver-wedding-anniversary-daddy.html' title='Happy Silver Wedding Anniversary Daddy and Mommy! :)'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3rL-TBZksg/TwxK_DDcAkI/AAAAAAAAAVo/idiyxZE8PYM/s72-c/SAM_7869%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-6764356011040930415</id><published>2012-01-08T20:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:27:13.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>366 Photo Challenge - Week 1</title><content type='html'>Day 1: Happy New Year! We ate around 1 am because we had a lot of food for the celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aksZ5pguO-M/TwmNvnl_NFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nf8n1iKMOzM/s1600/Day%2B1%2B1-1-12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aksZ5pguO-M/TwmNvnl_NFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nf8n1iKMOzM/s400/Day%2B1%2B1-1-12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695239053008385106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Bought 2 bikinis and a planner. Swimsuits are really cheap this time of the year so I make it a point to buy one or some during holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;I bought the planner because I was frustrated when I wasn't able to use some of my coupons from my 2011 planner. I also use my planner as my diary - to keep track of things I did (not things I'm about to do), so I could read them again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jE4JPN56Ayo/TwmMU_4eyaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/gAVQpuLAjJE/s1600/Day%2B2a%2B1-2-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jE4JPN56Ayo/TwmMU_4eyaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/gAVQpuLAjJE/s400/Day%2B2a%2B1-2-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695237496160307618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Bought cheap notebook and pen so I could start writing again. I just couldn't write on a pretty notebook so I chose this instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz9rDLxB4_s/TwmL-5BTRsI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MlwisdNjToQ/s1600/Day%2B3%2B1-3-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz9rDLxB4_s/TwmL-5BTRsI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MlwisdNjToQ/s400/Day%2B3%2B1-3-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695237116361131714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Was feeling a bit sad that day. This cup reminds me of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-Nm-rtb5c0/TwmLwK1Le6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/97ZXlNXGThQ/s1600/Day%2B4%2B1-4-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-Nm-rtb5c0/TwmLwK1Le6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/97ZXlNXGThQ/s400/Day%2B4%2B1-4-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695236863444089762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: My brother bought these sneakers for me and Bem. I wore them to work that day. I haven't worn sneakers for 5 years! My look that day was sooo not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXodc1TW7d0/TwmLM0JDsKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KS5fFBCZn3Q/s1600/Day%2B5%2B1-5-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXodc1TW7d0/TwmLM0JDsKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KS5fFBCZn3Q/s400/Day%2B5%2B1-5-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695236256058028194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: It's a Friday night and I spent it at home. I'm sick and I have plans the next day so I'm conserving all the energy as much as I could. So here I was, watching Top Chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abn3yzaNnKI/TwmKlB3OO9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/fCdP6HBIlN4/s1600/Day%2B6%2B1-6-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abn3yzaNnKI/TwmKlB3OO9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/fCdP6HBIlN4/s400/Day%2B6%2B1-6-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695235572546550738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: I was out last night with some friends. We went to Music 21 then Starbucks. I wasn't able to sing my heart out because I'm still sick and my voice is a little husky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmAjwtiSQ8E/TwmJglB1KuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GXOrygnI2TA/s1600/Day%2B7%2B1-7-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmAjwtiSQ8E/TwmJglB1KuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GXOrygnI2TA/s400/Day%2B7%2B1-7-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695234396575312610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: I actually bought this book last year but I'm not even halfway through it. I decided to read it earlier because I didn't want to open my laptop. You'll learn a lot from this book even if you're not pursuing a styling career - from personal style to work ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHj9trYcn_g/TwmIt8gvl8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/XLSdVi8rYLw/s1600/Day%2B8%2B1-8-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHj9trYcn_g/TwmIt8gvl8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/XLSdVi8rYLw/s400/Day%2B8%2B1-8-11%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695233526705657794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-6764356011040930415?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/6764356011040930415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=6764356011040930415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6764356011040930415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6764356011040930415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/01/366-photo-challenge-week-1.html' title='366 Photo Challenge - Week 1'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aksZ5pguO-M/TwmNvnl_NFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nf8n1iKMOzM/s72-c/Day%2B1%2B1-1-12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1116798292610384822</id><published>2012-01-02T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:38:31.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Option</title><content type='html'>My uncle, who was childless at the time, wanted to spoil his nephew and niece so he took me and my brother out for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to buy me a schoolbag and I pointed out a red Hello Kitty backpack. My uncle pointed a Benetton bag for me as another option but in the end, I still came home with the Hello Kitty backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used it for a while until I grew older and grew tired of the whole Hello Kitty aesthetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I realized that I should've just bought the Benetton bag. I would've used it longer and more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you only get to appreciate the value of something, by choosing the other option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1116798292610384822?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1116798292610384822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1116798292610384822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1116798292610384822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1116798292610384822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2012/01/other-option.html' title='The Other Option'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3450660618316579493</id><published>2011-12-31T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:41:21.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2011</title><content type='html'>Summed up what the year has been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - a month of life, loss and friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - a month of makeups and dressing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - a month of reunions and travelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - a month of growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - a month of spontaneity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - a month of siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - a month of missed opportunities and happy endings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - a month of new beginnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - a month of reminiscing with old friends and gaining new ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October - a month of getting old and getting giddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - a month of new experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - a month of enlightenment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3450660618316579493?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3450660618316579493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3450660618316579493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3450660618316579493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3450660618316579493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-2011.html' title='My 2011'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-2592144215370157267</id><published>2011-12-11T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:02:26.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Probably the hardest question anyone has ever asked me: "What makes you happy?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-2592144215370157267?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/2592144215370157267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=2592144215370157267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2592144215370157267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2592144215370157267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2011/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3725499233556374349</id><published>2011-05-31T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T21:26:10.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss blogging!</title><content type='html'>I read some of my old posts and I just got disappointed because I couldn't write the same way or even better than I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing and it had been my therapy for all the stuff that's been happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I find it hard to put my thoughts into words and I really really miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could write again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3725499233556374349?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-5663717469434400378</id><published>2011-03-17T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:57:08.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taipei</title><content type='html'>is blogging from Taipei. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-5663717469434400378?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/5663717469434400378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=5663717469434400378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/5663717469434400378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/5663717469434400378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2011/03/taipei.html' title='Taipei'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3270935530102842391</id><published>2010-12-31T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:24:41.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>New Year's Resolution #1: I'll limit saying the words "fuck", "shit" and "fucking shit" whenever I drop something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolution #2: I'll stop being cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolution #3: I'll break most of my rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolution #4: I'll stop looking at people's Facebook pages just to get myself pissed or make myself cringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3270935530102842391?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3270935530102842391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3270935530102842391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3270935530102842391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3270935530102842391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/12/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-4180994895659230792</id><published>2010-12-27T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:24:51.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I sliced my leg a 3-inch cut because of shaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cursed the lengths that women have to take to look pretty or at the very least, decent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8887676428041712049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8887676428041712049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/11/6th-birthday.html' title='6th Birthday'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-9091503016891834835</id><published>2010-11-09T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:22:46.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to 16-year-old self</title><content type='html'>Because I was inspired by the Twitter trending topic a few days ago and since I started this blog when I was 16, I decided to write a letter to my 16-year-old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TNrGuM1fQ3I/AAAAAAAAATs/nuIUQD-KBxk/s1600/1223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TNrGuM1fQ3I/AAAAAAAAATs/nuIUQD-KBxk/s400/1223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537957188827300722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 16 year old me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may feel like you know everything there is to know about the world but as you go on in life, you will feel less sure about things. People around you will experience things that you may not have to go through for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic as it may sound but as you grow old, you will get more innocent and vulnerable. You refuse to ride life without caution and in return, you never get to experience what life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could tell you how to live your life, I'd probably just let you loosen up a bit. Let the wind take you to unfamiliar territories. You must cherish the unknown but must not forget your principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, be patient. It may come and it may leave but do not let the absence of love hinder you to believe in it. Be prepared for heartbreaks and a multitude at that. These experiences are supposed to make you stronger and should only make you believe in love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, you should never downplay your achievements. This battle is something you will have to go through even as you grow older. If you won't believe in yourself and what you're capable of doing, who will? The lack of confidence may prevent you in aiming for a higher success. Don't let false humility push you to the ground. Downplaying your achievements doesn't always count as being humble. There are times when it is but an act of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you have read this, will my life change somehow? If it will, then I'd be writing a different letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;22 year old me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-9091503016891834835?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/9091503016891834835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=9091503016891834835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/9091503016891834835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/9091503016891834835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/11/letter-to-16-year-old-self.html' title='Letter to 16-year-old self'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TNrGuM1fQ3I/AAAAAAAAATs/nuIUQD-KBxk/s72-c/1223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1502478462011184068</id><published>2010-11-07T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T02:00:32.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damon and Elena</title><content type='html'>This is my second favorite scene from a tv/movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptcWFdJ4V04?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptcWFdJ4V04?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite scene would always be THE One More Chance scene. Nothing could beat that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1502478462011184068?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1502478462011184068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1502478462011184068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1502478462011184068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1502478462011184068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/11/damon-and-elena.html' title='Damon and Elena'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-384623112399602985</id><published>2010-11-01T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:52:38.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth hurts</title><content type='html'>Apart from the fact that I have just realized that I'm scared to live my life (which I am already trying to combat by doing some spontaneous things), I have figured out that I am also afraid of the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'd rather be happy and not know the truth than be devastated by reality. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-384623112399602985?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/384623112399602985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=384623112399602985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/384623112399602985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/384623112399602985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/11/truth-hurts.html' title='truth hurts'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-6227656534482149606</id><published>2010-10-19T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:57:50.