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day.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115769719748230002</id><published>2006-09-08T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:38:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bitch keeps on talking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;isang malaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUWAKANABITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SANAMAGAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sa isang taong hindi marunong umintindi ng sariling patakaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't have the right to stop me from doing something, kung ikaw mismo hindi mo sinusunod ang sinasabi mo. you're absolutely right, bitch. our ******* is such an asshole. you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115769719748230002?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115769719748230002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115769719748230002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115769719748230002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115769719748230002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/09/bitch-keeps-on-talking.html' title='the bitch keeps on talking.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115737205063322599</id><published>2006-09-04T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:20:03.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of music video song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKYLAR BLUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;close my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;underneath a full moon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who shares her smilehere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll wait just for her entrance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soft words spoke but heard aloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she holds me here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she can't hear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what's on my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you stay for awhile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or just forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;open eyes you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i find you go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;close my eyes for another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to find you here i'll pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make a wish for you to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just forever,reach to light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;throwing smiles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that will last forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she renames the mountains for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afraid to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afraid to open my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to my loss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perfectly she holds my face screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really don't fucking know but this song leaves me nothing but gloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't remember how it goes but when it starts playing it stays. hell yeah, and i couldn't even give a hint of what's playing on my mind when i hear it. doomed again, that's what i always am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when it stops, it immediately vanishes. this is the first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if there's more to listening than just hearing, i wish i could give something new to my auditory nerves. i, too, don't know what i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115737205063322599?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115737205063322599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115737205063322599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115737205063322599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115737205063322599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/09/change-of-music-video-song.html' title='change of music video song'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115682830962311427</id><published>2006-08-29T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:11:49.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bliss of ranting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish i have my own totoro. the cat bus would be a nice pal, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'd be able to escape seclusion as triumphant as tim robbins in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the shawshank redemption.&lt;/span&gt; there's a lot more to escape from, these days, besides politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could run around like a rascal, caring less than showing off my underwear; the same way mei and satsuki did in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my neighbor totoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could date someone as hot as vince of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will and grace.&lt;/span&gt; i envy eric mccormack for he always get to kiss debra messing after the show. he also gets to kiss every hot guy he's paired with. i envy sean hayes, i just do. i envy megan mullaly for she just won an emmy last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could kiss piper perabo. i wish i could do the same with the guy who played her husband. i never knew i could appreciate lesbo love much after watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine me and you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could do all these. time to pack-up. in my dreams, i'm off to hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115682830962311427?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115648798923221692</id><published>2006-08-25T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:13:30.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shawshank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;hope&gt;&lt;hope&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE EXISTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/hope&gt;&lt;/hope&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if you have the chance, go watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the shawshank redemption&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and you'll see what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115648798923221692?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115648798923221692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115648798923221692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115648798923221692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115648798923221692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/08/shawshank.html' title='shawshank.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115579047257988708</id><published>2006-08-17T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:31:19.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>til death do us part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had a hard time finding these lyrics from search engines and so i want to share my favorite lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is this what they call growing up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The shape, the feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then count me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything's a joke, a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A fad, no roots to hold us in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my concept for the music video thing is an interpretation of the song, probably it would be a narartive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possible target themes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;children in divorce&lt;/span&gt; - how this shit affects kids, a little inspiration from soul asylum's runaway train video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bridezilla&lt;/span&gt; - a runaway/groomless bride- inspired thing. what are the repercussions of the groom's absence in a wedding? (kinda cheesy, but i plan to dwell on the bride's insanity, like what are her tendencies when this happens and how she copes up with the traumatic experience.) i plan on adding a twist of MILLION DOLLAR HOTEL in the end. (jeremy davies scene, remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wilderness&lt;/span&gt; - the opening sequence of LOST inspired me to make this an option. remember when jack wakes up in the jungle wearing a suit just to find out that their plane crashed in the weirdest isalnd ever? i plan on doing something like that coz the song is written on a sad note and the element of being alone might do the video good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;[please people give me suggestions coz i am open to more creative/ interesting insights now. camawn!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115579047257988708?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115579047257988708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115579047257988708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115579047257988708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115579047257988708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/08/til-death-do-us-part.html' title='til death do us part.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115571087250283657</id><published>2006-08-16T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:51:43.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music video mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moiy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goiyd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's nothing to worry about. two weeks from now I should've passed my FINAL music video production. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sir lyle is a music video genius, directing good mtvs for slapshock, chicosci, kyla, and [guess who.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if my stuff turns out to be a huge mediocre, i think i'll just die of melancholy. I ALWAYS WANTED TO PLEASE SIR LYLE WITH MY PRODUCTIONS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, can i just mention that it'll be an individual thing, all things are on one's shoulders (most of the time not true coz nice peers help. sometimes, a little bit of force and blackmail make them help. a bribe may always come in handy. :-0)i'll be using a rock song by skylar blue called Til Death Do Us Part. my plan is to make something unexpected. like for the song, some would guess that its all about love, commitment and the likes but actually it's a song of breaking apart, of being alone, of sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't wait. i know i would learn so much from the experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115571087250283657?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115571087250283657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115571087250283657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115571087250283657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115571087250283657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/08/music-video-mania.html' title='music video mania'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115545669348017617</id><published>2006-08-13T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:49:23.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darn it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRYING&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;TAKE&lt;br /&gt;CARE&lt;br /&gt;OF&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;ISN"T&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;GOOD&lt;br /&gt;DEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115545669348017617?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115545669348017617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115545669348017617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115545669348017617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115545669348017617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/08/darn-it.html' title='darn it.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115528773588414294</id><published>2006-08-11T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:49:59.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runaway Train - Soul Asylum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/wljjTpJHVNg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have always loved soul asylum.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and damn, this video still gives me shivers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*teary eyed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115528773588414294?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115528773588414294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115528773588414294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115528773588414294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115528773588414294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/08/runaway-train-soul-asylum-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115528962701069711</id><published>2006-08-11T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:52:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backfought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it still sucks whenever i feel like i'm asking favors more than doing something for others. i can't help but think that these people still whine at my back, and i'm feeling ill for not being able to accept that nobody pleases everybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still don't dig why i fear knowing people who backfight, though its true that almost everyone stabs when the enemy's not around. i know i can't be the exact person everybody likes, but i confess that i often try to be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the other hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my filmmaking life is now going somewhere, i know i'm learning more, thanks to our sir lyle class, heck i thought it would all feel like a total haggard but every tuesday means learning something ( a lot of things, i say) new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have also caught myself being more than a film buff; before, i just love watching good movies and now its like there's always an alarming concept of sorts in my mind. i can't help but enjoy shooting, and the warmth for being able to satisfy yourself in the process, is the best experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma'am holmes also gave me the BEST motivation when she said that i'm doing well in class and that i could possibly get a high grade. it was like an old engine starting to fire up again after a few overhauls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sir vlad is being more than interesting; im enjoying his class more now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last night, it was FUN. i was able to watch three cinemalaya entries (ang huling araw ng linggo, batad: sa paang palay, and tulad ng dati.) ang huling araw ng linggo's story was really interesting, i enjoyed the acting too. however, its cinematography and other technicalities sucked, especially when there's a lot of handheld camera shots even if there's nothing significant using it with the story. sir lyle told us that using a handheld cam should always go with it having a relevance to the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw some high school friends too which made me really happy. (aside from seeing the dawn and sandwich's raymond marasigan.) there came rio, pao, john, and arax. i still can't hide the fact that i terribly miss high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there. all spur of the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115528962701069711?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115528962701069711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115528962701069711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115528962701069711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115528962701069711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/08/backfought.html' title='backfought.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115476057824493558</id><published>2006-08-05T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T14:49:38.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things im currently into:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. rockstar: supernova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. apple iTunes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. filmmaking, particularly editing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. strawberries and cream, eclair from starbucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. pulp fiction image and audio downloads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. tommy lee image downloads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. nirvana, radiohead, r.e.m, soul asylum, skylar blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. burritos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Lost season 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE= WEB+MUSIC+FILM+TV+FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115476057824493558?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115476057824493558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115476057824493558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115476057824493558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115476057824493558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/08/bummer.html' title='bummer.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115458459593407518</id><published>2006-08-03T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:56:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prognosis of a new notebook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tit for tat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a new laptop makes my life easier now. dvd writer. editing software. hell if i suck on filmmaking, i can only blame myself, i have the resources. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. bye kuya jun. your php150-worth video transfer is helpful but i don't need it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;rockstar: supernova is a vital necessity. like sunlight. like water. like oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zayra's making me crazy. i haven't seen anyone as hot as this woman. kung ako si tommy lee, i'll probably marry her, vice versa. they're both hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/201b_tommy_solo_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/201b_tommy_solo_0111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one of the reasons for my rockstar addiction. i just love tommy lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nervewracking zayra. i can't help but drop my jaw when she performs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/204b_zayra_2076.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/204b_zayra_2076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/203b_zayra_1345.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/203b_zayra_1345.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115458459593407518?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115458459593407518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115458459593407518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115458459593407518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115458459593407518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/08/prognosis-of-new-notebook.html' title='prognosis of a new notebook.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115425767440172390</id><published>2006-07-30T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:17:36.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>richmond rants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt; just stayed home the whole day. did nothing but watch &lt;strong&gt;adaptation&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;the human stain&lt;/strong&gt;. they're dvds i borrowed from &lt;strong&gt;bebe&lt;/strong&gt;. i enjoyed them both but i really liked the human stain more. cinematography is flawless! i can't help but agree when bebe admires sir anthony hopkins. whatever role, he comes up with a superb performance. nicole kidman did great too. it's a bit awkward, though, to watch the two doing a bed scene. on the other hand, i had a few yawns at adaptation. there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;. it was another performance show of rockstar: supernova. dilana, as usual, was excellent in her version of cyndi lauper's time after time. i like zayra, but she really made garbage out of blondie's call me. storm is a rockstar, no doubt. nice stagedive. i'm getting too much addicted to this show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday.&lt;/strong&gt; socsci3 class. i admit that i am talkative and i can't help but talk alot. it just pissed me off when the prof made a big deal out of it. besides, there were a lot of us talking, not just me. i don't dig her. my kom1 class is getting abit intereseting now and i really enjoy the company of my perky groupmates. they're fun. at home, i wasn't able to watch rockstar's elimination show coz the cable connection sucked. bebe, as always, was a very NICE friend [extremely nice, she's a saviour]. she taped the show so i could watch it the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;. panpil17 class. we watched something. i reallly don't know what that is. sir vlad wasn't there so it wasn't that fun. afterwards, i had lunch with &lt;strong&gt;bebe&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;cheska.&lt;/strong&gt; we watched the rockstar elimination show through bebe's videocam. phil was sent home. haha. zayra really has to work it out next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; the bitch from our comm100 clas finally shed the true her. she was a monster. it was again about my talkative-ness. i am really noisy, i know but the way she dealt with it was below the belt. i really was speechless when she confronted us. i still wonder, up to now, what happened. i am really not like that. i think i began to mature more when i stepped college. otherwise, it would be a brawl like what i usually had before. what made my day was when &lt;strong&gt;cheska&lt;/strong&gt; spoke to the bitch and told her what she did was wrong. i never thought she would defend us like that. i admire her for being able to speak for us when we couldn't. i was touched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since writing this, i feel guilty for the times i did something nasty towards bebe and cheska. they really are FRIENDS. theyre only the ones who could make me feel like i'm needed. &lt;strong&gt;barbie&lt;/strong&gt; is also someone to whom i should ask apology coz there had been a lot of instances when i knew i made her feel bad. the three of you have been very helpful to me since the sem started. i thank you alot and i apologize for my shortcomings. i'm looking forward to continue this long journey with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**mushy mushy turns really yucky**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115425767440172390?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115425767440172390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115425767440172390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115425767440172390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115425767440172390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/07/richmond-rants.html' title='richmond rants.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115371474325032056</id><published>2006-07-24T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:44:36.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't say much now coz i really have to start working on some school stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just opted to upload some stills we took during OUR (when i say our, it means me and my blockmates) very first production shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/Image%281682%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never thought cinematography was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun; i would take so much time to tell you all what happened (in my perspective). there were errors, but i guess all of us learned new things from the experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mara's &lt;/strong&gt;work is great, as well as &lt;strong&gt;cheska's.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm feeling a sense of pride for their works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/Image%281688%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;screen test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing is for sure: even if i (or some of us) sucked big time, we're all on our way THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we just have to stretch some muscles and extract our own creative juices more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/Image%281689%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;conspiracy theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115371474325032056?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115371474325032056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115371474325032056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115371474325032056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115371474325032056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-my-way.html' title='on my way.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115278785264498730</id><published>2006-07-13T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:50:52.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Virgin Suicides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich, Cheska, Timmy, Meryl, Bebe, Barbie, Loren, Jomar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{and everyone else who suffers information overload/nosebleed every tuesday}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*killing ourselves is now an OPTION.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115278785264498730?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115278785264498730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115278785264498730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115278785264498730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115278785264498730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/07/bittersweet_13.html' title='bittersweet.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115242971162920016</id><published>2006-07-09T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T15:21:51.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo mode no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've added 5 new (err, they're not new, really) songs in my radio blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody- Bonnie McKee&lt;/span&gt;. heartwarming lyrics, i first heard it in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;win a date with tad hamilton &lt;/span&gt;and loved it instantly. bonnie's voice reminds me of my grade school crush. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt;. a long-time favorite, i don't know why i remembered to include it in my song list just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How You Remind Me- Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;. just love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lithium- Nirvana&lt;/span&gt;. brought by my gaga over dilana. fyi, she was chosen by supernova to be the 1st encore performer of the season! *read previous post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ode to my Family&lt;/span&gt;. magicsing fever: the only song that made me score more than 70&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"he who knows nothing, doubts nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115242971162920016?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115242971162920016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115242971162920016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115242971162920016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115242971162920016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/07/emo-mode-no-more.html' title='emo mode no more.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115225225220327717</id><published>2006-07-07T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T15:35:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock syndrome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was more than a true rockstar moment when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dilana&lt;/span&gt; (of RockStar: SUPERNOVA) took the stage with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nirvana's LITHIUM.&lt;/span&gt; it started real good; she made use of minimal kinetics, i thought she's one helluva woman coz her hair strikes the camera like blood but there she went like a statue with raging eyes (i sort of remembered avril with the sweater).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/201b_dilana2_1434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/201b_dilana2_1434.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's different. i like the way she ended the song outrageously. it was sort of like a prisoner slowly esaping her cell, giving an all-out, one-shot chance to REALLY shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also loved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ryan star's &lt;/span&gt;version of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iris&lt;/span&gt;, not because it gave me chills but i really liked the way he handled the arrangement. (i hope i'm not sounding cocky here. :-p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to not missing a single episode now, coz i did miss a lot on the 1st season (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inxs&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tv mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115225225220327717?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115225225220327717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115225225220327717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115225225220327717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115225225220327717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/07/rock-syndrome.html' title='rock syndrome.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115183116887608486</id><published>2006-07-02T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:11:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ruptured schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home at around 8am from an unplanned sleepover at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barbie's&lt;/span&gt; pad.&lt;br /&gt;i slept immediately after changing and i woke up just now to work on a bunch of tasks.&lt;br /&gt;it's important to get it all done but hey, i don't want no goddamn pressure.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at the end of the day, i should have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;worked on my script for a report in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kom1&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, i'll be a talk-show host.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished my storyboard for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;film112&lt;/span&gt; due on TUESDAY. i know i'm not good in drawing but at least I know how to try. :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;bought my dad a birthday present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned my slippers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;worked on a write-up for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jomar&lt;/span&gt;. an org requirement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;finished those dvds i borrowed from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched the whole season1 of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prison break&lt;/span&gt; which i borrowed from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;made a list for the next quiapo dvd shopping with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bebe&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished at least half of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;film102&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;panpil17&lt;/span&gt; readings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;texted my high school friends who i terribly miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;given my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m a back rub&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck, i just want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115183116887608486?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115183116887608486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115183116887608486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115183116887608486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115183116887608486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/07/ruptured-schedule.html' title='ruptured schedule'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115172714631815691</id><published>2006-07-01T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:12:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>renaissance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's the haircut, but i'm feeling better today. the only thing that sucks now is the fact that i havent got the chance (still) to work on my problems. i know im feeling better but i also know that things don't stop here. i have to work on resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human nature tells me not to worry, just relax. don't take things too seriously. but whenever i try to update this journal, i tend to bring too much emotions to it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i end up feeling alone.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;berns&lt;/span&gt; once said that blogging is healthy for it releases stress and it serves as a sink of our emotions. i believe her, and i hope those thoughts will put an end to this hysteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed to watch those dvds i borrowed from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bebe &lt;/span&gt;(the secretary, shawshank redemption, &amp; almost famous)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;i planned to stay up late but i ended up sleeping early. damn, i still feel sick for not being able to watch almost famous before. it's bebe's all-time favorite (her gaga over stillwater and cameron crowe proves the point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm enjoying my radio blog! &lt;br /&gt;i still cry everytime i listen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vertical horizon's the best i ever had&lt;/span&gt;, i still feel sad when i hear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast car&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first cut is the deepest. &lt;/span&gt;it's awkward coz a lot of people wonder why i like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.E.M, nirvana, u2, oasis, and radiohead&lt;/span&gt;. for the record, i am a rock fan. i grew up in a place where people eat rock music for dinner. my titos, cousins, and ninongs, were once hard-core rockistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of a nursery rhyme, i had my first LSS with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;losing my religion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a lot better now.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115172714631815691?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115172714631815691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115172714631815691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115172714631815691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115172714631815691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/07/renaissance.html' title='renaissance.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115166267218652627</id><published>2006-06-30T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:16:00.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death by complications.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling worse today. i'm not like this, i know i'm not like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel physically and emotionally battered, yet i don't know if it's just me or if there's anyone who makes me feel like a fuckup.&lt;br /&gt;i am insane. i never believed it till the moment &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheska&lt;/span&gt; asked if i'm okay. i don't know why, but i knew that moment, i am insane.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; i am insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never believed in emotional degradation. i never believed in insanity. to make it more clear, i never imagined i'd actually experience madness. for the fact that i feel like the world just sucks, i can't help but cry. i can't put even an inch of glee in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad, troubled, worried, tired, helpless, and i don't know what to do. i want my life back. i want my freedom back. i feel like i'm enslaved by my responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm not doing too much drama. it's sad coz i know there are lots of people who suck worse than i do. i just have to feel like i can. i just have to feel like a winner. i just have to emancipate myself from these thoughts, free myself from worrying too much on things. that's a difficult challenge, i know it wouldn't take just a snap to get rid of these complications. it would take much strength, much, much strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wish there'll be more to life than doing great, i wish i could be proud of what i can do and not be ashamed of what i can't. i wish my life, in effect, would be vital to someone else's. i wish i could get rid of my insecurities, my greed, my pride. i wish to die happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if these things fail, i wish my next life to be full of contentment, happiness, and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;then it'll all fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slumber*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115166267218652627?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115166267218652627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115166267218652627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115166267218652627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115166267218652627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/06/death-by-complications.html' title='death by complications.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115157600414500340</id><published>2006-06-29T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:16:38.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know it's hard right here for a pimp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am undeniably troubled today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why or how but my sense of direction seems to point nowhere, my mind doesn't seem to focus much on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have mountains of worries these days; my notepad can't hold more of my to-do lists, my calendar is raging red with reminders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more sensible to say; im just too stubborn to even give you a hint of how all these came up. I HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO DO TO EVEN GIVE MYSELF A FAVOR OF WRITING SOMETHING THAT MAKES SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i HATE the pressure, i HATE the pain, i HATE the thought of not knowing much on life, i HATE those who expect much, i HATE these moments of self-pity, i HATE knowing people who do great, i HATE proving myself, I HATE feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired of this. i know it's too early but i can't stand the responsibility anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to break free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115157600414500340?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115157600414500340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115157600414500340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115157600414500340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115157600414500340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-know-its-hard-right-here-for-pimp.html' title='you know it&apos;s hard right here for a pimp.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115114359014088380</id><published>2006-06-24T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:49:24.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear, Sloth and Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's what I'm not doing today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;*rant of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sobering&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling a high school friend I haven't talked to in years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paying debts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meditating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning something technical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting laid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogging anything sensible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115114359014088380?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115114359014088380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115114359014088380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115114359014088380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115114359014088380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/06/fear-sloth-and-procrastination.html' title='Fear, Sloth and Procrastination'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115104440956745070</id><published>2006-06-23T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:07:20.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>metamorphosis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a new blog layout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hell, i almost messed this thing up. suddenly my template disappeared and *poof*..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was blogless for, like, five minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115104440956745070?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115104440956745070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115104440956745070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115104440956745070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115104440956745070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/06/metamorphosis.html' title='metamorphosis.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115062349576030327</id><published>2006-06-18T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:16:45.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one good film.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/goodlawyerswife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/goodlawyerswife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;A GOOD LAWYER'S WIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a film by Im Sang-soo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the film boasts of too much sex scenes, some seems to be too graphic, but the overall pace of the story, the cinematography, and the production design makes it climb to my top 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it and you'll have a roller-coaster ride of eroticism, romance, hypocrisy,&lt;br /&gt;a well-crafted match of beauty and madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Counselor Joo (Hwang Jeong-min) is present on a building site where a number of skeletons have just been uncovered. the long-dead remains of people who went missing during the Korean war. The discovery has brought to light a long-buried subject that many would rather forget about. The film similarly opens up and subjects to scrutiny a number of taboos that are not usually portrayed with such frankness in Korean cinema. Just as Joo in his professional capacity falls into the hole where the bodies have been uncovered, so the other events in his life when uncovered, lead him to a parallel and no less horrific fall in his personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dvdtimes.co.uk/images/noel/goodlawyerswife1.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The father of Joo (Kim In-moon), an alcoholic, is dying yet he stubbornly remains unrepentant of a lifestyle, racked by guilt over the loss of many of his family during the Korean war, that has been less than generous to his wife and family. The son holds many of the same traits as the father. As a lawyer, he is highly regarded, completely in control and deals with everything with the utmost professionalism. His personal life however is a mess and beyond his capacity to address. He rarely sleeps with his wife, Hojung (Moon Soo-ri) and when he does, she no longer receives the same sexual satisfaction. His wife has an admirer, or perhaps stalker would be a better description, a teenage neighbour (Bong Tae-gyu) who follows her on his bike, barges into her dance class and even spies on her doing naked gymnastics in her home. His actions show every sign of emotional instability, yet Hojung is intrigued by the young man and makes contact with him. The Lawyer Joo himself has a mistress where sex is much less inhibited, but the affair leads inevitably to complications. Returning one day from a clandestine meeting with his mistress, he is involved in an accident with a drunk-driving postman on his motorbike. It is an incident that is to set off a disturbing series of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the English title of the film draws attention to the wife, the film is however clearly based around the lawyer, Joo Youngjak. But while he is the centre of events in the film, he is rarely the focus, and we have a much less clear picture of him than any of the other characters. It is an intentional technique employed by the director to depict the lack of control he has over his personal life, he is being driven by the actions around him and is powerless to control them. Outside of his professional capacity, he seems lost and disorientated, without any idea of what he really wants and is increasingly distancing himself from his responsibilities, like his father, through alcohol. These are complex characters and the film does not make it easy for you, either in relating to any of the characters, sympathising with any of them or even understanding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dvdtimes.co.uk/images/noel/goodlawyerswife2.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115062349576030327?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115062349576030327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115062349576030327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115062349576030327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115062349576030327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-good-film.html' title='one good film.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-115009339930728495</id><published>2006-06-12T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:18:01.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saisaki's far better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/kitaro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/kitaro.