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coco</title><content type='html'>Coco went to heaven early this day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TL2-3Vjk56I/AAAAAAAAATk/ydSGBC1VvjA/s1600/DSC05189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TL2-3Vjk56I/AAAAAAAAATk/ydSGBC1VvjA/s400/DSC05189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529785775369283490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TL2-3GB1vVI/AAAAAAAAATc/AGTWqc6dk14/s1600/DSC05026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TL2-3GB1vVI/AAAAAAAAATc/AGTWqc6dk14/s400/DSC05026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529785771201248594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TL2-2v0mHkI/AAAAAAAAATU/OfLshhBoRmo/s1600/DSC05033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TL2-2v0mHkI/AAAAAAAAATU/OfLshhBoRmo/s400/DSC05033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529785765240118850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TL2-1RUGhqI/AAAAAAAAATM/YFvq6A0f1eU/s1600/DSC05028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TL2-1RUGhqI/AAAAAAAAATM/YFvq6A0f1eU/s400/DSC05028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529785739870897826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-6227656534482149606?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/6227656534482149606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=6227656534482149606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6227656534482149606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6227656534482149606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/10/coco.html' title='Coco'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TL2-3Vjk56I/AAAAAAAAATk/ydSGBC1VvjA/s72-c/DSC05189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-7655996089633251159</id><published>2010-09-25T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T02:42:42.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Out</title><content type='html'>We went to Cheska's birthday celebration last Saturday and it was really fun. We're actually allowed to bring our plus ones and I've spent weeks trying to look for a date. I was able to invite a friend from college but unfortunately, he was unavailable for that day. I didn't think about asking some of my guy friends because I wanted to bring someone I'm not as close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one of us ended up bringing a plus one and it was enough for all of us. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the guests performed and we really enjoyed listening to the Unga Bunga by Cheska's boyfriend's brother-in-law, that we even asked for an encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had coffee after the party and then we drove around in circles until we ended up going to a gas station in Bulacan and waited for the sun to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun especially when you're missing your best girlfriends a lot. I hope we do something like this again in the very near future. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJzvzzHgxcI/AAAAAAAAATE/FxMuWGrxHLk/s1600/58682_1563705005122_1010272377_2584041_2403727_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJzvzzHgxcI/AAAAAAAAATE/FxMuWGrxHLk/s400/58682_1563705005122_1010272377_2584041_2403727_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520550916423468482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJzvzjQBNhI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Asgai-ofBcA/s1600/58682_1563704245103_1010272377_2584022_2610438_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJzvzjQBNhI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Asgai-ofBcA/s400/58682_1563704245103_1010272377_2584022_2610438_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520550912164181522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJzvzkd9X2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/e55u55eqMjQ/s1600/58682_1563704285104_1010272377_2584023_3519290_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJzvzkd9X2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/e55u55eqMjQ/s400/58682_1563704285104_1010272377_2584023_3519290_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520550912491085666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJzvzajGaRI/AAAAAAAAASs/7UtYFgItjiA/s1600/59224_500652629917_571894917_7174108_4693109_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJzvzajGaRI/AAAAAAAAASs/7UtYFgItjiA/s400/59224_500652629917_571894917_7174108_4693109_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520550909828294930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-7655996089633251159?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7655996089633251159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7655996089633251159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7655996089633251159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7655996089633251159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/09/saturday-night-out.html' title='Saturday Night Out'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJzvzzHgxcI/AAAAAAAAATE/FxMuWGrxHLk/s72-c/58682_1563705005122_1010272377_2584041_2403727_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-210464142037209293</id><published>2010-09-24T21:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:32:44.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banchetto</title><content type='html'>Last week was super fun! Two night-outs in a row with people I love dearly - high school friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was spent at Banchetto in Ortigas. It started with a cold rainy night but nothing could ruin our plans to eat our hearts out. I went to bed with a stomach full of lasagna, cheesy potatoes, 1/2 hamburger, some brownies and leche flan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymwJ8im3I/AAAAAAAAASk/lbGcNfynTnE/s1600/61548_1562387772192_1010272377_2580413_1571173_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymwJ8im3I/AAAAAAAAASk/lbGcNfynTnE/s400/61548_1562387772192_1010272377_2580413_1571173_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520470589483162482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymv1RCDlI/AAAAAAAAASc/Upb7raMkeNE/s1600/59811_1562403772592_1010272377_2580456_3369772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymv1RCDlI/AAAAAAAAASc/Upb7raMkeNE/s400/59811_1562403772592_1010272377_2580456_3369772_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520470583931965010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymvrLEUsI/AAAAAAAAASU/QZcuV35a4FY/s1600/59058_1562380652014_1010272377_2580393_4472524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymvrLEUsI/AAAAAAAAASU/QZcuV35a4FY/s400/59058_1562380652014_1010272377_2580393_4472524_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520470581222593218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymKSM2IQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9Lp6MrserF0/s1600/63029_1562377331931_1010272377_2580391_5222052_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymKSM2IQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9Lp6MrserF0/s400/63029_1562377331931_1010272377_2580391_5222052_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520469938864005378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymLDGSs_I/AAAAAAAAASM/1MXhef4sfDg/s1600/61548_1562387852194_1010272377_2580415_6910720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymLDGSs_I/AAAAAAAAASM/1MXhef4sfDg/s400/61548_1562387852194_1010272377_2580415_6910720_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520469951989855218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymKZupgTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hBN_qut-dP4/s1600/60319_1562374731866_1010272377_2580386_7398982_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymKZupgTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hBN_qut-dP4/s400/60319_1562374731866_1010272377_2580386_7398982_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520469940884832562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymKJ8r6fI/AAAAAAAAARs/WXaxnwtwh-Q/s1600/62528_1562365931646_1010272377_2580375_5924924_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJylcfJLkmI/AAAAAAAAARM/1sO5JzBG938/s400/59346_1562353571337_1010272377_2580363_5047759_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520469152064311906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJylcFKOObI/AAAAAAAAARE/Hma6bW6Wjas/s1600/59346_1562353531336_1010272377_2580362_2656675_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJylcFKOObI/AAAAAAAAARE/Hma6bW6Wjas/s400/59346_1562353531336_1010272377_2580362_2656675_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520469145089358258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-210464142037209293?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/210464142037209293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=210464142037209293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/210464142037209293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/210464142037209293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/09/banchetto.html' title='Banchetto'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TJymwJ8im3I/AAAAAAAAASk/lbGcNfynTnE/s72-c/61548_1562387772192_1010272377_2580413_1571173_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-8860953069976048352</id><published>2010-08-08T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T02:57:51.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuuush!</title><content type='html'>I really don't want to hear people's sex lives because I immediately imagine them making the deed. I mean, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me the imageries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-8860953069976048352?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/8860953069976048352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=8860953069976048352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8860953069976048352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8860953069976048352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/08/shuuush.html' title='Shuuush!'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-6164046019263710264</id><published>2010-07-08T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:04:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yehey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TDXccd-YyAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ghd1ZMyqtrE/s1600/ilib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TDXccd-YyAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ghd1ZMyqtrE/s400/ilib.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491537702288934914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thesis is at the ilib. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-6164046019263710264?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/6164046019263710264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=6164046019263710264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6164046019263710264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6164046019263710264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/07/yehey.html' title='Yehey'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TDXccd-YyAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ghd1ZMyqtrE/s72-c/ilib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-2300050062063847213</id><published>2010-06-21T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:26:11.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impenetrable</title><content type='html'>Even though I've encountered so many frustrations just these past couple of months, I refuse to be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stronger, more impenetrable and any disappointments that may come my way should only fuel my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not mope or feel sorry for myself. Must I always remember that every thing that happens is controlled by a higher being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TB-mRCJzCDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/T04IK3Wpn8k/s1600/IMG_2782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TB-mRCJzCDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/T04IK3Wpn8k/s400/IMG_2782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485285682726504498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-2300050062063847213?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/2300050062063847213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=2300050062063847213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2300050062063847213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2300050062063847213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/06/impenetrable.html' title='Impenetrable'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TB-mRCJzCDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/T04IK3Wpn8k/s72-c/IMG_2782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1614328380140044973</id><published>2010-06-19T01:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T02:41:15.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TBu8kac83BI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TxNAzS_yU6s/s1600/DSC05275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TBu8kac83BI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TxNAzS_yU6s/s400/DSC05275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484184305015774226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, our dog Coco was injured. I don't know which part of his body was damaged. Tata's sister and one of our kid neighbors decided to walk the dogs - ours and theirs. They were on a leash and well, they are quite young so you could just imagine how fragile their bodies are. Coco might've choked from the leash or the long walk might have caused him fatigue. We didn't know exactly but he looked like he was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to be so annoying, he was hyperactive and he loves to bite people really hard. Seeing him like that, like he was going to die any minute was so heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TBu8jyhtx3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ggcDZkOEPyY/s1600/DSC05265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TBu8jyhtx3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ggcDZkOEPyY/s400/DSC05265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484184294298339186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't eat and he couldn't drink. He couldn't even give a sob because his voice had vanished. He had a really hard time breathing and he couldn't sleep because he was probably experiencing some discomfort on his body. The whole night he was awake struggling for his breath, struggling for his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't afford to send them to the vet and besides, it was really late already. Thank God my mom is a doctor and she used her human medical knowledge on observing him and treating him. Before I slept, I just looked at him struggling and my heart was torn into pieces. I cried, I prayed and hoped that when I wake up in the morning, I would find him back to his normal hyperactive self or probably in any state just as long as he's still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about how he wasn't shown the love that was given to our other dog Russel. Russel was, of course, the first one to be here and so we didn't want him to get jealous that's why Coco wasn't given the attention that we've been giving Russel. Russel was also sweet, caring and emotional while Coco was irritating that's why it wasn't hard to ignore him most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and the first thought that came to my mind was Coco. I wasn't woken up by anyone with the news that he's dead and took it as a good sign. I went to him and saw that he was finally able to sleep. After a while, he was able to leap from the bed. He still have some difficulty breathing but he could at least eat, sleep and drink now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want him to die without being loved the way he should have had. And he didn't. He wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TBu8jdgsI9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wrVz41FEH_o/s1600/DSC05263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TBu8jdgsI9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wrVz41FEH_o/s400/DSC05263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484184288656892882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1614328380140044973?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1614328380140044973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1614328380140044973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1614328380140044973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1614328380140044973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/06/coco.html' title='Coco'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TBu8kac83BI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TxNAzS_yU6s/s72-c/DSC05275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3884574588093176171</id><published>2010-06-08T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:50:43.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TA32OJpsk9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/0qIDZ__BucA/s1600/IMG-0817-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TA32OJpsk9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/0qIDZ__BucA/s400/IMG-0817-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480307044549170130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TA316lV9KNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/VDQrSfDppa0/s1600/IMG-0764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TA316lV9KNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/VDQrSfDppa0/s400/IMG-0764.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480306708385179858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TA31FkIFH9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/NptwT2PmLCU/s1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TA31FkIFH9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/NptwT2PmLCU/s400/group.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480305797525479378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3884574588093176171?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3884574588093176171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3884574588093176171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3884574588093176171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3884574588093176171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/06/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/TA32OJpsk9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/0qIDZ__BucA/s72-c/IMG-0817-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-8759076958372565611</id><published>2010-05-15T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:45:26.