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/girLsLunch0ut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/girLsLunch0ut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nothing beats an empty tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; im starving to death that day and the places we went for lunch is jampacked with people as hungry as we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we tried &lt;strong&gt;kitaro&lt;/strong&gt;, a small japanese diner and the food, oh god, reminded me of &lt;strong&gt;saisaki.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am not so much into japanese food before, but the saisaki experience made those views defer. i loved raw food since then (not all, though).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i didn't like kitaro food that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i went nostalgic of the days when i hated anything japanese.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*funny thing is that i still left my plate empty.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-115009339930728495?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/115009339930728495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=115009339930728495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115009339930728495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/115009339930728495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/06/saisakis-far-better.html' title='saisaki&apos;s far better.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114975971081545115</id><published>2006-06-08T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:08:34.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's not always a bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this sem, i'll be into...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[POP CULTURE]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[PHILIPPINE CINEMA]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[BILINGUAL COMMUNICATION]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[GENDER &amp; SEXUALITY]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[THE FILMIC LANGUAGE]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fortunately, the people i enjoy being with the most, are the people i'll be dealing with these things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114975971081545115?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114975971081545115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114975971081545115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114975971081545115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114975971081545115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/06/lifes-not-always-bitch_08.html' title='life&apos;s not always a bitch.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114959303324677364</id><published>2006-06-06T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:18:25.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gap-bridging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have thought, for several times now, of an avenue where the depressing difference of WEALTH is BRIDGED. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am left with no answer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114959303324677364?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114959303324677364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114959303324677364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114959303324677364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114959303324677364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/06/gap-bridging.html' title='gap-bridging.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114958818579280263</id><published>2006-06-06T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:19:01.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the scholar's the show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAVIS, for being way too cocky, failed the fucking showdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/bio_davis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dreams of being a President, yet ironically, he sucked in the American Presidents Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit, i'm rooting for him, but his cocky-ness miserably hit him this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELISSA, who i think is the most deserving to win ( she won the first admissions showdown, beating Davis), have just won the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/bio_melissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she chose POMONA COLLEGE (i don't know where the hell that is) for the full-ride scholarship prize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114958818579280263?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114958818579280263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114958818579280263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114958818579280263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114958818579280263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/06/scholars-show.html' title='the scholar&apos;s the show.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114922185263772707</id><published>2006-06-02T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:20:05.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extreme makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/clay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/clay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clay Aiken, BEFORE, looked so much similar to the fan he surprised in the finale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but damn, look at what fame and fortune brought him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he's HOT, i say that to the extreme now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*but why do i tend to compare his singing voice to a local male singing search star?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*it's blasphemous.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114922185263772707?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114922185263772707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost a couple of bucks three days ago; i really don't know what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a bit surprising to see my *favorite* bag on the street, all messed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good thing is, i just lost the money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, there still are criminals who are HUMAN enough not to take all the stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, he left my school ID, some forms, and stuff that would really mean TROUBLE if lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bothered the whole day, it's a good thing papa replaced my lost bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt stupid, though, for not being able to take part in the process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it would feel better if it was personally taken from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin &lt;strong&gt;SJ&lt;/strong&gt;, from great old London will be arriving today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his visit means FUN, lots of FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'll go to Surigao (the hometown) after a couple of days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i won't be able to join since classes are just a week away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'll be there for a month, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't skip class that long, i have to maintain my average for that course-shifting plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tummy's not good these days, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried munching banana but there's no evident result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll try to take prescription.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i opted for the herbal thingy first, y'know?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114887551101457976?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114887551101457976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114887551101457976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114887551101457976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114887551101457976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/cup-of-float-and-troubled-tummy.html' title='a cup of float and a troubled tummy.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114847012441046540</id><published>2006-05-24T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:19:43.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as i know it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;these are some images of my life as a student filmmaker.&lt;br /&gt;and as some of you might know, that life phase already will end sometime this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/aaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/200/aaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jem and i with the original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;machete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: she obviously loved the craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/200/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my closest film 100 pals are cheska, eugene, and jem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;i still have one remaining sem for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i know most of you are tired of the usual emotional crap,&lt;br /&gt;so i'm (pretending to be) just OKAY here.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114847012441046540?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114847012441046540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114847012441046540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114847012441046540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114847012441046540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-as-i-know-it.html' title='life as i know it.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114846912659473780</id><published>2006-05-24T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:12:06.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simon spoiler.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/apr25_taylor.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/apr25_taylor.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taylor hicks caught my attention the first time i saw him on the show.&lt;br /&gt;it never came to my mind, though, that he will make it this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. okay.&lt;br /&gt;i love Kat, and i am overly biased, at times, when we chat on her performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's show made me lose that, i think. taylor really did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;he's ultimately an Idol material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got chills on his last song,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; do i make u proud? &lt;/span&gt;and that's when i saw him as the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not putting my last words on this still, cause I am really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; on predictions.&lt;br /&gt;*read past entries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll feel bad, i know.&lt;br /&gt;but I think that I'm mature enough to know what's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and what's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;great&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114836139652372092</id><published>2006-05-23T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:16:36.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: friends are pricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   it was all in a spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; i know what i did was wrong; not telling you what i really feel about what happened. i wouldnt even regret what ive said coz thats not what i usually do. i know ive been too agressive in that entry, and i know u felt bad. i'm sorry and im just saying this relatively on what my fault is, which is the blog entry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; alam mo, i am really mad knina. kc my day started bad tlga. tpos gnon pa ung aabutan ko. u know how far my place is. its not easy to travel since i commute.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; im still considering you as my friend after all, and i think u wud understand that anyone, in the grasp of anger, would do that. im sorry, too, for not even appreciating your apology.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  im just sad coz i know ive hurt someone today. im hoping u wud understand since u, too, have ur own shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  thanks for the comment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  ur friend still,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  rich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114836139652372092?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114836139652372092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114836139652372092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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a perfect buddy- someone who could dwell on our imperfections and at the same time fathom our brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as soon as we realize, we are stuck in this world of less ideals. we are actually incapable of augmenting or reducing our humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad though, coz sometimes we tend to think that one friend is IDEAL- that we can trust her more than we trust others, that we can actually believe anything that comes out of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have experienced this dilemma today, i thought all would turn out fine, but here i am, alone as my expectations fall ala avalanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have trusted her, a lot of times she missed on her responsibilities, but still gave her my hard-earned TRUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;she simply blew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid, i'm sure this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*final touch is daniel powter's BAD DAY.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114835574003427478?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114835574003427478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114835574003427478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114835574003427478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114835574003427478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/friends-are-pricks.html' title='friends are pricks.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114811219916247655</id><published>2006-05-20T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:32:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pad, the idol, the mall, the trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mei&lt;/span&gt;'s pad yesterday, the only place in the world where I can act like shit and still go home normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was hours before my life as a summer spoiler officially ended, Ma'am Portus laughed like Cruela De Ville and my pals left me for the Da Vinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was ridiculous, too ridiculous, that I have felt nothing of the stupid, shunning factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even resented that jeepney ride; it was like letting myself show free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mei's pad is a pill, it vanishes my pessimisms and cures my perplexities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a great time, working on a house for our own Sims2 journey, it was reminiscent of our official high school routine few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her hommies were nice, too. they even gave me 3 Hershey bars for my brother (which I ate on my way home :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home, I still can't contain my happy hormones overflow. part of it, maybe, is the fact that Katharine actually made it to the AI finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to bet on someone who actually made it that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/untitled.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i woke up late, i took a bath for five rushing minutes as i still opted to go with the family weekend mall attack.&lt;br /&gt;i was moody at some point, i know they wondered why. i missed breakfast, thats why.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, im OKAY again.&lt;br /&gt;it was nervewracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's freezing (again) and i am not quite sure if our (rescheduled) org trip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out-of-town&lt;/span&gt;'s still up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is STILL gonna happen, i just wish my collegues be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;this entry's boring, i know, too much diary, i don't know what happened to my perk on this habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm just out of my blogging mood, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, thats why its called changing moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114811219916247655?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114811219916247655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114811219916247655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114811219916247655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114811219916247655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/pad-idol-mall-trip.html' title='the pad, the idol, the mall, the trip'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114784891168493662</id><published>2006-05-17T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:20:55.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thus i dedicate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"dedicate your life to somethig larger than yourself."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Meredith Hall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made myself clear that to no extent i will act preachy in this journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was never in my intention to drool over people's lives and tell fuckups what they ought to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i have never reached &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maturity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fragile, as what it seems, i'm having a hard time keeping my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only grasp on this is how others easily preserves &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;credibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, the manner which i guess all of us should practice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm only seventeen though, and i am still hoping to live life&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ideally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*preaching again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i dedicate the timeless magnitude to those people of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;integrity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; with the hope that my site visits, fall unfortunately, no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114784891168493662?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114767651579274868</id><published>2006-05-15T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:06:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missin' birthdays and the whole of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/27621223038863l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/27621223038863l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's beach bum &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Eugene&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday today and i feel bad not to be able to greet him personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's OK though, coz my inner Sherlock Holmes tells me he's having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday pal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114767651579274868?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114767651579274868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114767651579274868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114767651579274868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114767651579274868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/missin-birthdays-and-whole-of-it.html' title='missin&apos; birthdays and the whole of it'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114749980923580690</id><published>2006-05-13T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:56:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too strong for too long.</title><content type='html'>its freezing and yet i can't do anything to ease boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just thought the weekend's gonna be spectacular, since i'll be away for an outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was postponed; sadness again drifted within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid weather, my clothes smell like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114749980923580690?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114749980923580690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114749980923580690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114749980923580690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114749980923580690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/too-strong-for-too-long.html' title='too strong for too long.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114726105893429594</id><published>2006-05-10T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:45:04.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fave shirt alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/200/Image%28463%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/Image(453).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/Image%28453%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not much of a Beatles' fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im just into the attention driven by this shirt, its stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*pimping self*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114726105893429594?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114726105893429594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114726105893429594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114726105893429594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114726105893429594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/fave-shirt-alert.html' title='fave shirt alert'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114726054395917365</id><published>2006-05-10T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:29:03.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CBox OUT</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking of removing my CBOX (message tag board) subscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people keep on putting entry comments on it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it should all fall to the official commentary site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*alert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*another grievance going on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114726054395917365?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114726054395917365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114726054395917365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114726054395917365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114726054395917365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/cbox-out.html' title='CBox OUT'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114706782813469076</id><published>2006-05-08T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:06:11.