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never really liked dogs before but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S-5s4L4AkbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/viqbPzlello/s1600/DSC04801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S-5s4L4AkbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/viqbPzlello/s400/DSC04801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471430309817913778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S-5s3_4LUgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/l_N6BponNb8/s1600/DSC04614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S-5s3_4LUgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/l_N6BponNb8/s400/DSC04614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471430306597392898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S-5s4wIMTzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/y_s3EKk1Jp8/s1600/DSC05061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S-5s4wIMTzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/y_s3EKk1Jp8/s400/DSC05061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471430319549468466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S-5s4d427BI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Dgb7c3rZ0yI/s1600/DSC05031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S-5s4d427BI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Dgb7c3rZ0yI/s400/DSC05031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471430314653314066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I do. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-8759076958372565611?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/8759076958372565611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=8759076958372565611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8759076958372565611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8759076958372565611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-never-really-liked-dogs-before-but.html' title='I never really liked dogs before but...'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S-5s4L4AkbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/viqbPzlello/s72-c/DSC04801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-2967020829622624588</id><published>2010-05-15T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:22:51.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to the Moon (1902) by George Melies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUJ4Mh4Elx4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUJ4Mh4Elx4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Trip to the Moon (Le Voyage dans la lune) is a 1902 French science-fiction film. The film was directed, produced, written and starred by Georges Méliès.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-2967020829622624588?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/2967020829622624588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=2967020829622624588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2967020829622624588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2967020829622624588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-to-moon-1902-by-george-melies.html' title='A Trip to the Moon (1902) by George Melies'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1196394197539917548</id><published>2010-04-29T03:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T03:21:51.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>After 5 years of hardships and fun, I've finally graduated from college! Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S9iJ0vsxGnI/AAAAAAAAANs/29RGPAHDb6U/s1600/DSC04267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S9iJ0vsxGnI/AAAAAAAAANs/29RGPAHDb6U/s400/DSC04267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465269687064533618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S9iJz_PmUMI/AAAAAAAAANk/uEHzhh1F55g/s1600/DSC04266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S9iJz_PmUMI/AAAAAAAAANk/uEHzhh1F55g/s400/DSC04266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465269674057289922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S9iJzfDNS5I/AAAAAAAAANc/yyEln3MiFxg/s1600/DSC04229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S9iKm-__kNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Qbq1MS5luJY/s400/DSC04283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465270550165164242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S9iKmJls3jI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RiJVCKguHJo/s1600/DSC04273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S9iKmJls3jI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RiJVCKguHJo/s400/DSC04273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465270535827807794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1196394197539917548?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1196394197539917548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1196394197539917548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1196394197539917548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1196394197539917548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/S9iJ0vsxGnI/AAAAAAAAANs/29RGPAHDb6U/s72-c/DSC04267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1309963061478069974</id><published>2010-04-29T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T03:13:22.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samar Love</title><content type='html'>We went to Samar last April 17th and came back on the 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days were really really long when we were there. It felt like we've been there for months instead of days, but it was a good thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to tell everything about the trip but I still haven't got all the pictures. I want to post them here as well! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1309963061478069974?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1309963061478069974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1309963061478069974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1309963061478069974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1309963061478069974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/04/samar-love.html' title='Samar Love'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-7552309725536779840</id><published>2010-03-16T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:27:02.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russel</title><content type='html'>We got a dog last month and we named him Russel after the cute little boy from the movie Up. He's a Norfolk Terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna post some pictures but I couldn't retrieve them yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-7552309725536779840?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7552309725536779840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7552309725536779840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7552309725536779840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7552309725536779840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/03/russel.html' title='Russel'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3948593083510692343</id><published>2010-02-18T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:38:11.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>previous post</title><content type='html'>I've been really regretful on my previous post but there's no need to feel guilty about anything. The guy is a psycho. He kept on coming back just to see my friend. Once he even followed us from where we were eating and we needed to ride a tricycle just to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was fired for a few weeks now and I've heard that he was outside just this morning. He really needs to get a life, focus on his family, and should see a psychologist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3948593083510692343?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3948593083510692343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3948593083510692343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3948593083510692343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3948593083510692343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/02/previous-post.html' title='previous post'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3327965199940664070</id><published>2010-01-29T19:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:24:28.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Guilty</title><content type='html'>I feel really really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually hate people who belittles others because of what they do for a living. Every time I go to a fastfood chain, a restaurant, or a mall, I never complain even if I was given a really lousy service. At the back of my mind, I'm always thankful that I was fortunate enough to have gone to one of the best universities in Asia, possibly land a job which is stereotypically "ideal" for most people, and earn more dough than people who actually do the "dirty stuff" (i.e. jobs in construction, security, waste disposal, sanitation, etc.) - no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a pushover or apathetic but things as trivial as a bad service never get to me. I never complain seeing as a lot of people are dealing with 100 times the hardships that I have. Hardships that I probably would not experience because I was fortunate enough to have been born to a family who could live somewhat comfortably. I never complain because then, they would have to be lectured and evaluated by the management and possibly lose their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this little spiel due to my being partly responsible for someone's misery. Someone was just booted off of his job because we weren't able to tolerate his behavior. It became too uncomfortable to be there knowing that he has a tendecy of being obsessive. Mind you, he didn't do anything to me. We were just concerned with our friend's security, should the guy decide to do some actions regarding his "feelings". That friend wasn't as creeped out as we were and I also feel bad that some of the workers would think that she's being too &lt;em&gt;maarte&lt;/em&gt; when in fact, she was willing to just ignore the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the guy did was purely verbal, nothing physical. Still, what he said was really uncalled for. He should learn how to respect not just my friend who is the same age as his daughter/son, but women in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that he learns something from this ordeal and I really wish that he'd be able to get a job as soon as possible or better yet, he'd be able to join his sister in Korea and meet the love of his life, someone who will not leave him for somebody else. I'll be praying for him and I too, have learned something from this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience of being partly responsible for having someone get booted out of his job is something I am definitely not proud of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3327965199940664070?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3327965199940664070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3327965199940664070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3327965199940664070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3327965199940664070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-guilty.html' title='Feeling Guilty'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1118162427268953891</id><published>2010-01-15T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:44:30.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>What I want is someone who is capable of breaking my heart but refuses to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1118162427268953891?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1118162427268953891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1118162427268953891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1118162427268953891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1118162427268953891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/01/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-2767707485262427975</id><published>2010-01-02T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:02:20.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Excited na sa 10/20/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana may pera ako para masaya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-2767707485262427975?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/2767707485262427975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=2767707485262427975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2767707485262427975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2767707485262427975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3825090650994742290</id><published>2009-12-29T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:38:36.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post a recap of the things I've done for this year but I wanted to do it in chronological order. I still have to consult my planner to make the post more organized. BTW, I don't use my planner to "plan things". I use it to write what has already happened. I found my brain efficient enough to remember all the things that I need to do and when I need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best reasons I could give by saying that this has been the greatest year for me is because I have been to Hong Kong last July and it was the first time I have been out of the country. Also, the Ondoy tragedy and the volunteering stuff made me realize some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'd be able to post about these things soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3825090650994742290?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3825090650994742290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3825090650994742290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3825090650994742290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3825090650994742290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-6675122410637196191</id><published>2009-12-20T06:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:20:59.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write Your Own Reaction Papers</title><content type='html'>I've just checked my tracker and noticed how a lot of people have come across this blog by Google-ing "Fort Santiago Reaction Paper".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eff yourselves! Go write your own ones! It's just a freaking reaction paper which is a hell of a lot easier to make than a thesis paper. It's so freaking easy that you don't really need to Google someone else's reactions if you've ACTUALLY BEEN THERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-6675122410637196191?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/6675122410637196191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=6675122410637196191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6675122410637196191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6675122410637196191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/12/write-your-own-reaction-papers.html' title='Write Your Own Reaction Papers'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-51748576338595483</id><published>2009-12-09T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:46:17.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it December already?</title><content type='html'>I was planning to blog about my ojt experience. I still have to do less than a hundred hours more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's December already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-51748576338595483?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/51748576338595483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=51748576338595483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/51748576338595483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/51748576338595483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-december-already.html' title='Is it December already?'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-2570718759649913238</id><published>2009-11-19T02:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:11:36.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hailey's Christening</title><content type='html'>Went to Hailey's Christening last Sunday. I was one of Hailey's godmothers. She's my 4th godchild to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my 5" pumps that day and was amazed that I was able to wear it for about 6 hours straight and I did not even trip - not a single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was 5"7' that time -&gt; my actual height + the heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's our picture from Jam's cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SwRE6FtzN4I/AAAAAAAAANE/ZDrK_lGXYTw/s1600/hailey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SwRE6FtzN4I/AAAAAAAAANE/ZDrK_lGXYTw/s400/hailey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405521217508816770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-2570718759649913238?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/2570718759649913238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=2570718759649913238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2570718759649913238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2570718759649913238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/11/haileys-christening.html' title='Hailey&apos;s Christening'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SwRE6FtzN4I/AAAAAAAAANE/ZDrK_lGXYTw/s72-c/hailey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-4295507611127720547</id><published>2009-11-19T02:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:09:04.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview week</title><content type='html'>Had an interview for my OJT last Monday and yesterday. I've never had a job so I didn't know what to expect from the interview. So I was really nervous that I ended up panicking (to the point of actually crying) the night before my interview. Once the interview was done, I just had to laugh at the whole incident. It wasn't so bad. I was dreading the idea of having to work but now I'm quite excited about the prospect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've seen so many times this year, this is a case of my putting too much pressure on myself yet again. When will I ever learn to just relax and start taking that pressure off my back? That should be a good New Year's Resolution for 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-4295507611127720547?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/4295507611127720547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=4295507611127720547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/4295507611127720547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/4295507611127720547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/11/interview-week.html' title='Interview week'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-6287251020732048481</id><published>2009-11-14T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:45:01.