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn blog betting's awful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i did bet, like, twice or thrice in this stupid journal and i kind of regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first instance was when i made an entry for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kellie Pickler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said she'd be in the top 3. damn, few days later, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;she was voted off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was when i recently expressed my gaga over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; of PBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i'd be rooting for her til she comes out. after a couple of hours, she was nominated for eviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week later, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;she was evicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another instance was a couple of days ago (two entries past),  i was so into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Paris Bennett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'s version of Mary J. Blige's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Be Without You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved her since then and i began rooting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;she was eliminated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for the song i thought was her best choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**i'm thinking of stopping it there.&lt;br /&gt;it could be coincidental,&lt;br /&gt;but it makes me freak out.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114706782813469076?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114706782813469076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114706782813469076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114706782813469076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114706782813469076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/damn-blog-bettings-awful.html' title='damn blog betting&apos;s awful.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114689385498529853</id><published>2006-05-06T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T13:39:35.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog reader.</title><content type='html'>this post's for the person who spends time reading my nasty blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sort of a way of gratitude, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll promise to do the same with your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO: Mike at sobering.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my other readers as well...or if there's any :-), go and visit his blog, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**cool posts guys.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114689385498529853?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114689385498529853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114689385498529853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114689385498529853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114689385498529853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-blog-reader.html' title='new blog reader.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114671806435649583</id><published>2006-05-04T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:34:51.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kat's not SPAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was furious the moment i read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Direk Peque Gallaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'s comment on the ongoing American Idol competition in a local broadsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I quote,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Taylor Hicks is the most deserving.&lt;br /&gt;But I think Katharine McPhee will win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPAM kasi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i beg to disagree. coz for me, Katharine is edgy in terms of personal song choices. Her singing style is unique and innovative (when I say innovative, it's kind of changing/improving). I still respect Direk's comment though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday's performance show might justify what i simply mean by 'edgy' as Kat gave an ultimatley unpredictable performance with Kt Tunstall's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Black Horse and Cherry Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/kat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/kat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kat on the floor: her best performance, i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and you bet, i even loved Paris Bennett's version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mary J. Blige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'s Be Without You. For that performance, I think I'll be rooting for her, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;doing mary j: is she really seventeen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i just wish none of them'll be eliminated later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silently praying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114671806435649583?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114671806435649583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114671806435649583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114671806435649583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114671806435649583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/kats-not-spam.html' title='kat&apos;s not SPAM.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114663926267910162</id><published>2006-05-03T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T15:01:50.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past participles</title><content type='html'>three days ago, I planned a small get-together with my high school colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recollecting doesn't always end up the way it was pictured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days ago, i found myself cramming, negligent of handling the MagicSing with care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party's  just small, a seven-manned bunch of freaks singing and drinking to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same day, i found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ Jean &lt;/span&gt;leaving the boundaries of sanity, the dominant power of alcohol emancipated her old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recollecting doesn't always end up the way it was pictured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the same day, i found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, having endless arguments with her hubby, as we laughed our asses off on the antics of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Buqs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recollecting doesn't always end up the way it was pictured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the same day, i found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt; bugging my seriousness, driving my focused mind to the whirlwinds of immaturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"when i went home that night,&lt;br /&gt;my dad gave me a placid smile,&lt;br /&gt;again showing me an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;i-know-you're-drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; look."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom offered me stuff for dinner, i have always loved that welcoming maternal feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recollecting doesn't always end up the way it was pictured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't know why, but the season calls my inner senses, indulging me to uproot my morality, breaking my self-made barrier against addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only shared one bottle, though. :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114663926267910162?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114663926267910162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114663926267910162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114663926267910162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114663926267910162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/past-participles.html' title='past participles'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114663547361964662</id><published>2006-05-03T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:52:27.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annum absentum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/8445572328879m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/8445572328879m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;VISIONS&lt;br /&gt;THE OFFICIAL STUDENT PUBLICATION&lt;br /&gt;SAINT ANTHONY NOVA SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year of my life as a non-student journalist arrived a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been in that business for my entire high school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i am terribly missing the perplexities, the laughter, those sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's awkward, but i think i even miss how my adviser nags me to death on deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my staff, thanks for bearing with my fickle-mindedness, my exaggerated demands, and my inconsistencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to our readers, im hopin there's still trash in the paper, i guess that's what you all want to read.  :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn, i still stand by my position, we are not bullshitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wrote what we saw you did. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114663547361964662?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114663547361964662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114663547361964662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114663547361964662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114663547361964662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/annum-absentum.html' title='annum absentum'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114656339584239795</id><published>2006-05-02T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:56:49.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curse these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some thoughts to live by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to church regularly. God gives you a week, give Him back &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;an hour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't fool yourself by being someone you're not. Wear your BEST costume - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOURSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tears contain an anti-microbial agent that helps protect the eye from bacteria. Once in a while, try crying. It's a natural thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. BOYS don't cry, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's hard to be wise when you are deeply in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your parents brought you up, don't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bring them down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SideUpSounds:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't have the right to argue with atheists; primarily that's the reason why i consider &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disagreements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for thought #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sounds a bit preachy, but the thing, probably, IS the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;way of living life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Let's all SMILE. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's infectious&lt;/span&gt;. Start with yourself and spread that blaze of optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There's a limitation with this thing, i guess. Emphasis on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONCE IN A WHILE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Shedding tears and showing emotions are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prerequisites for maturity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's still a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case-to-case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Golden Rule&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (exception applied for negligent parents.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114656339584239795?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114656339584239795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114656339584239795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114656339584239795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114656339584239795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/curse-these-days.html' title='curse these days'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114645449574814461</id><published>2006-05-01T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:55:08.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the prominence of my alterations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*this entry reiterates its call for those fickle-minded, emotionless, bloggers to leave the site NOW.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering my lengthened stay due to stupidity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aha.. i'm reminding myself right now that this would be short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these days, i am arguing with my own fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the gods wouldn't let me take courses, those that will give me the chance of leaving the institution ON TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, yeah, i admit that graduating on time is not the real deal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the conflict i have is that, i will be erasing the one-time chance of savoring that lifelong feeling with my colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's quite a DEAL for me since those guys were my wonderwall; i have loved them deeply than they would know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everytime i lay myself to sleep, i still say, "fuck, why does it ever have to be only me and myself?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*grieving again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114645449574814461?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114645449574814461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114645449574814461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114645449574814461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114645449574814461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/05/prominence-of-my-alterations.html' title='the prominence of my alterations'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114627692716001747</id><published>2006-04-29T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:16:22.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid friendster thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER 13, BROWN HAIR here. See for urself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What month is your birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January- Gothic&lt;br /&gt;February- Preppy&lt;br /&gt;March- Horny&lt;br /&gt;April- adorable&lt;br /&gt;May- Stupid&lt;br /&gt;June- Kinky&lt;br /&gt;July- Popular&lt;br /&gt;August- Talkative&lt;br /&gt;September- Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;October- Pretty&lt;br /&gt;November- Nerdy&lt;br /&gt;December- Kissable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What day is ur birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Beauty Queen&lt;br /&gt;2- princess&lt;br /&gt;3- Ninja&lt;br /&gt;4- Actor/Actress&lt;br /&gt;5- Power-Ranger&lt;br /&gt;6- Gay&lt;br /&gt;7- model&lt;br /&gt;8- Crack-Trash&lt;br /&gt;9- Dog&lt;br /&gt;10- Candy Cane&lt;br /&gt;11- Caution Freak&lt;br /&gt;12- Angel&lt;br /&gt;13- Irish Girl&lt;br /&gt;14- Sex Maniac&lt;br /&gt;15- Punk&lt;br /&gt;16- Alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;17- Teacher's Pet&lt;br /&gt;18- Stoner&lt;br /&gt;19- Pirate&lt;br /&gt;20- Fairy&lt;br /&gt;21- sexy beast&lt;br /&gt;22- Surfer&lt;br /&gt;23- Piece of Pizza&lt;br /&gt;24- Hottie&lt;br /&gt;25- Druggie&lt;br /&gt;26- Drama Queen&lt;br /&gt;27- Surgeon&lt;br /&gt;28- Poser&lt;br /&gt;29- Rockstar&lt;br /&gt;30- Hooker&lt;br /&gt;31- Care Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blonde=Who's sexually frustrated&lt;br /&gt;brown=Who's great in bed&lt;br /&gt;dirty blonde=Who is greatly frustrated&lt;br /&gt;black=Who needs a life&lt;br /&gt;red=Who loves to ride emus&lt;br /&gt;pink=who loves to make out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now repost this saying "Im a _ _ _"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114627692716001747?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114627692716001747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114627692716001747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114627692716001747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114627692716001747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/stupid-friendster-thing.html' title='stupid friendster thing.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114620736411829943</id><published>2006-04-28T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:38:19.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rutherford rants: how cool is that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Tony Snow of the FOX News Channel was named President Bush's new press secretary. It's interesting how FOX anchors and White House staff are interchangeable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Snow will be pushing the President's agenda before the press and the nation in his new job, which is basically the same duties as his old job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why not save the nation a few bucks and just keep him on the FOX payroll?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(FOX made the latest innovation of acquiring excellence over sister companies. How good is getting White House as another one? *giggles*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114620736411829943?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114620736411829943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114620736411829943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114620736411829943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114620736411829943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/rutherford-rants-how-cool-is-that.html' title='rutherford rants: how cool is that?'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114620637596459837</id><published>2006-04-28T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:39:00.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a filmmaker’s half-seen magnum opus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thy vagueness, I recollect&lt;br /&gt;8/17/2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My existence as a novice filmmaker just happened a couple of months back whilst I had the opportunity to take up a bachelor degree, having a slightly-hidden parental disapproval. Optimism grew as I was about to be taught of my greatest passion, to create masterworks in the line of my chosen career. But then when I started to know how this thing scatters itself with so much complexity, I began to resent my thought of pursuing it anymore. Of peer pressure, I guess, my mindset was again changed when I grabbed the chance to be a part of an interest-based organization which brands itself as the premier student film organization in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I began to do my duties as a claimant, I had the opportunity to have a succinct chat with someone I vaguely could understand. He’s that guy who might have always been mistaken as a nerd geek for he was never without his black suitcase with papers carried by both arms. It was almost like everyday when I see him pass by hurriedly and I welcome him with a warm greeting. He just replies with an engaging but meaningful smile then leaves as soon as I smile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was finally a conversation, not only an exchange of placid smiles, I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deep within this first impression, it is crystal clear how substantial he is as a person. He relates questions like “What’s your favorite color?” and “What’s your greatest fear?” to the peculiarities of human existence particularly filmmaking. How cool is that, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;There’s this one question that made me change my whole perspective towards him and life in general. I simply asked, “What makes you different from other members?” It was a struck in the heart to know how hard it is for him to accept his situation. At first, it may be considered as a simple physical disability, his eyelids were half-closed giving you the chance to see only half of his brown, interesting eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He just answered with a blunt laugh then said in exact words, “Para akong tulog diba? Alam mo bang kalahati lang talaga ang nakikita ko? Kailangan ko pang tumingala para makita ka nang buo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was complete silence for about twenty seconds. It was broken by the moment he started to joke about it. But for a sinister emotional like me, it was a damn serious situation. I realized he was truly a man of valor, having the guts to pursue a visual communication career despite his incapability to see the whole magic, the true magic of film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end of that chat, I agreed to his offer of watching one of his short film productions entitled ‘Malikmata”. As I sat down the couch while watching it with my fellow applicants, there’s this sentiment telling me how great life is for us having all the capacities He gave us. At least when we will be the ones to produce our own films in the future, we will achieve the ultimate satisfaction of seeing every horizon that we ought to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yet, this guy, a brave man of passion for his craft, continues to pursue his dreams though the world for him will forever seem half-seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**personality sketch comprising an almost fictional foundation**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114620637596459837?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114620637596459837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114620637596459837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114620637596459837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114620637596459837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/filmmakers-half-seen-magnum-opus.html' title='a filmmaker’s half-seen magnum opus'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114611751888934909</id><published>2006-04-27T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:58:38.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wicked wicked way</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt; "....to look at you as you sleep, the color of your skin. How in the half-light of moon you cast your own light, as if you are all made of amber, Milano. As if you are a little lantern, and everything in the house is golden, too. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peaches- six in a tin bown, sarajevo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If peaches had arms&lt;br /&gt;surely they would hold one another&lt;br /&gt;in their peach sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if peaches had feet&lt;br /&gt;it is sure they would&lt;br /&gt;nudge one another&lt;br /&gt;with their soft peachy feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if peaches could&lt;br /&gt;they would sleep&lt;br /&gt;with their dimpled head&lt;br /&gt;on the other's&lt;br /&gt;each to each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sleep and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114611751888934909?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114611751888934909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114611751888934909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114611751888934909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114611751888934909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-wicked-wicked-way.html' title='my wicked wicked way'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114611594991106578</id><published>2006-04-27T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:39:45.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the la NINA that brought KELLIE home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i feel like i'm so into novelty these days; NINA (of current PBB Teen Edition) is being judged from head to toe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/Nina04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/200/Nina04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;novelty, that is, cause I tend to argue everytime I feel she's the object of criticism. i really don't care if she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maarte&lt;/span&gt; (a cross between negative and positive, i guess..), all I can appreciate is her friendliness.. it's quite rare to find people as approachable as she is, considering her being a Makati attagirl.. :-P&lt;br /&gt;i like her, and I think I'll surely be rooting for her till she stays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, it's quite sad to hear (from a pricky, spoiler, cwts classmate) that KELLIE was recently eliminated from American Idol, being the 7th person to leave. I agree she messed up with her last two performances, but damn, she's my reason of watching the show. Her personality's quite hooky, and I loved her being bubbly all the time, unlike her overly-competitive rivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/200/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so there. i think KELLIE's elimination leads me into sticking my attention to Katharine. ( the best female singer, they happen to be bestfriends. :-0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114611594991106578?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114611594991106578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114611594991106578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114611594991106578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114611594991106578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-nina-that-brought-kellie-home.html' title='the la NINA that brought KELLIE home'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114586487682919278</id><published>2006-04-24T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T15:49:07.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kama sutra chocolates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/21334953855931l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/21334953855931l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at what they did to willy wonka's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114586487682919278?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114586487682919278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114586487682919278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114586487682919278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114586487682919278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/kama-sutra-chocolates.html' title='kama sutra chocolates'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114586056286635481</id><published>2006-04-24T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:17:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>racial discrimination, friendship ties, and inhumane abbatoirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;boredom struck the family at some point yesterday and as the usual thing goes, we spent QUALITY time (and yes, i said that no doubt) together watching dvds which papa brought home the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, he bought something that might be given attention by the less-aged family members (including me, my sisters and my brother). with our HUGE disapproval, papa usually patronizes films with similar storylines, settings, and conclusions. the only element that varies (malamang) is the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;read: action="" flicks=""&gt;&lt;/read:&gt;&lt;read:&gt;&lt;read:&gt;&lt;/read:&gt;&lt;/read:&gt;READ: ACTION FLICKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;read:&gt;&lt;read:&gt;&lt;/read:&gt;&lt;/read:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;read:&gt;&lt;read:&gt;and how he surprised us that night with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasalubong&lt;/span&gt; dvds (CRASH and HOSTEL).&lt;/read:&gt;&lt;/read:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;read:&gt;&lt;read:&gt;***yes, say it, they're pirated. both films are foreign anyway. :-P***&lt;/read:&gt;&lt;/read:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;read:&gt;&lt;read:&gt;&lt;/read:&gt;&lt;/read:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/crash_bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/crash_bigposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my persistence, we watched CRASH first. (I was intrigued by this film; some of my colleagues criticized Brokeback a lot during our film talks and fought for this film's Oscar win.)&lt;br /&gt;i was actually a Brokeback (Mountain, by Ang Lee) fan before, and when I say before, it was relatively some days before the anticipated Oscars night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then CRASH won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated in treating Brokeback as this year's BEST after that and looked forward into actually watching CRASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can say this now, CRASH made me LOSE my bias over BROKEBACK. The film's flawless, I think, and yet the storyline saw no boundaries as it infinitely showcased the present-day continuous augmentation of worldwide discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PLOT: Several stories interweave during two days in Los Angeles involving a collection of inter-related characters, a black police detective with a drugged out mother and a thieving younger brother, two car thieves who are constantly theorizing on society and race, the distracted district attorney and his irritated and pampered wife, a racist veteran cop (caring for a sick father at home) who disgusts his more idealistic younger partner, a successful black Hollywood director and his wife who must deal with racist cop, a Persian-immigrant father who buys a gun to protect his shop, a Hispanic locksmith and his young daughter who is afraid of bullets, and more. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;the plot="" several="" stories="" interweave="" during="" days="" in="" los="" angeles="" involving="" collection="" related="" characters="" police="" detective="" drugged="" out="" mother="" thieving="" brother="" two="" car="" thieves="" are="" constantly="" theorizing="" on="" society="" race="" the="" distracted="" district="" attorney="" irritated="" pampered="" veteran="" caring="" for="" sick="" at="" home="" disgusts="" idealistic="" younger="" partner="" successful="" black="" hollywood="" director="" wife="" must="" deal="" with="" racist="" cop="" immigrant="" father="" buys="" gun="" to="" protect="" shop="" a="" hispanic="" locksmith="" his="" young="" daughter="" who="" is="" afraid="" of="" bullets="" and="" more=""&gt;&lt;/the&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few hours later, I decided to watch a VCD copy of THE SISTERHOOD OF TRAVELING PANTS after eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clams&lt;/span&gt; for lunch. My mom and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; went to the mall to buy pearls (?), leaving papa,  my little sleepy brother, and myself at home.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/thesisterhoodofthetravelingpants_bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/thesisterhoodofthetravelingpants_bigposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I anticipated my views on this film as I pictured it as a typical teen flick, the ones which usually revolve on teenage school, family, and social life. (I hesitated on watching it actually, for this reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it revolved on teenage life alright, but moreover, it focused on highlighting  the dilemmas of modern-day teeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;break: was="" happy="" realize="" i="" can="" still="" relate="" to="" these="" stories="" this="" proves="" age="" bracket="" suits="" my="" emotional="" capacities="" though="" m="" not="" quite="" sure="" with="" the="" physicality=""&gt;&lt;/break:&gt;The film surely caught my attention; and damn, I admit it was the first teenybopper who got me teary-eyed. Haha.. :-) I also had a taste of new actors on this film; some of them I saw just for the first time, and at some point I adored America Ferrera (spelling check here), the girl who played chubby Carmen. Each story of the four major characters were emotionally-driven, though some would say the setting also adds up to the formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(PLOT: The movie is based on the young adult book, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, by Anne Brashares. As four best friends spend their first summer apart from one another, they share a magical pair of jeans. Despite being of various shapes and sizes, each one of them fits perfectly into the pants. To keep in touch they pass these pants to each other as well as the adventures they are going through while apart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;the plot="" movie="" is="" based="" on="" young="" adult="" book="" sisterhood="" traveling="" by="" anne="" brashares="" four="" best="" friends="" spend="" their="" first="" summer="" from="" another="" share="" a="" magical="" pair="" jeans="" despite="" being="" various="" shapes="" and="" sizes="" one="" of="" them="" fits="" perfectly="" into="" keep="" in="" touch="" pass="" these="" pants="" to="" each="" other="" well="" as="" the="" adventures="" they="" are="" going="" through="" while="" apart=""&gt;&lt;/the&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day ended, Lheng (my sister), mom, and I decided to watch HOSTEL. (Papa stood outside, drinking beer, having no guts AT ALL to watch the film as my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; scrapped out some spoilers. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant control myself and compare it to SAW. HOSTEL is a thrilling movie nonetheless. Kudos to that creepy background music, effective screen props, and visual masterpieces that actually made the film work. (almost, i guess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/hostel_viking.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/hostel_viking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I kept on thinking that it lacked creativity on its storyboard. I guess the film lacked more thrilling twists. Some aspects are even left unexplained (especially the true reason of the mass slaughtering). These things I enjoyed best in SAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only edge of HOSTEL over SAW, i guess, is the inclusion of more visual violence. An advice, commit the sin of gluttony first before watching it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;plot: while="" backpacking="" college="" students="" jay="" hernandez="" josh="" richardson="" seek="" ultimate="" through="" sex="" drugs="" experiences="" friendly="" stranger="" informs="" a="" offers="" most="" beautiful="" promiscuous="" women="" in="" all="" europe="" paxton="" derek="" trek="" with="" their="" new="" icelandic="" friend="" oli="" eythor="" gudjonsson="" find="" sounds="" too="" good="" be="" true="" when="" arriving="" bratislava="" trio="" found="" hostel="" was="" everything="" more="" of="" what="" they="" expected="" events="" follow="" are="" sure="" deliver="" unforgettable="" vacation="" that="" the="" two="" were="" looking="" for="" mystery="" suspense="" and="" fear="" direct="" this="" film="" to="" its="" bloody="" ending=""&gt;&lt;/plot:&gt;(PLOT: While backpacking through Europe, college students Paxton (Jay Hernandez) and Josh (Derek Richardson) seek the ultimate vacation through sex, drugs and unforgettable experiences. When a friendly stranger informs the two of a hostel in Bratislava that offers the most beautiful and promiscuous women in all of Europe, Paxton and Derek trek with their new Icelandic friend Oli (Eythor Gudjonsson) to find the hostel that sounds too good to be true. When arriving to Bratislava, the trio found that the hostel was everything and more of what they expected. The events that follow are sure to deliver the unforgettable vacation that the two were looking for. Mystery, suspense and fear direct this film to its bloody ending. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;plot: while="" backpacking="" college="" students="" jay="" hernandez="" josh="" richardson="" seek="" ultimate="" through="" sex="" drugs="" experiences="" friendly="" stranger="" informs="" a="" offers="" most="" beautiful="" promiscuous="" women="" in="" all="" europe="" paxton="" derek="" trek="" with="" their="" new="" icelandic="" friend="" oli="" eythor="" gudjonsson="" find="" sounds="" too="" good="" be="" true="" when="" arriving="" bratislava="" trio="" found="" hostel="" was="" everything="" more="" of="" what="" they="" expected="" events="" follow="" are="" sure="" deliver="" unforgettable="" vacation="" that="" the="" two="" were="" looking="" for="" mystery="" suspense="" and="" fear="" direct="" this="" film="" to="" its="" bloody="" ending=""&gt;&lt;/plot:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I called it a night after watching the simulcast of the launch of PINOY BIG BROTHER TEEN EDITION. You bet, the personalities are as colorful as the previous editions. I'm getting chills just imagining how they'll be able to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114586056286635481?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114586056286635481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114586056286635481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114586056286635481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114586056286635481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/racial-discrimination-friendship-ties.html' title='racial discrimination, friendship ties, and inhumane abbatoirs'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114569828512643875</id><published>2006-04-22T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:02:47.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why does it have to be h**?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and so i've found someone to bother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, THAT someone seems very typical, not the one I usually adore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but fuck, i enjoy being with THAT person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i really have to answer the call of social responsibility, sacrificing my one chance at happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, i think i don't have to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope those pricks think the same way i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, AGAIN i've pictured a perfect society... hope this''ll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114569828512643875?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114569828512643875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114569828512643875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114569828512643875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114569828512643875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-does-it-have-to-be-h.html' title='why does it have to be h**?'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114560674453683218</id><published>2006-04-21T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:05:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>between bedrocks and boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it feels as if the fighter in me has left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really happens, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only problem i got is that seemingly it was replaced by a cheap and bitter stupid prick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one dawn I stared at the white above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night I slept and here I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A COLD, UNHAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COWARD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114560674453683218?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114560674453683218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114560674453683218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114560674453683218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114560674453683218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/between-bedrocks-and-boredom.html' title='between bedrocks and boredom'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114559989049991333</id><published>2006-04-21T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:11:30.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elucidating qualms, broadening arbitraries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/spongebob02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/spongebob02.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"you don't need a plane to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plastic wings may make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kites are made for windy days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawn chairs with balloons, fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inflatable pants, you may as well keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to fly, all you need is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sir Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(other than the comic antics and exaggerated prerogatives, Spongebob can be best remembered with his heart-striking and self-emancipating quotations.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114559989049991333?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114559989049991333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114559989049991333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114559989049991333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114559989049991333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/elucidating-qualms-broadening.html' title='elucidating qualms, broadening arbitraries'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114551320190845143</id><published>2006-04-20T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:06:42.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP PICKS FOR A.I. FINAL 3</title><content type='html'>since i have nothing more to share other than my infinite grief on stupid decisions, i might as well  indulge on reality show predictions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah, i know some it seems overly-biased (these guys are my long-time favorites)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so again im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EMPHASIZING&lt;/span&gt; my right to do anything here coz this happens to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; :-)   :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/kellie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/kellie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie Pickler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PICK PICKLER.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not into Kellie before coz there are obviously lots of other contenders who sing better than her, but damn, how she unleashes that bubbly personality makes you want to vote for her week after week.. (hypothetical, voting doesn't apply in the Philippines.. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/katharine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/katharine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katharine McPhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GOT THE MCPHEEVER?&lt;br /&gt;her performances are classy, though many compare her style to (oh-so-good) Norah Jones, Kat surprises the audience with her edgy song choices. probably, she's a BIG reason why i ain't missed a single episode yet. (moreover, she's definitely the hottest woman in the show.. audience included..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/chris.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THE ROCK STAR&lt;br /&gt;i'm not into Chris but my mom LIKES him.. for that reason, i am kinda starting to appreciate him too than the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114551320190845143?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114551320190845143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114551320190845143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114551320190845143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114551320190845143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/top-picks-for-ai-final-3.html' title='TOP PICKS FOR A.I. FINAL 3'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114534373495382276</id><published>2006-04-18T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:02:14.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness drifts through my bone marrow.</title><content type='html'>and i'm still aloof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad. sad. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latest 6cyclemind song drizzles ala LSS through my bored senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad. sad. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been in love with anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tis how those heartbroken assholes feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with filmmaking, but we're about to call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's a painful one to contain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad. sad. sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114534373495382276?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114534373495382276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114534373495382276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114534373495382276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114534373495382276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/sadness-drifts-through-my-bone-marrow.html' title='sadness drifts through my bone marrow.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114527814869681311</id><published>2006-04-17T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T20:49:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh how i suck on decisions.</title><content type='html'>these days, i consider, are the hardest and most confusing (and i say that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to the &lt;strong&gt;extreme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hardly can understand my own sense of decision-making, but it's quite an achievement to be finally coming with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, and i am now ready to be a JOURNALIST (again, i guess..),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite those days of repent, Holy Week's surely something to be remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am still continuing my world domination plans (the usual stuff of reaching simple goals..