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress and Exercise</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I told a couple of friends that I do not exercise and that I hate the whole process of it because it's too tiring and I just don't have the time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week though, my brother's exercise machine arrived and so I tried it and had fun. Because of it, I started doing some crunches as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've been a little stressed and my nerves are taking control of me, I've become an exercise freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From someone who doesn't exercise at all, I just did 100 crunches, 40 obliques, and I've done 10 km on my brother's exercise machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is making me a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I might get a banging body if this thing continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-6287251020732048481?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/6287251020732048481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=6287251020732048481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6287251020732048481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6287251020732048481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/11/stress-and-exercise_14.html' title='Stress and Exercise'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-6469554443313222945</id><published>2009-11-10T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:36:32.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5 Years!</title><content type='html'>I forgot that yesterday was my blog's 5th year anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could write as much as I used to. But I find it hard to write more than just a few sentences. Is this an effect of micro-blogging, when you've learned to concise a juicy detail into 140 characters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not because I've also been really quiet in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-6469554443313222945?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/6469554443313222945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=6469554443313222945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6469554443313222945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6469554443313222945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-5-years.html' title='Happy 5 Years!'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1379515650413109603</id><published>2009-11-10T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:49:44.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last sem</title><content type='html'>I'll be back to school tomorrow for the start of my last semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1379515650413109603?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1379515650413109603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1379515650413109603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1379515650413109603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1379515650413109603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-sem.html' title='Last sem'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-8921586049548333204</id><published>2009-11-06T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:10:53.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Yearbook Description</title><content type='html'>"Makeup is skin-deep, but beauty goes all the way to the bones. Patit may put on her face Revlon, wear cowboy boots to school, read Vogue religiously, and call herself "Princess", but she is not a Mean Girl brought to real life.  She knows her values and stands behind them all the time  - even if it means making  Mr. Right wait. She makes a mean potato salad and can eat it like a man. And instead of discussing with you what's in right now, she will tell you about the latest classic book she's read. Patit is definitely a wonderful mix of things you never thought could go together, like your favorite lipgloss and that saucy pasta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Weyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-8921586049548333204?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/8921586049548333204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=8921586049548333204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8921586049548333204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8921586049548333204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/11/college-yearbook-description.html' title='College Yearbook Description'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-2502722592718543668</id><published>2009-10-20T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:04:55.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>is 21 and stressed! haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-2502722592718543668?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-7320598318714520683</id><published>2009-10-19T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:07:50.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Research is making me forget that I'm turning 21 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...must resist the urge to sleep. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-7320598318714520683?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7320598318714520683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7320598318714520683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Schedule and Things To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oct. 12&lt;/span&gt; - Field Trip, Go to UP Manila to get my TOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oct. 13&lt;/span&gt; - Presentation and Submission of paper on Intsik 10. Presentation on 118.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oct. 14&lt;/span&gt; - Submission of novelty detail on 137&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oct. 14&lt;/span&gt; - Research Proposal Presentation (Time slot: 11:40am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oct. 16&lt;/span&gt; - Submission of 3rd project on 127&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oct. 20&lt;/span&gt; - Finals 118.1 (if not exempted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oct. 20&lt;/span&gt; - Submission of Merchandising Manual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oct. 20&lt;/span&gt; - Final submission of projects on 137&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oct. 21&lt;/span&gt; - Research Proposal Submission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Things to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; - should have finished fabric development part on the merchandising manual and be email-ed to Maxine. Stitch the invisible zipper on the skirt. Make patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday, Sunday&lt;/span&gt; - Make Research Proposal and Intsik 10 papers at the same time, make patterns for the novelty detail project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; - Field Trip, UP Manila, then polish Research Proposal summary and finish Instik 10 papers, make a powerpoint presentation of the proposal, make a hard copy for the panelists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - Submit 2nd project on 127, do novelty detail project, print the hard copy for the proposal presentation, review the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - Presentation of proposal. Finish novelty detail project, start doing the 3rd project on draping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday&lt;/span&gt; - revise proposal based on panelists comments. Polish it by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - Supposedly a free day because it's my birthday. :) Hopefully I'd be exempted on 118.1 finals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - Pass the Research Proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - SEMBREAK!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-6717286600858491072?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/6717286600858491072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=6717286600858491072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6717286600858491072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6717286600858491072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/10/schedule-and-things-to-do.html' title='Schedule and Things To Do'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-8470869672633493683</id><published>2009-10-03T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:22:33.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter To Myself</title><content type='html'>Patit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please do your thesis na. You really don't want to cram on your birthday, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're at it, you should do the other stuff as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-8470869672633493683?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/8470869672633493683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=8470869672633493683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8470869672633493683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8470869672633493683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-to-myself.html' title='Letter To Myself'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-6031293377216825219</id><published>2009-10-03T03:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:49:11.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ondoy Grad Pictorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SsZbIk3pSCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0LM2bOQZfVs/s1600-h/7819-138040304787-686109787-2380108-7571143-n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SsZbIk3pSCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0LM2bOQZfVs/s400/7819-138040304787-686109787-2380108-7571143-n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388094207089526818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SsZbIc95B5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/e7LF8MxbU4k/s1600-h/7819-138026489787-686109787-2380032-861015-n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SsZbIc95B5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/e7LF8MxbU4k/s400/7819-138026489787-686109787-2380032-861015-n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388094204968241042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Ss-FVzv2ZpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4VZHqnC0uRo/s1600-h/DSC03423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Ss-FVzv2ZpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4VZHqnC0uRo/s400/DSC03423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390673888700425874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Ss-FVlJM31I/AAAAAAAAAM0/f6Q91X6ZZLY/s1600-h/DSC03397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Ss-FVlJM31I/AAAAAAAAAM0/f6Q91X6ZZLY/s400/DSC03397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390673884780224338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Ss-EJ1nP4nI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QoM7Yq2oHQo/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Ss-EJ1nP4nI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QoM7Yq2oHQo/s400/20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390672583531160178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the height of typhoon Ondoy last Saturday, I was in Makati, away from home because of a photo shoot. I was one of the first ones scheduled for our grad pictorial. It was raining really hard while I was on my way riding the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;The wind was insane, something I probably haven't experienced before. I was to meet Weyn, Tal and Khai at Magallanes Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a few minutes late from our scheduled time. We weren't exactly sure how to get to the studio. We drove around the area until we saw the pink building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there for half a day, seeing the heavy rains splashing right outside the window. I thought that it was just the usual rain, I wasn't really worried about not being able to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never went out of the studio for the whole duration of the pictorial and was oblivious of what was happening outside that room. Some of my classmates went outside the studio to look for some food. They told us that the basement of the building was flooded and even took a picture of it. I asked the staff if they have experienced a flood in that area and their answer was no. That day was the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The studio was near (walking distance) the Magallanes Station but the staff told us that that part was flooded and we should ride the MRT at the Ayala Station. They told us that riding the train is the best way to get home and avoid getting stranded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the studio, reality sank in. There was no electricity in the whole building. The studio was just using a generator so we could finish our photo shoot. I was not aware of the situation until we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends of mine have been texting me that their house were flooded and I was worried that our house was too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking around Greenbelt, still fully made-up but soaking wet, until we were at the Ayala station. The line at the ticket booth was crazy. About 200-300 people were in front of us. Some of us have lost patience and decided to ride the bus instead. I stood ground. I don't want to be stranded in EDSA. I knew that MRT was my fastest way to get home, with or without the crazy line. Fortunately, the line moved fast and as we boarded the train, there were still some empty seats available for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could walk home from North Avenue station. Going home was an easy feat for me. But I was texting some of my friends, a lot of them have been stranded for a few hours. One of them even had to spend the night at an LRT station because he couldn't go out due to the flood. That friend was able to go home about more than 24 hours since I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt so lucky and blessed. I didn't experience being stranded and our house was fine. I have the greatest urge to help out and I did. I volunteered for a couple of days. Given a choice, I would've volunteered the whole week the school was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so heart-warming to see the Philippines being united. The apathetic suddenly found his voice. Everyone wants to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone would be like this everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-6031293377216825219?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/6031293377216825219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=6031293377216825219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6031293377216825219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6031293377216825219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/10/ondoy-grad-pictorial.html' title='Ondoy Grad Pictorial'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SsZbIk3pSCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0LM2bOQZfVs/s72-c/7819-138040304787-686109787-2380108-7571143-n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-8201553480088098730</id><published>2009-09-25T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:36:25.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling butterflies in my stomach. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-8201553480088098730?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/8201553480088098730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=8201553480088098730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8201553480088098730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8201553480088098730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-137129185907884717</id><published>2009-09-20T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:47:00.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Void</title><content type='html'>Someone needs to fill this void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so incomplete. So empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-137129185907884717?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/137129185907884717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=137129185907884717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/137129185907884717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/137129185907884717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/09/void.html' title='Void'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-8807536684051041030</id><published>2009-09-19T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:50:11.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That I Need To Accomplish This Weekend</title><content type='html'>*Start my proposal. Find enough literature.&lt;br /&gt;*Sketch my designs and email them to Alex.&lt;br /&gt;*Sleep earlier. Sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;*Lessen my time in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;*Read the books I've borrowed from the library.&lt;br /&gt;*Read some of the magazines that I haven't read yet.&lt;br /&gt;*Find some fabric for my 127 and 137.&lt;br /&gt;*Do the pattern for 137 since I wouldn't be able to drape due to my dressform being a bit larger than what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;*Get the outline for the Merchandising Manual so I would have an idea on how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;*Buy the things that I need.&lt;br /&gt;*Being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit this later if I find the need to add something to this list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-8807536684051041030?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/8807536684051041030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=8807536684051041030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8807536684051041030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8807536684051041030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-that-i-need-to-accomplish-this.html' title='Things That I Need To Accomplish This Weekend'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3667641406499628632</id><published>2009-09-19T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:37:59.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>How can one change drastically for just a short period of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to change for the longest time but I just couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that I do that just need to be stopped right away but I just couldn't figure out how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good cry last night, it's something I haven't done in a while and somehow it made me human again. It's a great immediate remedy for what I'm feeling now but it would be better if I found a lasting cure for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3667641406499628632?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3667641406499628632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3667641406499628632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3667641406499628632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3667641406499628632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-9054378985578956343</id><published>2009-09-19T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:30:20.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UAAP Season 72 Cheerdance Competition</title><content type='html'>Went to watch CDC live. Thank you Benzon for the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP won 3rd place. Not bad but it would've been better if they had won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEU was really great and they really deserved their win. We, from the UP side were actually cheering for them to win. Other schools joined in as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UST and Ateneo were great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SrPC9LpgwRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jpa5mq1qgJY/s1600-h/DSC03335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SrPC9LpgwRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jpa5mq1qgJY/s400/DSC03335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382860335992586514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SrPC8Uf4FJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kKttNJ6t76k/s1600-h/DSC03324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SrPC8Uf4FJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kKttNJ6t76k/s400/DSC03324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382860321188222098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SrPC7t3FRcI/AAAAAAAAALw/UqVWStHiAaw/s1600-h/DSC03322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SrPC7t3FRcI/AAAAAAAAALw/UqVWStHiAaw/s400/DSC03322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382860310816572866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SrPC7QSJynI/AAAAAAAAALo/q20nbgpx3bM/s1600-h/DSC03323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SrPC7QSJynI/AAAAAAAAALo/q20nbgpx3bM/s400/DSC03323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382860302877051506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-9054378985578956343?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/9054378985578956343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=9054378985578956343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/9054378985578956343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/9054378985578956343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/09/uaap-season-72-cheerdance-competition.html' title='UAAP Season 72 Cheerdance Competition'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SrPC9LpgwRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jpa5mq1qgJY/s72-c/DSC03335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-4569359061174172428</id><published>2009-08-30T02:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:40:12.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recent</title><content type='html'>unlike my past few posts, this one happened just a while ago (instead of a week or a month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khai, Weyn and I watched the UP-FEU game at The Arena in San Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP lost. :( :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Spl1J2BVEFI/AAAAAAAAALg/zcnaEGgjKpM/s1600-h/Picture-009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Spl1J2BVEFI/AAAAAAAAALg/zcnaEGgjKpM/s400/Picture-009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375456442223759442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Spl1Jth2JpI/AAAAAAAAALY/qt6mN-2gzbw/s1600-h/Picture-058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Spl1Jth2JpI/AAAAAAAAALY/qt6mN-2gzbw/s400/Picture-058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375456439944226450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Spl1Iw92DyI/AAAAAAAAALI/4i1vkZnBVHM/s1600-h/Picture-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Spl1Iw92DyI/AAAAAAAAALI/4i1vkZnBVHM/s400/Picture-008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375456423687098146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Spl1JGS2xjI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Dlw2TqqqatI/s1600-h/Picture-061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Spl1JGS2xjI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Dlw2TqqqatI/s400/Picture-061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375456429412369970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-4569359061174172428?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/4569359061174172428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=4569359061174172428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/4569359061174172428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/4569359061174172428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/08/recent.html' title='recent'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/Spl1J2BVEFI/AAAAAAAAALg/zcnaEGgjKpM/s72-c/Picture-009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-7911005004232670028</id><published>2009-08-23T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:47:10.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>I watched Lady Gaga perform at the Big Dome last August 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wished the show was much longer that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody stepped on my toe before the concert. When I was home, I found out that it was bleeding. :( But seeing Lady Gaga was all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-7911005004232670028?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7911005004232670028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7911005004232670028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7911005004232670028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7911005004232670028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/08/lady-gaga.html' title='Lady Gaga'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-5157855349846330182</id><published>2009-08-05T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:57:57.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh!</title><content type='html'>I wasn't able to post anything last July! That's the only time I haven't posted anything for a month from the whole duration of this blog and it's just so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't turn back the time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've posted something about my Hong Kong trip right after it happened but I've been busy and my computer's been crazy for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog about my trip soon. hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-5157855349846330182?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/5157855349846330182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=5157855349846330182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/5157855349846330182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/5157855349846330182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugh.html' title='ugh!'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1693986781467125396</id><published>2009-06-08T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:41:46.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Your Feet on the Ground</title><content type='html'>One of the best weeks I've had in ages happened a couple of weeks ago. Everything was going my way. I felt like Superman, untouchable and on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't last long because one of the worst weeks I've had in ages happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life could turn a 180 if it wants to keep you grounded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1693986781467125396?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1693986781467125396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1693986781467125396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1693986781467125396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1693986781467125396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/06/keeping-your-feet-on-ground.html' title='Keeping Your Feet on the Ground'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1171260597313881960</id><published>2009-05-11T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:18:01.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HK!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Hong Kong! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1171260597313881960?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1171260597313881960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1171260597313881960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1171260597313881960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/1171260597313881960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/05/hk.html' title='HK!!!'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3769359380287673478</id><published>2009-04-23T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:08:54.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>So I said that I was gonna update this soon but it actually took me two weeks to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer class had begun. The 3 unit subject I'm taking now is a true test of what we've learned from the past couple of years since everything from design, production, etc. is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the subject I was dreading since I've first heard about it. I aslo had the impression that the teacher likes to fail her students. I found out that I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This subject would also serve as a view of how we'd cope up once we're in the real world, and once we're part of the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we'll do this sem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll make a business plan, produce a line of products, manage employees, work as employees for other groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll need a mentor to guide us for our business plan. I was able to contact someone from the industry who was a lecturer for a CT subject. She does not teach now. I've only seen her when she was invited by our teacher to have a talk in one of our subjects. We saw how knowledgeable she is in the field that's why our group have decided that she would make a good mentor. I was able to contact her because I found out that she's the cousin of a high school batchmate. So I asked my batchmate about mentor-to-be's contact details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject is from 8-2pm. You could just imagine how long it is. Our teacher brought us coffee and bread this morning and it really helped because I haven't slept last night and the night before that. It might've been a struggle to keep my eyes open without the caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've only had barely a week of class and I'm exhausted as hell! What will happen come May 22, the day of the defense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brain is too tired to function so I'll leave my updates to here. If I have any grammatical errors or typos, I blame my lack of sleep for it. I have a sluggish mind as of the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3769359380287673478?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3769359380287673478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3769359380287673478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3769359380287673478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3769359380287673478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-9109892452761816933</id><published>2009-04-07T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:53:34.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Blog Soon</title><content type='html'>I haven't neglected my blog even if it seems that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been suffering from writer's block and I've been really busy. I will blog again soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-9109892452761816933?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/9109892452761816933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=9109892452761816933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/9109892452761816933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/9109892452761816933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-blog-soon.html' title='Will Blog Soon'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-6761541082111251936</id><published>2009-04-01T04:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:01:04.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>I don't know what has gotten into me but I've been thinking about all the jokes I could do this day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pretend that I have a boyfriend. it would be better if i have an accomplice. someone who would pretend to be my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*text everyone I know that I "had a fight" with my parents and I decided to leave the house for good, and ask them if I could crash in their place for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tell my friends that I'm pregnant. (which I certainly am NOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tell my dad that I'm pregnant. now that would be funny! I could just imagine the look in my father's eyes! haha! (yeah, just my dad. my mom knows the joke already. I talked to her a few minutes ago and told her about my plans for this day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tell my dad that my mom is pregnant. haha! now that would be more funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*set the time on my mom's phone (the one my sister uses to wake her up) about 2 hours late and then set the alarm on 7am. my sister would wake up panicking, thinking that she's gonna be late at her exam, when the actual time is just 5am - the time she normally wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just some of my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i would be able to execute any of them because my acting chops are not that good. i would probably just end up cracking and laughing my ass out before finishing my spiels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I'm gonna post this entry after April 1 so no one would be able to read it should I decide to pursue doing one of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-6761541082111251936?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/6761541082111251936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=6761541082111251936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6761541082111251936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/6761541082111251936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-2142149930207068689</id><published>2009-03-09T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:35:02.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey there with the pretty face, welcome to the human race</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;since i love them, i'm gonna post them here.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i was youtube-ing a while ago then i saw these...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;nagconcert kasi yung The Orchestra (former members ng Electric Light Orchestra)&amp;nbsp;sa Prague nung November 2008 lang. tapos kinanta nila yung mga luma nilang kanta. (nakakatuwa lang kasi wala na nga si Jeff Lynne dun, yung gumawa ng halos lahat sa mga kanta nila. aww. sad.) namatay na rin recently si Kelly Groucutt pero nandyan pa siya sa concert nila sa Prague.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;their music was great and you'd have to forgive their hair, it was the 70s after all!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;kaya eto ang "before and after" videos nila. yung after ay yung sa concert nila recently.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;*******&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;favorite kong kanta nila:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/28_unHqjVp0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/28_unHqjVp0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Strange Magic (2001 live performance)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/gSYDGj-Ra-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gSYDGj-Ra-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Strange Magic (Prague 2008)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;*******&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Hey you with the pretty face, welcome to the human race."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/98P-gu_vMRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/98P-gu_vMRc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Mr. Blue Sky (old video)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8H8aQdSKmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8H8aQdSKmM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Mr. Blue Sky (Prague 2008)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;*******&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;disco fever!