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's probably not "Rich, here comes the world.", but "World, here comes Rich." after ALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114527814869681311?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114527814869681311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114527814869681311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114527814869681311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114527814869681311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-how-i-suck-on-decisions.html' title='oh how i suck on decisions.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114518722332898086</id><published>2006-04-16T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:39:25.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless nights. still confused.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm still craving for peace of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know yet if im doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'll miss the warmth of each class with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss film showings, those debates, our eternal strive to laugh on film trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the technicality provides me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;only metres&lt;/span&gt; from my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, its not a NICE feeling to see them talk, without GETTING what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just SO used being one of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG chatters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel different, and unlucky at times I compare my situation to theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i'm left with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no OPTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not having the right to do what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;its KILLING me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114518722332898086?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114518722332898086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114518722332898086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114518722332898086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114518722332898086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/sleepless-nights-still-confused.html' title='sleepless nights. still confused.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114507091312752513</id><published>2006-04-15T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T11:15:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the BIG shift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/2222222222222222222222222222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/2222222222222222222222222222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/1111111111111111111111111111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/1111111111111111111111111111111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being forced (internally, externally) to leave my own CAREER choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, half-heartedly, am going to leave filmmaking, for another career option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first interest, but it's still hard though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learned to fit into the aesthetics of film as media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even pictured myself a thousand times now, as a filmmaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, oh well, im JUST not a full-pledged ASSWIPE not to take parental views into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/ifilm_logo_254x63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/ifilm_logo_254x63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114507091312752513?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114507091312752513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114507091312752513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114507091312752513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114507091312752513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-shift.html' title='the BIG shift.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114492617330972196</id><published>2006-04-13T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T10:44:14.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnt. really burnt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/1111111111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/320/1111111111111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. im not much of a coffee fan, though i enjoy sipping into my mom's cup during coffee break;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i would very much prefer to buy myself stuff than to spend on overly-expensive Starbucks and Seattle's items;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ive only went to those places (collectively) for about 4 or 5 times now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the last time was with &lt;strong&gt;Clio &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Berns,&lt;/strong&gt; on a boooooring April 10 daybreak (the &lt;strong&gt;CHAT&lt;/strong&gt; was much more of an experience than the &lt;strong&gt;COFFEE &lt;/strong&gt;though&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. STILL, i grin on how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BURNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (and so, i emphasize the word again) those coffee beans were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. im planning to strategize, building a coffee shop with Mr.(?) Batangueno, &lt;strong&gt;Eugene Sangalang &lt;/strong&gt;soon as we graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. we'll serve Kapeng Barako with a touch of Starbucks on the service (the coffee will surely taste much MUCH better than what Starbucks offers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i just wish the market'll patronize the idea; i am thinking right now that they don't go to Starbucks for the coffee, but for the NAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;damn, damn, filipino society. :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114492617330972196?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114492617330972196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114492617330972196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114492617330972196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114492617330972196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/burnt-really-burnt.html' title='burnt. really burnt.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114484102143728877</id><published>2006-04-12T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:09:19.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aren't free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/11111.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE GOOD BOOK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KITCHEN CONFIDENTIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;by Anthony Bourdain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most diners believe that their sublime sliver of seared foie gras, topped with an ethereal buckwheat blini and a drizzle of piquant huckleberry sauce, was created by a culinary artist of the highest order, a sensitive, highly refined executive chef. The truth is more brutal. More likely, writes Anthony Bourdain in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kitchen Confidential, that elegant three-star concoction is the collaborative effort of a team of "wacked-out moral degenerates, dope fiends, refugees, a thuggish assortment of drunks, sneak thieves, sluts, and psychopaths," in all likelihood pierced or tattooed and incapable of uttering a sentence without an expletive or a foreign phrase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Such is the muscular view of the culinary trenches from one who's been groveling in them, with obvious sadomasochistic pleasure, for more than 20 years. CIA-trained Bourdain, currently the executive chef of the celebrated Les Halles, wrote two culinary mysteries before his first (and infamous) New Yorker essay launched this frank confessional about the lusty and larcenous real lives of cooks and restaurateurs. He is obscenely eloquent, unapologetically opinionated, and a damn fine storyteller--a Jack Kerouac of the kitchen. --Sumi Hahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/2222222222.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/2222222222.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ONE GOOD FILM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOTEL RWANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;by Terry George&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ten years ago some of the worst atrocities in the history of mankind took place in the country of Rwanda--and in an era of high-speed communication and round the clock news, the events went almost unnoticed by the rest of the world. In only three months, one million people were brutally murdered. In the face of these unspeakable actions, inspired by his love for his family, an ordinary man summons extraordinary courage to save the lives of over a thousand helpless refugees, by granting them shelter in the hotel he manages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114484102143728877?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114484102143728877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114484102143728877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114484102143728877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114484102143728877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/arent-free.html' title='aren&apos;t free.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114449907780774916</id><published>2006-04-08T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:24:39.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dreamer</title><content type='html'>once, i dreamed of becoming a poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im an absolute mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, i dreamed of becoming a pop star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im a consistent line-of-seven Magic Sing-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, i dreamed of being a surfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i have twelve drowning acts on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, i dreamed of having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i remain a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, i dreamed of winning the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i haven't bought a single ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, i dreamed of being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im still an asswipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE, I DREAMED OF BECOMING A FILMMAKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOON, I'LL BE MAKING MASTERPIECES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114449907780774916?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114449907780774916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114449907780774916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114449907780774916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114449907780774916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/dreamer.html' title='the dreamer'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114428950940141080</id><published>2006-04-06T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:11:49.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attack of the idols.</title><content type='html'>hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine Mcphee's the hottest woman I've ever considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie Pickler's the coolest kiddo I've ever laughed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114428950940141080?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114428950940141080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114428950940141080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114428950940141080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114428950940141080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/attack-of-idols.html' title='attack of the idols.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114428836587548593</id><published>2006-04-06T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:16:36.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enlisted subjects</title><content type='html'>for the 1st semester (AY 2006-2007), I have enlisted in the following courses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Natural Science 2&lt;/strong&gt; (Bio and Geol). Considering that I've surpassed the knick-knacks of Geol 1 last sem, Im wishing I can do the same here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Panitikang Pilipino 17&lt;/strong&gt; (Pop Culture). Sir Vlad Gonzales (Josie's beloved Kuya) has always been my prospect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Social Science 3&lt;/strong&gt; (Exploring Gender and Sexuality). No explanations needed. Im rooting for Dr. Margie Holmes though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Film 102&lt;/strong&gt; (Philippine Cinema). REQUIRED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Film 112&lt;/strong&gt; (Language and Grammar of Film). REQUIRED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Comm 100&lt;/strong&gt; (Intro to Mass Comm). REQUIRED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;PE 2&lt;/strong&gt; (Rifle Marksmanship). Idea c/o Ms. Meryl Besabe. Hope this works. Sounds interesting, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18 units. Haggardness to the fullest. Hope I'll be able to get these despite the arguable number of enlistees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114428836587548593?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114428836587548593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114428836587548593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114428836587548593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114428836587548593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/enlisted-subjects.html' title='enlisted subjects'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114405405168710514</id><published>2006-04-03T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:58:09.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the darklit influenza</title><content type='html'>on a personal note, ive decided to reveal these 5 most influential people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;those who inspire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/KwakJaeyong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/KwakJaeyong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5. KWAK JAE-YONG. &lt;/span&gt;The commercially-successful director of hits like My Sassy Girl, Windstruck, and The Classic is the first person to inspire me into filmmaking. It was him who opened my boundaries on filmmaking as a complex art form. I enjoy learning his insights the same way i enjoy watching his works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/434930782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/434930782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. MEREDITH HALL. &lt;/span&gt;Her creative nonfiction masterpieces, Shunned and Killing Chickens, were magnificent. I grew into reading her stories again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/447261704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/447261704.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. KRIS AQUINO. &lt;/span&gt;Right, she went through heaven and hell already. The inspiring thing about this woman is that whatever happens, she ends up gracefully favoured by everyone. And damn, all of her shows are top-raters (not to mention, her blockbuster films.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/3071-7272005-15042_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/3071-7272005-15042_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. MARIAH CAREY. &lt;/span&gt;I've reiterated this for the nth time now. I'm just a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loyal&lt;/span&gt; (HUGE emphasis on LOYAL) fan of this glass-breaking sensational singer. Proof of this is my infinite paranoia, never can I remember that I hated any of the things she did (songs,movies,interviews).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/742024545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/742024545.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. PAUL RUSESABAGINA. &lt;/span&gt;The prototype of a MODERN-DAY HERO. After almost risking his life for millions of Rwandan refugees (Rwandan genocide), he rose to a particular degree that everybody looks up to his views. In general, a man of philosophy, a warrior of peace, and a saviour of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114405405168710514?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114405405168710514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114405405168710514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114405405168710514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114405405168710514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/darklit-influenza.html' title='the darklit influenza'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114404708839226589</id><published>2006-04-03T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:29:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my MEDIOCRITY strikes again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUN JAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Just knew when I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image was clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust first was your value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor victim of queers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your lips which I ponder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes make me melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are nights when I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If lust, still, what I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flippin' through all these covers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to perspire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I longed envy those lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one my desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights, I exalted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of you I confess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This affection persisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems until when I rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114404708839226589?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114404708839226589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114404708839226589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114404708839226589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114404708839226589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-mediocrity-strikes-again.html' title='my MEDIOCRITY strikes again...'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114404610521059866</id><published>2006-04-03T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:35:05.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keanna rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/Keanna01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/Keanna01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;From being known as the queen of the escort service scandal, Keanna Reeves now holds the title as the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; ever Celebrity Big Winner of Pinoy Big Brother Celebrity Edition! The Kilabot ng Senado bested the other 13 celebrity housemates to bag four million pesos worth of cash and prizes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Thank you, thank you Lord! Hindi ako mapaniwala na ako yung napili niyo, nagpakatotoo lang talaga ako. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sana&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; marami akong na-inspire na tao na hindi huli ang pagbabago, mahal tayo ng Diyos,&lt;/i&gt;” Big Winner Keanna said as tears of joy fell from her eyes. Her two sons and father gave her a very tight embrace while she delivered her victory speech .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://celeb1.pinoybigbrother.com/Portals/3/week8/keanna5.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Her unprecedented victory was announced during the star-studded Celebrity Big Night, the culminating event of PBBCE held in Liwasang Bonifacio in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, where thousands gathered to witness Keanna’s triumph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;In the final tally of votes, Keanna became the runaway winner beating the other three formidable contenders John Prats, Bianca Gonzales and Zanjoe Marudo by garnering almost half of the total votes cast. She received 571,607 votes (44.2%). John was a far second with 372,198 votes (28.8%). Bianca was named as the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; celebrity big placer with 245,594 (19%) while Zanjoe landed in the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; place with 103,422 votes (8%). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://celeb1.pinoybigbrother.com/Portals/3/week8/keanna4.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Big Winner Nene Tamayo welcomed her fellow Big Winner, Keanna, back to the outside world while ABS-CBN’s Chairman, CEO and President Eugenio Lopez III awarded the big prizes. The Kilabot ng Senado received one million pesos from Rebisco. Her chosen charity, Gabriela, a group advocating for women’s rights, also received a million pesos from Rebisco.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aside from the money, Keanna was also awarded with a condo unit from Chateau Valenzuela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Although John, Bianca and Zanjoe didn’t bag the top prize, they didn’t go home empty-handed. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Second Celebrity Big Placer John received P500,000 courtesy of Rebisco. His chosen charity, National Children’s Hospital, also received P500,000. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://celeb1.pinoybigbrother.com/Portals/3/week8/keanna9.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;ABS-CBN's Executive Vice President and Channel Head, Charo Santos Concio awarded third celebrity big placer Bianca with P100,000. Her chosen charity, Gabriel Symphony Foundation, got P250,000 courtesy of Rebisco. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;A check amounting to P100,000 was given by ABS-CBN’s Senior Vice President for Television, Cory Vidanes, to fourth celebrity big placer Zanjoe. His chosen charity, Santa Ana-San Joaquin Bahay Ampunan Foundation received P250,000 from Rebisco.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Aside from the cash prizes, each of the Big 4 received Promac appliances, a RedFox laptop and a Sony DVD camera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;KEANNA: Nanay, True Friend , Comedienne&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://celeb1.pinoybigbrother.com/Portals/3/week8/keanna10.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Comedienne, nanay and a true friend. These words best describe Keanna as a housemate of Pinoy Big Brother Celebrity Edition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;In her first week in the house, Keanna immediately caught the attention of her housemates, not because they liked her. The other celebrities noticed that she was not fond of doing the household chores. Her laziness earned her a nomination during the 1st nomination night. Fortunately, possibly due to her funny jokes and antics, the viewers rescued Keanna from eviction. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Things changed after the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; eviction night. The Kilabot ng Senado became more cooperative in terms of helping others do the household chores, tasks and challenges given by Big Brother. She eventually earned the respect of the others especially the younger celebrities like John, Roxie and Bianca. Keanna became their “Nanay-nanayan.”  John would always go to her Nanay to seek her advice on how to handle the difficult situations inside the house. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://celeb1.pinoybigbrother.com/Portals/3/week8/keanna8.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Aside from being his “nanay,” John also considers Keanna as one of his closest friends. One of the most recognizable barkadas in the house was the triumvirate of John, Keanna and Rustom. Both the prodigal son of showbiz and the dance floor dynamite say that Keanna is a person whom they can truly trust. And when the moment came for Rustom to reveal the biggest secret of his life, without any doubt in his mind, Rustom chose Keanna to be the first housemate to know that he’s gay. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Aside from a nanay and a true friend, Keanna is also considered to be the funniest housemate of PBBCE. This comedienne is known for cracking anticlimactic but hilarious jokes just like what she did during her big fight with former housemate &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mich.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; She mistakenly labed &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Mich&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; as “KFC” instead of “KSP” or &lt;i&gt;kulang sa pansin&lt;/i&gt;. Who can forget the moment when Keanna suddenly excused herself to attend to nature’s call when Rustom was about to reveal that he’s gay?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are just two of Keanna’s hilarious moments in Kuya’s house that have become part of the highlights of the 14 celebrities’ 56-day stint in PBBCE. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://celeb1.pinoybigbrother.com/Portals/3/week8/keanna7.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;A bright future awaits Keanna with her emergence as the Celebrity Big Winner. Her triumph tonight didn’t only change her life but also the lives of her sons. Kilabot ng Senado’s Pinoy Big Brother Celebrity Edition experience will surely make her a much stronger person in facing the upcoming challenges of the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pinoybigbrother.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114404610521059866?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114404610521059866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114404610521059866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114404610521059866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114404610521059866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/keanna-rules.html' title='keanna rules.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114397970807051234</id><published>2006-04-02T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:08:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing sensible to blog about.</title><content type='html'>just posting for the sake of continuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, scream it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasting my time for shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same feelings for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114397970807051234?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114397970807051234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114397970807051234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114397970807051234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114397970807051234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-sensible-to-blog-about.html' title='nothing sensible to blog about.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114387386549219513</id><published>2006-04-01T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:45:46.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rave reviews.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i opted to post some of my film reviews submitted to my film class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may comment on whichever, i would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BATTLESHIP POTEMKIN (Sergei Eisenstein,Russia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the sequences in Sergei Eisenstein's Battleship Potemkin, the massacre in the Odessa steps is considered as the best highlight of the artistic Soviet montage. It is primarily because certain innovative techniques were used in the animalistic murder for the proliferation of emotion and to introduce new ideas as well.&lt;br /&gt;One of the editing techniques which was used in the Odessa steps sequence was the increasing speed of changing frames when the baby in the carriage was about to fall. The first frames in this part showed the mother in anguish about her baby in the carriage. The technique was like alternating shots of the mother and the carriage from different angles with the time within each frame decreases. The aesthetic result of this technique was the proliferation of the viewer's emotion on being sympathetic with the people being murdered. Also, with this kind of technique, the fearful convergence of the Czarist soldiers was emotionally augmented.&lt;br /&gt;Another technique to commend in this film is the use of alternation in some close-ups of people in distress. Example of this was the shot of the mother screaming in horror at the sight of her fallen child. She cradles his body in her arms, and approaches the soldiers. This was a great showcase of bravery: one woman defying an army. The brief alternation of these close-ups may be considered as another factor in adding emotional augmentation. These corresponding close-ups of faces unforgettably reflect the sheer insanity of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;The part where the Czarist soldiers (murderers) are converging from atop down the stairs is also a commendable editing technique. While the soldiers are shown marching uniformly, people running away from them are very disorganized. The manner these frames were shown evoked a horror that is just as distorted and tortured as what really happened in the sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA TERRA TREMA (Luchino Visconti, Italy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Luchino Visconti's La Terra Trema, long takes are frequently used rather than montage. It is almost entirely composed of one-shot sequences, thus clearly showing the concern to cover the entire action in interminable deep-focus panning shots. Instead of cutting the sequence into fragments of shots by montage, Visconti made use of camera panning in shifting of focus between characters. This was exemplified in scenes of conversation and when another character enters or exits the dimensions of the shot.&lt;br /&gt;The long takes used in this film also added to the extraction of emotions from the actors, realizing that almost all of the actors are neophytes (some of them are real-life Sicilian fishermen, guards, and villagers). Long takes are very helpful to actors since in montage, the acting should be filmed as many times as the technique requires. Also, parts of an actors performance are sometimes cut in order to make way to the technique which will be used. In this manner, the momentum of the performance, as well as the realism it may suggest, is being ruled out.&lt;br /&gt;The primary reason for this is that the film was supposed to be Visconti's documentary on the life and industry of poor, Sicilian villagers who are usually discriminated by wealthy businessmen. And as the documentary-style is maintained, the existence of long shots will obviously come into place. No montage is needed because the objective is just to film what really takes place. Nothing more, nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMELIE (Jean-Pierre Jeunet,France)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the films we've watched in class, my favorite is the film Amelie (The Fabulous Destiny of Amelie Poulain). I first heard about this film on my freshman year in high school and I neglected it just like what I've done to European and Asian films (I was so into Hollywood before). Still, I was curious when I saw the movie poster, showing Amelie with a giggly yet mysterious smile. Often I tried to search for a copy of the film but I ended up buying poorly-written, Hollywood teenyboppers. So it was really a good experience when we got to watch this on class.&lt;br /&gt;I chose Amelie mainly because its theme is unique for me. I am really fond of films with very colorful characters, those who are not usually found in every society. Amelie might be very typical externally speaking. She's just an ordinary boarder working as a waitress in a ghastly restaurant. We might have seen that kind plenty of times already. But personality-wise, Amelie is unique, being curious on everything she's unaware of and trying to deal with the people around her while being herself all the time. She's childish, she throws stones at ponds to ease with her problems, but quite inspiring. She encountered certain traumatic experiences in her childhood, but still she preserved her colorful personality.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I've enjoyed the color of Amelie's personality, I was absolutely entertained with the color used in the cinematography. In the whole film, the yellowish tone of the color was maintained. It was advantageous for me since I am relaxed with this kind of tone, unlike those in films that are too dimly-lit or too bright. I don't know exactly why, but I think it psychologically relaxes my mind (and my poor vision).&lt;br /&gt;In general, I liked the film because it doesn't preach, it tends not to change our perspectives in an instant. It just clearly shows us how slowly we could improve our own lives and at the same time, try to improve others in our own little ways. There are some flaws in the film's realism, especially in the animation-side, but I still enjoyed the whole of it. It was just like daydreaming, and then waking up having a dose of heartfelt optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS (Zhang Yimou,China)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I liked the film House of Flying Daggers the least among all of the films we watched in class primarily because for me, it was just a typical Kung-Fu movie. After watching it, I appreciated the well-crafted twists in the story, involving the revelation of Mei's (Zhang Ziyi) and Leo's (Andy Lau) characters. But still, I disliked the fact that Zhang Yimou still chose to include overly-manifested and exaggerated fight scenes. With his reputation as a critically-acclaimed director, I was disappointed when I felt that most of the time, the fight scenes were more highlighted than the theme itself.&lt;br /&gt;The acting was average, most of the time inconsistent especially with regards to Takeshi Kaneshiro's, His was, at times, very confusing and his facial expressions are not as emotional as Ziyi's and Lau's.&lt;br /&gt;The ending was really hilarious; the guys fought for like, more than a day, they stabbed each other plenty of times on different body parts but it was still long before one was killed. Whatever happened to the idea that the audience nowadays seek for the theme beneath a film and not just its entertainment value?&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy is not quite an issue for me, its just that I'm so fed up with these kind of films since I was a kid. My parents bored me to death as they watch Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee marathon flicks on a daily basis. I think its just time for Asian cinema to come up with themes that can exude their culture more than just martial arts. Besides, there are lots of stuff in Asian culture that can be considered as themes. This might give the audience a wider array of opportunities for a great movie experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114387386549219513?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114387386549219513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114387386549219513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114387386549219513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114387386549219513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/04/rave-reviews.html' title='rave reviews.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114380556194910320</id><published>2006-03-31T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:46:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ms. hopeless romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" border=0 target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/9817/23781212250950l2ti.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at ImageShack.us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;christ jean bulaon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have not much to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she easily falls in and out of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's quite a description, i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114380556194910320?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114380556194910320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114380556194910320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114380556194910320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114380556194910320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/ms-hopeless-romantic_31.html' title='ms. hopeless romantic'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114380465684361930</id><published>2006-03-31T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:30:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ms. cutesy-childish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" border=0 target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/9682/1lightframe3xc.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at ImageShack.us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c mae, the girl without an inch of pretension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more inhibitions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. no boyfriend, plenty suitors- two hommes already expressed obsession over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. planning to  transfer, the thrill of being an exchange student to the US is a huge hindrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. couch potato- she sleeps like a log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. lens-sensitive- easily poses for shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. rich kid- never runs out of cash. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a cruel mixture of pleasure and pain being one of her pals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she insists..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more of pleasure... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114380465684361930?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114380465684361930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114380465684361930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114380465684361930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114380465684361930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/ms-cutesy-childish.html' title='ms. cutesy-childish'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114380290128994191</id><published>2006-03-31T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:01:41.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badette jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" border=0 target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/6525/k2mj.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at ImageShack.us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;i guess, this might be the day to introduce some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is shaine (err glazle... err guerra.. err longga...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably... ang natatanging babaeng may longganisa-like fingers na yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarap kagatin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya ang long lost aborigin ni madam bernadette rivera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved high school chemistry teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, hindi siya teacher's pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just longing to see what the future holds for her.. (right, kuya france?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114380290128994191?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114380290128994191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114380290128994191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114380290128994191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114380290128994191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/badette-jr.html' title='badette jr.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114379203355144114</id><published>2006-03-31T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:00:33.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no doubt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" border=0 target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/108/imagehandler8gc.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at ImageShack.us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;pustahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya big winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pustahan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114379203355144114?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114379007024755311</id><published>2006-03-31T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:27:50.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mukhang adik lang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" border=0 target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/8042/buqs2j3py.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at ImageShack.us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;meet christian buquiran, ang prototype ng mga perverts at bitches everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero aside from that, he's one-of-a-kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knows lang naman ni potah lhat ng websites of porn stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talented dba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet christian buquiran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114379007024755311?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114379007024755311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114379007024755311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114379007024755311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114379007024755311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/mukhang-adik-lang.html' title='mukhang adik lang.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114379112081446749</id><published>2006-03-31T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:45:20.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keanna.john.bianca.zanjoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/1600/bigfour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4486/1232/400/bigfour.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty satisfied with the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more importantly, zanjoe's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the bottomline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114379112081446749?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114378948130440253</id><published>2006-03-31T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:18:01.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/" border=0 target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/1303/12am54nc.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at ImageShack.us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;akala ko inuman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potah, ako lang ang nalasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at grabe na tlga ung mag-PS tau habang lumalaklak ako ng overly-alcoholic grape mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako lang ang nalasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vomit to death the next morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114378904995391360</id><published>2006-03-31T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:10:49.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talkathoners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img229.imageshack.us/my.php?image=rjpgps2gj.jpg" border=0 target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/4126/rjpgps2gj.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at ImageShack.us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;read below&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114378904995391360?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114378904995391360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114378904995391360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114378904995391360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114378904995391360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/talkathoners.html' title='talkathoners'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114378812349144054</id><published>2006-03-31T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:06:39.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talkathon</title><content type='html'>rich: ano? ano ba sasabihin ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae: ano ba... ano bang... (giggles) hala... hala ka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich: ano pa ba? grabe na ung wala akong maisip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae: dame kasi nating alam eh.. (buntung-hininga)... naku c eman tlga... lintik... pinpapaiyak na naman c ethan.. (giggles again)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich: ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae: (giggle forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich: magsalita ka nman... potah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae: (giggles.. crazy?!?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich: ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae: kaw, d nga, kaw dnga nagsasalita eh... tignan mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich: feeling ko mababliw cla dito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae: mamaya isipin ng mga mkakabasa nian mga ewan tau... TALAGANG WLA SILANG MAGAWA.. (siyempre may giggle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich: ay, may sinabi ba ko? wala noh? now i know how it feels to be a secretary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae: game na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich: wait lang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae: wla akong sinabing ganyan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich: may sinabi ka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae: ok game na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich: keri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae: the uterus is contracted......(giggles)..... tons of senseless stuff.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114378812349144054?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114378812349144054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114378812349144054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114378812349144054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114378812349144054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/talkathon.html' title='talkathon'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114378753003035127</id><published>2006-03-31T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T14:45:30.