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowScriptAccess" VALUE="never"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/3v6MBHpzZg8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3v6MBHpzZg8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Last Train to London (old video)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/1TQmUi0pjvg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1TQmUi0pjvg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Last Train to London (Prague 2008)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;*******&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRnDW97nEXc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRnDW97nEXc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Twilight (old)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9QZpHfHRmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9QZpHfHRmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Twilight (Prague 2008)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;***************************************************&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;eto mga lumang videos:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6NymWR7eUg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6NymWR7eUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Need Her Love&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;*******&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUpPlzeK7RM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUpPlzeK7RM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Telephone Line&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;*******&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/_pVihntUEVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_pVihntUEVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Sweet Talking Woman&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;*******&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OBJECT height=344 width=425&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/IwZx6GjCIOU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="allowscriptaccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IwZx6GjCIOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Livin' Thing&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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race'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3283997030063538935</id><published>2009-03-06T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:44:59.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half empty</title><content type='html'>when will a half become a whole?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3283997030063538935?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3283997030063538935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Choices</title><content type='html'>one of the greatest problems someone my age would encounter at this point is about the career path he/she would like to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are in college, it is most likely that your career would depend upon the course you are taking. but what if you're having second thoughts about it? especially if the one you're taking currently is just something chosen out of convenience and not of inclination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my problem is not about wrong choices. i love the course program i have chosen and i couldn't imagine myself taking something else. my problem is having too many choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would i wanna do when i graduate? should i be a designer? merchandiser? put up a business? try QC? be more on the production side? do a fun but unstable job? do a job that i do not want but is monetarily gratifying? try something else that hasn't got anything to do with fashion yet something that interests me as much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for months, i've been pondering about my future career and still haven't decided which one to choose from my set of options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend was having the same problems as mine. she told me that at least i know what i'm going to pursue when we graduate. i asked her what it was and she told me about the thing that has been creeping through my brain for the longest time, and which i was trying to ignore. combine my love for magazine and my love for writing and voila! you'll catch her drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that, i have another career path option. it came upon my notice when we were talking about some random stuff and my friend talked about someone she knows who is currently working as a ______________. then it struck me that i wanted to do the same thing! and maybe i've been wanting to do it way, way back but i was worried because there was a lot of restrictions. i did my research and it turns out, i need not worry for the said restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i talked to my mom about it and coincidentally, she was thinking about the same thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is the year for me to be a bit more focused on my career even if i'm still in school, even if i don't have any sidelines. i just need to think about my goal, do a lot of research, prepare myself for next year and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of opportunities have presented themselves on me just this year. "fate" or "destiny", my friends, and loved ones have helped me figure out what i'm supposed to do and i couldn't be any more grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes other people know you better than you know yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3014329552688741518?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3014329552688741518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3014329552688741518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3014329552688741518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3014329552688741518'/><link rel='alternate' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SagR4kiZkLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MmGfyK90Zcs/s1600-h/IMG-1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SagR4kiZkLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MmGfyK90Zcs/s400/IMG-1006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307511824434434226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played badminton and i rediscovered my love for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SagSF0N62JI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nQtKbvxkI9I/s1600-h/IMG-1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SagSF0N62JI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nQtKbvxkI9I/s400/IMG-1008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307512051981801618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picnic was fun! we all wish that we could do it again. and i hope we'd do it sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SagSPTSEmOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/z9TYvXsNnRI/s1600-h/IMG-1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXD55G2ismU/SagSPTSEmOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/z9TYvXsNnRI/s400/IMG-1025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307512214939539682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(upon seeing that i have brought my racket out of storage and used it again after almost 3 1/2 years, they, meaning people from our house, bought me another racket and i bought a shuttlecock and we play almost every day or night as a means of exercising and having fun. my right arm is practically much firmer than my left. i really wish that i am ambidextrous so i could exercise my left arm as well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-4722786909708077260?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/4722786909708077260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=4722786909708077260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/4722786909708077260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/4722786909708077260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/P/28/qvgh11_10725232c71994efs5u711" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Celebrity Morph&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/geneology"  &gt;Geneology &lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-search"  &gt;Family search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNDI3MTI2NTkwNiZwdD*xMjM*MjcxMzI4OTA2JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9bW9ycGgmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZ*PSZvPTg3MzNmNTk2YzEyZjRiNGRiNzc3Yzk2YjA*ODZhYmY2.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-5283520014810360855</id><published>2009-01-31T01:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:30:15.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preventing a Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>my sister is starting to get attracted to boys. which is a good thing because it just means that she's as normal as the average teenager. i remember asking her opinion about certain celebrity guys i have a crush on and her responses frustrated me because all i hear is "okay lang" and "ewan" (whether the guy is as obviously gorgeous as Brad Pitt or just an okay looking Chad Michael Murray)  when i wanted straight and definite answers from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she's starting to agree with some of my choices of men and disagreeing to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, she's having her own choices of men: liking some, crushing on a few, being friendly on others. a perfectly normal thing for a girl her age. at least she isn't doing the things i did when i was 14: stalking a guy a had a huge crush on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what scares me as of this moment is her eventually falling in love then ending up in a heartbreak. i know that it's inevitable and i know that she has to experience her share of heartbreaks but i'd rather she experience it much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my first heartbreak a month before i turned 15. at that time, i think i was old enough to have gone through such an experience. but having my sister experience the same thing i had at that point in time is not a pretty picture to think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm teaching her the art of flirting and how to handle some things - well i couldn't quite describe what kind of things they are, just things related to what i'm talking about. haha. i may have been single for the longest time but i do have plenty of practice about those kinds of things. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that she's learning from me, from everything i have been through. and if ever the time would come for her to experience the inevitable heartbreak that one has to go through, she would be able to handle it as well as i had and hopefully even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i would be the annoying big sister, monitoring her from time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-5283520014810360855?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/5283520014810360855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=5283520014810360855' title='4 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style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1904, 1916, 1928, 1940, 1952, 1964, 1976, 1988, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dragon Overview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year of the Ox may slightly hinder the Dragon's independent spirit. There will be gains, but you may have to adapt to situations with different strategies than your usual style. There are three favorable months to provide periods of substantial progress and you would do well to take notice of these times and make the most of the opportunities offered. You will have many situations socially that provide great joy throughout the year. The single Dragon will be happy to know that romance is favored this year, so you may find someone to share your experiences. Be conservative in your spending or it could result in problems next year.&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Rating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40% (3 favorable and 4 neutral and 5 unfavorable months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dragon Career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon's career may be one of the more positive aspects of the year. This will be a year of reasonable progress. Even though the Dragon may have some distinct ideas on what you want to accomplish, 2009 will disclose conditions that you will have to adapt and overcome. You may have to adapt and work with others to gain what you want, rather than doing things in your own independent style. With care and effort, you can make considerable progress and improve your position, but your true gains will be with experience and skills you acquire this year that will prove invaluable in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dragon Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon is a social creature and you will invariably relish in the company of others adding enjoyment and pleasure throughout the year. Your family life will offer the support and encouragement you need. You will have to pay attention to your family members feelings by using tact and discretion in vulnerable situations. By not doing so could deteriorate close relations. There will be a number of occasions that will allow you to add to your circle of friends. The single Dragon will be pleased to know that romance is favored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dragon Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon has an active spirit and it is important that you involve yourself in a number of physical activities to maintain your health. You enjoy being outdoors and you might want to get involved with something that tests your skills and provides a change of scenery, such as rock climbing or hiking. Failure to remain active could result in added stress and emotional swings that could effect your work, as well as your personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dragon Wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon would do well to pull in the reins on lavish spending and take a more conservative approach this year. You may want to avoid any risky ventures or speculative investments in the year of the Ox. Failure to take care and caution this year could result in future problems. Keep a close watch on your financial situation throughout the year and you may find that you will have times when you can make purchases that coincide with your budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology/chinese/dragon/yearly-overview/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-8426328692832560784?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/8426328692832560784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=8426328692832560784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8426328692832560784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8426328692832560784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-of-dragon.html' title='Year of the Dragon'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3299712466980644901</id><published>2009-01-18T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:33:56.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>You know that you needed a change and you're trying your best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how could you start with it when people keep on reminding you on who you used to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you're trying to kill is being resurrected over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change isn't possible when the people around you are not willing to do it with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3299712466980644901?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3299712466980644901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3299712466980644901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3299712466980644901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3299712466980644901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/01/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-8926639891886452721</id><published>2009-01-14T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:11:05.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quesci Students Suspended for Blogging Against Principal</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.gmanews.tv/evideo/34779/10-high-school-students-suspended-for-blogging-vs-principal" frameborder="0" style="width:360px; 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Also, being constantly aware of the things you need to change may sabotage you in some ways. And besides, it's hard to follow "rules".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, just to go with the flow, I will make a list about the things I need to work on this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been feeding my mind with too much information. Information that I may or may not use now or probably in the future. I think now's the time to put my brain to rest and let my heart do some work. I've been focusing mainly on knowing and overthinking. I pride myself for the things that I know. Secretly thinking about how the people my age would only figure the things I know when they're in their 40s. But what's the use of all this knowledge if my heart is starting to turn into stone? I need to put my heart into action. It doesn't have to be the romantic kind but I need it to do something. I'll probably start with charity for it's one of my weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I need to lower my barriers. Someone criticized me for my being too uptight and my being too protective of myself. It doesn't really do me any good except for the avoidance of hurt. But getting hurt would be healthy. Maybe that's what I need to get my heart to start functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to give credit to people and give them the chance they deserve. Most of the time I think the worst out of them beforehand, so as to avoid getting hurt when one of them betrays me or do something stupid. We're only human. I make mistakes which means that they probably do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I consume softdrinks everyday. I need to lower my sugar intake. Diabetes runs in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I need to stop giving in to what my body tells me. I need to listen more to my soul rather than be lured by the seven deadly sins overtaking my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was forced to grow up fast as a kid. I was put in a situation where maturity is badly needed. Now that i'm 20, i'm doing the opposite. Whatever happened before doesn't have to affect me now. I'm 20 years old, I need to act like one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I would like to strengthen my strengths. A teacher once told us that instead of trying to strengthen our weaknesses, we should work on our strengths first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If i could, I would like to fix every relationship that I have. Even the unbroken ones. They say that if it's not broken, don't fix it. But doing something about it would be a better option than waiting for it to deteriorate before making an action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I need to love my family more. I don't want to elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I would like to strengthen my relationship with God. It would make all the difference in the world just to have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I would probably edit this in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-8014006376138099866?