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skillet Steaks with Onion Gravy</title><content type='html'>Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cups of beef broth&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons ketchup&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon of pepper&lt;br /&gt;4 shell steaks (8 ounce each)&lt;br /&gt;2 medium onions&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons of butter or margarine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to make it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Measure broth in a large measuring cup. Whisk in ketchup, Worcerstershire sauce, pepper and mustard. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Heat a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Add steaks; cook for about 4 minutes on each side for medium. Remove the steaks from the skillet; cover and keep warm. Pour off fat from skillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Thinly slice the onions. Add butter to skillet and melt over medium heat. Add the onions; cook stirring continually, for about 3 minutes. Cover, reduce heat to medium low. Cook for about 5 minutes longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Stir broth mixture into skillet; cook until heated through, about 2 minutes. Pour over steaks. Serve immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114378753003035127?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114378753003035127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114378753003035127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114378753003035127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114378753003035127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/skillet-steaks-with-onion-gravy.html' title='Skillet Steaks with Onion Gravy'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114378453863568485</id><published>2006-03-31T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:56:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days and pancit canton</title><content type='html'>its freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my geology prof was right, El Nino is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahd, the weather stings to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heat scorches, wind blows on its lowest pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of cuddling my thick pillows and sleeping till daybreak, i chose to drop by mae's (the cutesy, childish friend of mine) place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im here, bugging her to death, distracting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, she pushes me to write about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this ends this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114378453863568485?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114378453863568485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114378453863568485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114378453863568485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114378453863568485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/rainy-days-and-pancit-canton.html' title='rainy days and pancit canton'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114370094984416058</id><published>2006-03-30T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:43:05.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the trouble with you is</title><content type='html'>sick people should all be publicly executed (may i emphasize on the word PUBLICLY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of YOUR ATTITUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do me a FAVOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get urself KILLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that would mean my resignation, I'd be more than glad to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But PUHLEASE, go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i insist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114370094984416058?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114370094984416058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114370094984416058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114370094984416058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114370094984416058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/trouble-with-you-is.html' title='the trouble with you is'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114370008507793063</id><published>2006-03-30T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:32:18.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an inner force drives me to blog</title><content type='html'>yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its stupid coz i really have nothing sensible to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i just have questions in mind that i want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does this thing ever crossed you mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what if you are living like truman of the truman show?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114370008507793063?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114370008507793063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114370008507793063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114370008507793063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114370008507793063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/inner-force-drives-me-to-blog.html' title='an inner force drives me to blog'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114369944005820666</id><published>2006-03-30T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:17:20.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn.damn.damn.</title><content type='html'>im a soon-to-be filmmaker now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more of an intellectual responsibility, i think, to broaden my boundaries into a wider array of film genres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its idealistic to focus more my attention to the REAL stuff; films that would elevate my sense of appreciation and prepare my capabilities for the soon surreal world that I will surely be facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this shit is killing me. i can't force myself to do what i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to watch ICE AGE 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114369944005820666?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114369944005820666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114369944005820666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114369944005820666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114369944005820666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/damndamndamn.html' title='damn.damn.damn.'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114369744761858195</id><published>2006-03-30T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:44:07.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the miracles of a german filmmaker's underbelly</title><content type='html'>man, it was never in my mind that i'd be having a hard time with my current film professor. ang hags lang tlga nia magturo. as IN. di ko siya kinakaya at times, un bang tipong bigla na lang matitiwang at manunurpresa ng recitation, quizzes, at  kung anu-ano pang kahaggardan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since im a full-pledged acad-mode student this sem, i tried my very best to STUDY as hard as i can. pero siyempre pa, pag sinabi kong HARD, hindi din un kasing HARD ng ibang mga career people I know (especially my film 100 classmates, tipong pwede nilang palitan c sir pag umabsent..) pero nman HARD din na maituturing kasi nga it was on TOP of my priorities these days.. at sa list ng mga priorities na un, d ko lang alam kung anong number ung ORG responsibilty ko.. kaya nga fatalistically, I AM DEAD GUILTY sa aking mga orgmates at sa iba pang taong umaasa saken. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa naturang subject kasi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25% is for Class Participation and Attendance (mataas ako sa attendance since im absentless sa subject na to pero sa class participation, isang malaking OLATS ang inyo pong lingkod kasi naman once or twice lang ako nagrecite sa buong SEM.. englishan kasi eh.. d marunong managalog c potah... waha.. KEBS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25% is for Quizzes and Take Home Exams (sa buong sem, once lang kme nagquiz at isang nakakaaliw na DOS amg natamo ko, but wait, here's the deal. may i career ako sa take home exam ko as in to the extent na imbis two or three pages like the usual, eh 8 pages ang sinubmit ko. taray. apir! :-p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25% is for the FINAL PAPER ( eto ang msayang part, kinarir ko din ang final paper sa pag-aakalang saving grace ko na to from failing the subject. 17 pages ang sinubmit kong film analysis on HOTEL RWANDA: isang pelikulang ubod ng ganda ngunit bayolente. kinarir ko tlga, AS IN, kasi 2 weeks before the deadline ako nagstart, usually kasi 2 hours before the deadline ako kung magstart. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly 25% is for the REPORT ( nakoh, ito ang hags sa lhat. ksi naman napaka-mediocre ng report namen. apat pa namn kme tapos lhat ng facts nmen based lang sa website na provided by sir. unlike ung ibang career people na dalawa lang sila pero MEGA ULTRA career sa PAGRERESEARCH. ampotah. isang sumisigaw at nagngingitngit na 2.5 ang binigay ni sir. ang chorva daw kasi nmen. ayon pa nga kay jem, "i dont want a 2.5." ayoko din anoh. syang lang ang pangangarir ko sa acads ds sem kung 2.5 lang dn pla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngunit at the end of the day, miraculous tlga ang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akalain mong pagcheck ko one morning sa CRS, isang nakasmile at humahagikgik na 1.5 ang aking grade. c sir tlga, if i know, nagbbluff lang siya noon. :-) ang sya lang tlga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at mga kuya at ate, may chansa pla ako maging US (university Scholar) ngayon, hinihintay ko na lnag ung iba ko pang grades. Base kasi sa standings ko given by all my profs, ayun umabot ako sa cutoff ng GWA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at muli, ang sya lang tlga. sna parati nlang naghihimala ang mga prof like sir tilman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that, I LIKE HIM na. mejo niregret ko nga ang mga pinagsasabi ko sa evaluation. :-)&lt;br /&gt;but STILL, i cant promise that i'll still take him on my future film subjects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKOT LANG tlga ako dumugo ulet ilong ko. apir! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114369744761858195?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114369744761858195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114369744761858195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114369744761858195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114369744761858195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/miracles-of-german-filmmakers.html' title='the miracles of a german filmmaker&apos;s underbelly'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-114369476653641336</id><published>2006-03-30T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:59:28.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 music hitlist</title><content type='html'>gahd.&lt;br /&gt;i know this is way too late for a year-end countdown.&lt;br /&gt;damn, three months...&lt;br /&gt;but since this thing happens to be MY blog, I (F.Y.I.) can do WHAAATTTEEVVEER i want!&lt;br /&gt;bad thing for you guys, you have to bear with this overly-vocalized insanity of mine.. gudluck! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i am giving you my top 10 genre-unbiased music hitlist for the year 2005.&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy... :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Stay the Night- Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;9. L.O.V.E.- Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;8. Because of You- Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;7. You're Beautiful- James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;6. Love Moves In Mysterious Ways- Nina&lt;br /&gt;5. Shake It Off- Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;4. Unwritten- Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;3. Bad Day- Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't Lie- Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;1. We Belong Together- Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as you would notice, Mariah STILL conquers my hitlist.&lt;br /&gt;FACT: besides the GLITTER controversy (nervous breakdown, not-having-a-child issue), i am quite a  loyal fan since i have never  turned my back on this  girl's overwhelming talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-114369476653641336?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/114369476653641336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=114369476653641336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114369476653641336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/114369476653641336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2006/03/2005-music-hitlist.html' title='2005 music hitlist'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-113515372639538723</id><published>2005-12-21T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:28:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Mai Tai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/mai-tai.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't a big drinker, but you'll drink if the atmosphere is festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're drunk, watch out! You're easily carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mixed Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-113515372639538723?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/113515372639538723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=113515372639538723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515372639538723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515372639538723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-are-mai-tai-you-arent-big-drinker.html' title=''/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-113515352403136838</id><published>2005-12-21T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:25:24.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Chinese Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/chinese-food.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exotic yet ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think they've had enough of you, but they're back for more in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-113515352403136838?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/113515352403136838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=113515352403136838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515352403136838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515352403136838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-are-chinese-food-exotic-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-113515331555614217</id><published>2005-12-21T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:21:55.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Musical Tastes Match: Jennifer Garner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/jennifer-garner.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.454939221&amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;What Celebrity Matches Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-113515331555614217?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/113515331555614217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=113515331555614217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515331555614217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515331555614217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-musical-tastes-match-jennifer.html' title=''/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-113515311566059768</id><published>2005-12-21T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:18:35.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E0EEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Get a JD (Juris Doctor)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/jd.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're logical, driven, and ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd make a mighty fine lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-113515311566059768?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/113515311566059768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=113515311566059768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515311566059768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515311566059768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2005/12/haha.html' title='haha!'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-113515274375804313</id><published>2005-12-21T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:12:32.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not bad eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #fea7b6" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Average, You Would Sell Out For&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffced6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/atwhatpricewouldyouselloutquiz/money.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1,101,708&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;At&lt;/a&gt; What Price Would You Sell Out?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-113515274375804313?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/113515274375804313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=113515274375804313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515274375804313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515274375804313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-bad-eh.html' title='not bad eh?'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-113515265016123668</id><published>2005-12-21T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:10:59.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i promise i will!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b6b6c2" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Learn French&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/french.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs.&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-113515265016123668?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/113515265016123668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=113515265016123668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515265016123668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515265016123668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-promise-i-will.html' title='i promise i will!'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-113515253618572713</id><published>2005-12-21T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:08:56.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#B9D3EE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/snow.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts.&lt;br /&gt;Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition.&lt;br /&gt;The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-113515253618572713?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/113515253618572713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=113515253618572713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515253618572713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/113515253618572713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2005/12/true.html' title='true?'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-112814479072930397</id><published>2005-10-01T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:44:27.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am going head over heels with this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normalfont-family:arial;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;The emancipation of Mimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're kissing me&lt;br /&gt;And saying I'm the one you need&lt;br /&gt;To keep you warm&lt;br /&gt;And lay with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;And feel your love inside&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna play myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you're with someone else&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need complications in my life&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna fall back in&lt;br /&gt;And get caught up in you again&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I'm so conflicted in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You keep saying stay the night&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rock you till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;And much too late to drive&lt;br /&gt;You know I need you, baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lost without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, procrastinating just to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you a little longer now&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to break away from you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Never could resist you&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't learned how&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to be a fool&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling vulnerable tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want to miss the chance&lt;br /&gt;Of reliving our sweet romance&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I'm so confused down deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You keep saying stay the night&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rock you til the morning light&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;And much too late to drive&lt;br /&gt;You know I need you, baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lost without your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-112814479072930397?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/112814479072930397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=112814479072930397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/112814479072930397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/112814479072930397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2005/09/am-going-head-over-heels-with-this.html' title='am going head over heels with this song'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835062.post-112814448023560871</id><published>2005-10-01T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:28:00.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finals coming</title><content type='html'>COMING SOON: Final Exams in KAsayasayan1 (Oct. 10) and NAtural SCience1 (Oct.13)&lt;br /&gt;DEADLINE OF...&lt;br /&gt;            CW10 papers.........Oct 10&lt;br /&gt;            Journ195 papers and final project............Oct.12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahd, can i just die? As in, right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835062-112814448023560871?l=ashrich13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/feeds/112814448023560871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835062&amp;postID=112814448023560871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/112814448023560871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835062/posts/default/112814448023560871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashrich13.blogspot.com/2005/09/finals-coming.html' title='finals coming'/><author><name>grief.greed.gluttony.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