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/8014006376138099866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=8014006376138099866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8014006376138099866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/8014006376138099866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-4288723267857730812</id><published>2008-12-22T01:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:12:01.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of the Two Washing Machines</title><content type='html'>Our washing machine broke a long time ago and we couldn't afford to buy a new one, what with too many other expenses and all. My mom did the washing for our household. (all but mine. i do my own laundry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, my mom suffered. Thank God she had a fight with my brother for after the fight, my brother has to do all of his laundry. His are the hardest things to wash because his office clothes are expensive and must be taken care of, plus he changes clothes a couple of times or so in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, my mom came back from an event and she told me and my sister that she had won a washing machine from a raffle. My sister then told my brother about it. But then my brother told my sister that he had just bought one this morning. The washing machine would be delivered the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I don't have a boyfriend right now but one day, i'll have two. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we don't have at the present would probably be given to us in the future, perhaps even more than what we wanted in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-4288723267857730812?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/4288723267857730812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=4288723267857730812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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magazines i have bought&lt;br /&gt;-Eat (Pig Out)&lt;br /&gt;-Watch more Movies&lt;br /&gt;-Read books&lt;br /&gt;-Do schoolwork preferably way before the Christmas break ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3193548629826282261?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3193548629826282261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3193548629826282261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3193548629826282261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3193548629826282261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-5830352366204080496</id><published>2008-12-11T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:22:03.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for Christmas break</title><content type='html'>i'm just waiting for Christmas break that's why i haven't been posting for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back when the break starts... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-5830352366204080496?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-2468614385403167436</id><published>2008-12-05T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:06:03.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Types of Girls</title><content type='html'>There are five types of girls in this society:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the "Starbucks planner" girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the one who's trying to be a "Starbucks planner" girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the anti-"Starbucks planner" girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the one who doesn't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the one who doesn't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-2468614385403167436?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-1999943667428304744</id><published>2008-11-30T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:35:45.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cat Born With Two Faces and A Cat Born With Four Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1:31am UK, Friday November 21, 2008 &lt;br&gt;A vet in Australia thought he was seeing double when a cat in labour gave birth to a two-headed kitten.&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://news.sky.com/sky-news/content/StaticFile/jpg/2008/Nov/Week3/15156687.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The one-in-a-million grey and white mog can only use one of its two faces to eat because of a cleft palate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;But remarkably both of its mouths can miaow at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The tiny kitten was born at the Swan Veterinary Clinic in Perth, Western Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Its mother had endured complications during the birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;But veterinarian George Huber and his nurse, Louisa Burgess, successfully delivered the remarkable cat in a litter of three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The other two cats were born without deformities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;It follows the birth of a four-eared kitten in Illinois in August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The feline's freaky feature is the result of a congenital deformity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Ms Burgess said she was used to kittens being born with double joints, but never two faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;"I have seen cats with two tails and extra legs, but not this," she told the website inmycommunity.com.au.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Despite its irregular birth, Ms Burgess reported that cat and its mother were doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://news.sky.com/skynews/Home/Strange-News/Cat-With-Two-Faces-Two-Heads-Born-In-Australia-Freaky-Feline-One-In-A-Million/Article/200811315157063?f=rss"&gt;http://news.sky.com/skynews/Home/Strange-News/Cat-With-Two-Faces-Two-Heads-Born-In-Australia-Freaky-Feline-One-In-A-Million/Article/200811315157063?f=rss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://news.sky.com/sky-news/content/StaticFile/jpg/2008/Aug/Week3/15083018.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;2:19pm UK, Wednesday August 20, 2008 &lt;br&gt;Unlike the cruel and unusual punishment of the cat o'nine tails, this cute cat o' four ears is nothing to be afraid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;This is Yoda, a household pet born with an extra set of ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Valerie and Ted Rock took the cat in two years ago after visiting a bar in Chicago, Illinois, where a group of curious drinkers were handing him around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;He was one of a large litter, and the Rocks were happy to offer him a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Now the couple have to keep him indoors to prevent their rare pet from being cat-napped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Despite sharing names with Luke Skywalker's diminutive mentor in the Star Wars films, this unique moggy does not have Jedi powers - in fact he does not even have special hearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The extra ears are merely flaps of skin, and do not detect sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Still, the neighbourhood's mice will not taking any chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://news.sky.com/skynews/Home/World-News/Yoda-The-Cat-With-Four-Ears/Article/200808315083053?lid=ARTICLE_15083053_Yoda%20The%20Cat%20With%20Four%20Ears%20&amp;lpos=searchresults"&gt;http://news.sky.com/skynews/Home/World-News/Yoda-The-Cat-With-Four-Ears/Article/200808315083053?lid=ARTICLE_15083053_Yoda%20The%20Cat%20With%20Four%20Ears%20&amp;lpos=searchresults&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-1999943667428304744?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/1999943667428304744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=1999943667428304744' 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bitch</title><content type='html'>after a somewhat disastrous performance in 2007's VMAs, Britney's back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears at Bambi Awards (Germany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCn8aLF5h1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCn8aLF5h1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears at Star Academy (France)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xlhNHOid7U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-7362692560273675318</id><published>2008-11-29T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:06:32.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Oldest Person Dies at 115</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20081127/capt.257f3d40e1ac4c5291b6b48c8bdb1cdb.oldest_person_dies_ny107.jpg?x=213&amp;y=274&amp;xc=1&amp;yc=1&amp;wc=318&amp;hc=409&amp;q=100&amp;sig=VFhGZs8h2ed.00ZHdkxEjg--" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SHELBYVILLE, Ind. – Edna Parker, who became the world's oldest person more than a year ago, has died at age 115.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;UCLA gerontologist Dr. Stephen Coles said Parker's great-nephew notified him that Parker died Wednesday at a nursing home in Shelbyville. She was 115 years, 220 days old, said Robert Young, a senior consultant for gerontology for Guinness World Records.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Parker was born April 20, 1893, in central Indiana's Morgan County and had been recognized by Guinness World Records as the world's oldest person since the 2007 death in Japan of Yone Minagawa, who was four months her senior.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Coles maintains a list of the world's oldest people and said Parker was the 14th oldest validated supercentenarian in history. Maria de Jesus of Portugal, who was born Sept. 10, 1893, is now the world's oldest living person, according to the Gerontology Research Group.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Parker had been a widow since her husband, Earl Parker, died in 1939 of a heart attack. She lived alone in their farmhouse until age 100, when she moved into a son's home and later to the Shelbyville nursing home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although she never drank alcohol or tried tobacco and led an active life, Parker didn't offer tips for living a long life. Her only advice to those who gathered to celebrate when she became the oldest person was "more education."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Parker outlived her two sons, Clifford and Earl Jr. She also had five grandchildren, 13 great-grandchildren and 13 great-great-grandchildren.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don Parker, 60, said his grandmother had a small frame and a mild temperament. She walked a lot and kept busy even after moving into the nursing home, he said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"She kept active," he said Thursday. "We used to go up there, and she would be pushing other patients in their wheelchairs."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gov. Mitch Daniels celebrated with Parker on her 114th birthday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"It was a delight to know Edna, who must have been a remarkable lady at any age," Daniels said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Parker taught in a two-room school in Shelby County for several years after graduating from Franklin College in 1911. She wed her childhood sweetheart and neighbor in 1913.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But as was the tradition of that era, her teaching career ended with her marriage. Parker traded the schoolhouse for life as a farmer's wife, preparing meals for as many as a dozen men who worked on her husband's farm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Parker noted with pride last year that she and her husband were one of the first owners of an automobile in their rural area.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Coincidentally, Parker lived in the same nursing home as 7-foot-7 Sandy Allen, whom Guinness recognized as the world's tallest woman until her death in August.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081128/ap_on_re_us/obit_oldest_person"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081128/ap_on_re_us/obit_oldest_person&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-7362692560273675318?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7362692560273675318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7362692560273675318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7362692560273675318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7362692560273675318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/11/world-oldest-person-dies-at-115.html' title='World&amp;#39;s Oldest Person Dies at 115'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-2133873437450283816</id><published>2008-11-28T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:20:31.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>i would like people to assume that i am busy with school that's why i haven't been posting for awhile except for those &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/span&gt; cancellation rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, i'm online for more than 5 hours a day on weekdays and a lot more than that on weekends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i've been bringing my own lunch to school just like the old days. i used to bring lunch up until 4th year high school. it feels weird to bring your own food to school in college because it looks "childish" but i find it convenient, especially since we're stuck in the same "building" (if it's right to call it a building) the whole day. and aside from that, i need to save some money because i blew out the cash i've saved last semester. it was easier for me to save money last sem because i was at school 5 days a week and i had Wednesday, Friday, Saturday for half a day, i didn't need to buy food so i saved a lot more. now, i'm at school for a whole day, 4 days a week - meaning i need lunch. (my allowance is given on a daily basis and would depend on wether i go to school or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i thought &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Book Sale&lt;/span&gt; (one of my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; stores) in SM has closed but it just transferred to a different location. my sister and i found it accidentally. i was overwhelmed with happiness! i got back to collecting magazines. (the money i saved from bringing my own lunch was spent buying magazines.) when i have the time, i would take a picture of the magazine covers and post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*school is okay. being with girls the whole day isn't as bad as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm obsessed with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Electric Light Orchestra&lt;/span&gt; right now. if you haven't heard about them, here's some information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Electric Light Orchestra, commonly abbreviated ELO, were a symphonic rock group from Birmingham, England who released eleven studio albums between 1971 and 1986 and another album in 2001."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's according to wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would post a playlist of their songs someday, when i have the time. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Cruise&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: bold;color: #FF0;"&gt;Most Improved&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: bold;color: #FF0;"&gt;Worst Trainwreck&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: normal;color: #FFF;"&gt;Nicole Richie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: normal;color: #FFF;"&gt;Tara Reid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: bold;color: #FF0;"&gt;Most DVR-worthy Series&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: bold;color: #FF0;"&gt;Biggest Box Office Blowout&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: normal;color: #FFF;"&gt;True Blood&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: normal;color: #FFF;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: bold;color: #FF0;"&gt;Celeb of the Year&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: bold;color: #FF0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: normal;color: #FFF;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: normal;color: #FFF;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;font-weight: normal;margin: 12px 0 0 0;padding: 0 10px 0 0;"&gt;Who would you vote for?&lt;br&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com" style="color: #3300FF;text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;PerezHilton.com&lt;/a&gt; to vote!&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/9081252-7595481470361390986?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7595481470361390986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7595481470361390986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7595481470361390986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7595481470361390986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/11/perezzies-2008.html' title='Perezzies 2008'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-7665633540222454631</id><published>2008-11-15T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:30:16.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing Daisies doomed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pushingdaisiesinsider.com/images/gallery/pushing-daisies-characters_520x314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px; height: 314px;" src="http://www.pushingdaisiesinsider.com/images/gallery/pushing-daisies-characters_520x314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pushingdaisiesinsider.com/images/gallery/girth-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.pushingdaisiesinsider.com/images/gallery/girth-photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepiemaker.com/wp-content/gallery/season-2-promotional-cast-photos/PD2-Olive6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 442px; height: 640px;" src="http://www.thepiemaker.com/wp-content/gallery/season-2-promotional-cast-photos/PD2-Olive6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepiemaker.com/wp-content/gallery/season-2-promotional-cast-photos/pd_s2-chilg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://www.thepiemaker.com/wp-content/gallery/season-2-promotional-cast-photos/pd_s2-chilg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepiemaker.com/wp-content/gallery/season-2-promotional-cast-photos/PD2-Chuck7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://www.thepiemaker.com/wp-content/gallery/season-2-promotional-cast-photos/PD2-Chuck7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepiemaker.com/wp-content/gallery/season-2-promotional-cast-photos/PD2-Ned5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://www.thepiemaker.com/wp-content/gallery/season-2-promotional-cast-photos/PD2-Ned5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know for sure but i've read a lot of rumors about the show getting cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fans of the show are doing something about it - a kind of a petition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished to get involved with it but i'm all the way in the Philippines. i don't know if whatever i say would count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what disappoints me most is that Pushing Daises is one of the few shows that does not promote sex. i mean, come on, Ned and Chuck could not possibly have sex on the show unless it's a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything you watch has sex written all over it. it's so overrated. not everything has to be about sex, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aside from that, Pushing Daisies has a unique storyline and it doesn't leave you with a negative feeling after the show ends. (okay, the only negative thing you'll feel is the sadness that comes with waiting another week for the next episode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the show gets cancelled maybe it would feel like i've lost a good friend or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just have to cross my fingers for now and hope that the show wouldn't get axed anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-7665633540222454631?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7665633540222454631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7665633540222454631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7665633540222454631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7665633540222454631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/11/pushing-daisies-doomed.html' title='Pushing Daisies doomed?'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-5370562894871211170</id><published>2008-11-09T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:39:16.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 4th year anniversary!</title><content type='html'>it's my bloggy's 4th birthday today, 9th of November. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anne frank had a kitty, well, this is my kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if voldemort had left a lot of horcruxes, this blog would be my own horcrux.&lt;br /&gt;when i would leave this world someday, a part of me would always be here because of this. (well, if blogger would still continue to exist, that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would plan to continue blogging here for as long as i live (so i do hope that blogger will always be here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to post something here but i couldn't think of any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what to write about or ask me anything. i'll try to answer it. haha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-5370562894871211170?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/5370562894871211170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=5370562894871211170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/5370562894871211170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/5370562894871211170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-4th-year-anniversary.html' title='happy 4th year anniversary!'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-842779943081308501</id><published>2008-11-06T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:20:13.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go home</title><content type='html'>what the hell is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stand by your own decision and you'll never hear anything from me, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-842779943081308501?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/842779943081308501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=842779943081308501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/842779943081308501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/842779943081308501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-home.html' title='go home'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-7912974181837147220</id><published>2008-10-31T02:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:37:10.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blabbing</title><content type='html'>i haven't been sleeping well this past week. or at least, i haven't been sleeping at the time when a normal person usually does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sleep at about 7am-10am then wake up at around 4pm-6:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i haven't been doing anything at those hours. i have been locking my eyes on the computer then i would read books till the wee hours of the night. but when i put them down, i still couldn't sleep. i try really hard to wake up at noon time (so i would be too tired and end up sleeping early) but i could never seem to hear my phone when the alarm goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sembreak has never done anything to me. i haven't been out of the house except for the occasional 1 hour stay at the mall (with my sister) and to the church every Sundays. i am too lazy and too stubborn to text my friends for a meet up. and when i do, no one wants to text me back! haha. the irony of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's technically friday. school would be back in session on thursday next week but i think i have to be there on monday for the enrollment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sembreak is a total waste. i was planning to squeeze out my creative juices and make something good but all i came up with were plans (which i have forgotten already) and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also been avoiding being sociable. sometimes i feel like i don't have any friends left. but i don't really get lonely because of that. rather, it just adds up to the numb feeling at the pit of my chest. i don't like how it feels but i think that being numb is just part of my body's defense mechanism against disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even through all of this, i can't say that i feel sad or lonely. just numb and completely bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dreading the coming semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might as well have enrolled myself to an all-girl school and i don't think i can take it. i would go crazy, really, because i think non-coed schools are insane and unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seeing that i'm not really sociable these days and ALL of my subjects are my majors, i wouldn't be able to feel a rush of testosterone anywhere near me. (the only male student from our block is not-so-male after all) wouldn't you think that that's enough to drive someone crazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-7912974181837147220?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7912974181837147220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7912974181837147220' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7912974181837147220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7912974181837147220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/10/blabbing.html' title='blabbing'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-3769248913502366683</id><published>2008-10-21T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:27:59.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for those who remembered</title><content type='html'>again, thank you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to my OC-ness, i categorized everything and arranged them in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;via SMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;br /&gt;Mai&lt;br /&gt;Vani&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Tei&lt;br /&gt;Miles&lt;br /&gt;Benzon&lt;br /&gt;Roxy&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Chito&lt;br /&gt;Ron Gutierrez&lt;br /&gt;Tal&lt;br /&gt;Vianka&lt;br /&gt;Farn&lt;br /&gt;Paula&lt;br /&gt;Ace Gapuz&lt;br /&gt;Cheska&lt;br /&gt;Arabelle&lt;br /&gt;Bea Rigodon&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Jam Talag&lt;br /&gt;Arienette&lt;br /&gt;Rapi&lt;br /&gt;Joseph&lt;br /&gt;Gelai&lt;br /&gt;RC&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Belleza&lt;br /&gt;Leidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via Friendster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riki&lt;br /&gt;Jalu&lt;br /&gt;Gwen Malibiran&lt;br /&gt;Lea&lt;br /&gt;Carmi&lt;br /&gt;Jola&lt;br /&gt;Kath&lt;br /&gt;Abi&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Sheen&lt;br /&gt;Michiko&lt;br /&gt;Anna Caballes&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Marvs&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Tei&lt;br /&gt;Jam Talag&lt;br /&gt;Bomber&lt;br /&gt;Sherry&lt;br /&gt;Avir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;via Facebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingming&lt;br /&gt;Korina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;via Multiply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella&lt;br /&gt;Weyn&lt;br /&gt;Mae&lt;br /&gt;Maple&lt;br /&gt;Marnex&lt;br /&gt;Sheen&lt;br /&gt;Kee&lt;br /&gt;Ron Gutierrez&lt;br /&gt;Paula&lt;br /&gt;Ate Rizel&lt;br /&gt;Mark Faustino&lt;br /&gt;Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaye [my favorite greeting. =)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;via Blogger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;via YM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis&lt;br /&gt;Giki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-3769248913502366683?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/3769248913502366683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=3769248913502366683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3769248913502366683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/3769248913502366683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-those-who-remembered.html' title='for those who remembered'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-7479453979137132014</id><published>2008-10-20T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:49:42.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/20</title><content type='html'>what i hate about my birthdays (past and present) is i tend to get too emotional and too sensitive. and it's not in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember texting a friend a while ago and he asked me if today was like my 18th birthday.  he still remembers that my 18th birthday was my worst birthday. we didn't even knew each other back then. i just told him the story last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said today was different. i was just too emotional on my 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out that it was the same as 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got emotional. i got sensitive. and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years do not really reflect maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, a 20 year-old who still acts like a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-7479453979137132014?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7479453979137132014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7479453979137132014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7479453979137132014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7479453979137132014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/10/1020.html' title='10/20'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-7465240907339117623</id><published>2008-10-20T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:04:51.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Two Decades</title><content type='html'>Thank you God for these 20 wonderful years. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-7465240907339117623?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/7465240907339117623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=7465240907339117623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7465240907339117623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/7465240907339117623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-two-decades.html' title='Happy Two Decades'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-86758501837893152</id><published>2008-10-19T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:56:55.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning my room</title><content type='html'>i'm in the middle of tidying up my room, which is not a very easy job i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've garnered a whole lot of mess this semester. i never really clean up my room during a sem because i don't want to misplace anything. everything i need to find should be where i placed them. i know it's disgusting but it's better than losing important documents, materials, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had someone clean up my room mid-sem. it was good but i couldn't locate some of the things i need because it had been placed somewhere else. that just frustrates me that's why i let all the garbage mess up and accumulate in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think that it's ok for me to sleep in an untidy place, well, you're wrong. i am also disgusted by my room that's why i never went there unless i needed to. sometimes i sleep in the other room so as not to be disgusted in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i am cleaning right now is because first sem is already over and my birthday is only a few minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to sleep in a dirty area on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sick right now, i may encounter an asthma attack while tidying up my room but i just have to sleep peacefully on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably post some pics of the before and after look of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i will head back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-86758501837893152?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/86758501837893152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=86758501837893152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/86758501837893152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/86758501837893152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/10/cleaning-my-room.html' title='cleaning my room'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-696192108253288868</id><published>2008-10-18T02:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:48:09.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>climbed into her skin</title><content type='html'>a famous line from Harper Lee's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt; was the one spoken by Atticus Finch to his daughter Scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view--until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 24 hours earlier, my sister and i figuratively climbed into each other's skin and walked a whole mile in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that what happened earlier brought us closer and made us understood each other even more - a feat i never deemed possible for we were already closer than most sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-696192108253288868?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/696192108253288868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=696192108253288868' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handbagplanet.com"&gt;www.handbagplanet.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-2164666351605019893?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/2164666351605019893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=2164666351605019893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2164666351605019893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/2164666351605019893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/10/want-to-win-free-handbag.html' title='want to win a free handbag?'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081252.post-90478631057558112</id><published>2008-10-13T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:44:10.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; again would i want to experience another &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anxiety attack&lt;/span&gt;. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, i'm already &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;freaking out&lt;/span&gt; just thinking about the things i need to accomplish on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oct. 15&lt;/span&gt; alone. (that's not even counting the other things i need to do by the end of this week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not make the most out of my weekend and i'd be suffering from the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said that i would try not to cram but i just can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081252-90478631057558112?l=ishtarpish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/feeds/90478631057558112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081252&amp;postID=90478631057558112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/90478631057558112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081252/posts/default/90478631057558112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ishtarpish.blogspot.com/2008/10/hell-week.html' title='hell week'/><author><name>Patit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10026537364700614064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/34/45/3255443/1_259986126l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
