<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596772594337154506</id><updated>2012-01-23T15:25:03.353-08:00</updated><category term='manila penninsula'/><category term='asia'/><category term='not happy'/><category term='potential'/><category term='technorati'/><category term='plans'/><category term='dad'/><category term='thesis'/><category term='cecile zamora'/><category term='pupe'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='sickywicky'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='social exposure'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='bunny'/><category term='radio show'/><category term='rapid thoughts'/><category term='CFAD'/><category term='kohi'/><category term='the kada'/><category term='level up games'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='summer'/><category term='DEI'/><category term='animation'/><category term='family'/><category term='confyushun'/><category term='video'/><category term='shop'/><category term='chanel'/><category term='louis vuitton'/><category term='gustav'/><category term='cat show'/><category term='good day'/><category term='work'/><category term='pan&apos;s labyrinth'/><category term='weather'/><category term='meme'/><category term='loverr'/><category term='fashion show'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='ragnarok'/><category term='transformers'/><category term='lyan'/><category term='picwhore'/><category term='TCIotDinNT'/><category term='bebedawl'/><category term='ken'/><category term='music'/><category term='mani pedi'/><category term='grades'/><category term='internet crap'/><category term='advan'/><category term='virgin'/><category term='questionzz'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='borred'/><category term='style'/><category term='responsible girl'/><category term='little miss sunshine'/><category term='diet'/><category term='petter'/><category term='Isabella Blow'/><category term='txd'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='makati'/><category term='tired girl'/><category term='food'/><category term='grad pictures'/><category term='adprac'/><category term='alcoholic'/><category term='miz kabab'/><category term='the sims 2'/><category term='fanfiction'/><category term='bento'/><category term='geekout'/><category term='300'/><category term='mega nega'/><category term='168'/><category term='sundays'/><category term='writing'/><category term='broke'/><category term='fat'/><category term='pet'/><title type='text'>Madame Madman</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog formerly known as "The DJ uses chopsticks"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596772594337154506.post-6252222489233267435</id><published>2008-08-25T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:01:42.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>What is style?</title><content type='html'>What is style? This question has been bugging me since my boss, out of sheer necessity, told our model/endorser that I was the in-house stylist. I then asked myself, what makes a stylish person? Is it still considered "style" even if your particular look is the same as everyone in the mall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later learned that there is a difference between being "in style" and being "stylish". Being in style is when you look good in clothes that are in-season, pulling off that normally daring halter maxi-dress to a visit with your boyfriend's parents, while being stylish is simply being comfortable in your own skin.&lt;br /&gt;The most stylish people I know and admire are people who understand their bodies and take pride in their shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Beth Ditto for example, the fierce lead singer of band "The Gossip" struts around the stage in metallic lame jumpsuits instead of the flutter-sleeved tops "style" books tell women her size to wear. Sure, flutter-sleeved tops aren't very The Gossip or concert-y but nor is it very Beth Ditto. She wears what she likes and she flaunts what she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Jean Cocteu: “Style is a simple way of saying complicated things”. So what is it- style in fashion's sense- you want to tell the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-6252222489233267435?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6252222489233267435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=6252222489233267435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/6252222489233267435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/6252222489233267435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-style.html' title='What is style?'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-4076010249605184720</id><published>2008-08-21T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:43:32.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technorati'/><title type='text'>Look at me Ma', I'm on Technorati!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/claim/9tqzy8vmuq" rel="me"&gt;Creole's Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I've finally Technorati. Not that anyone wanted me to join in the first place, but I thought "Hey, what the heck right?" and then I learned this place is pretty awesome, so why not join the awesome internet bandwagon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: Creole does not approve of real-life bandwagon joining.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-4076010249605184720?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4076010249605184720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=4076010249605184720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4076010249605184720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4076010249605184720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-at-me-ma-im-on-technorati.html' title='Look at me Ma&apos;, I&apos;m on Technorati!'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-3525285342021230525</id><published>2008-08-21T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:20:21.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Beijing Olympics hearts the Vengaboys</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the 10M Platform Women's finals on TV. The camera passes over the audience, judges look bored as the divers get ready, kids are playing with one of Beijing Olympics' annoyingly cute mascots and that's when I realize: is that the Vengaboys on the background? I listen closely and learn that it's not- but it was a eurotrash beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to the Olympics. I must watch at least one event a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events I look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;Football&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics (ommmggg props and sparkly costumes!)&lt;br /&gt;Diving&lt;br /&gt;Synchronized Swimming (lolz)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just switched to another channel and HOLY CRAP it's prop gymnastics D: D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between diving and gymnastics. Noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such are my woes. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-3525285342021230525?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3525285342021230525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3525285342021230525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3525285342021230525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3525285342021230525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-olympics-hearts-vengaboys.html' title='Beijing Olympics hearts the Vengaboys'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-8358819836954884335</id><published>2008-08-20T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:33:26.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Sauna sauna sauna</title><content type='html'>Hello internet world, I'm now working. I've left the comforts of UST and this so-called "student life" for a more "mature" "socially-involved" world... of fashion! :D I'm currently a graphic artist for a direct selling company and things are going great, if you don't mind me saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who wants to hear about my work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing away at these rare dead in-betweens where work kind of just STOPS because we're waiting for an approval or somesuch. It's deathly hot in our window-less office, sweat is forming on my brow and *ting* I believe it's time to turn us over in this blasted oven-of-an-office. Did I mention I love my job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do. Swear on my Harry Potter books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beep*&lt;br /&gt;They finally turned the air conditioning on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it. Hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to all. I'll blog again when I have something a bit more interesting to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-8358819836954884335?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/8358819836954884335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=8358819836954884335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/8358819836954884335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/8358819836954884335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2008/08/sauna-sauna-sauna.html' title='Sauna sauna sauna'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-8363398525301650978</id><published>2008-08-20T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T03:00:44.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back then</title><content type='html'>Fifteen years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;→ was 5! I was studying in Montessori Child Learning center bullying the Little Miss Philippines Champion. She was so scared she refused to go out of her car. I was also called "Big Mouth" by my teachers and I learned I have shitty penmanship and wrote too slow. Did my first solo presentation to parents about shapes and the difference between a circle and a sphere. This was pre-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;→ was 10! Moved to STC for the 5th grade. Learned that private school girls are the devil in disguise. Met great friends, learned about anime and I was hooked. I also wanted mum to give me a computer "with a CD-ROM and an internet and e-mail".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;→ was in 3rd year high school. Met the first head over heels love of my life. He inspired me to do great things, great plays and theaterrrr. Cried when he said goodbye. Still think of him up to this day (and his kid. rofl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago I...&lt;br /&gt;→ Reached a very awkward time in my last relationship. Got married. Kicked ass in fashion class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago I...&lt;br /&gt;→ Thesis. New love. New life. New class ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I...&lt;br /&gt;→ attended a pre-meeting for the meeting mentioned above. Layouts, layouts and edits. Present designs for approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I...&lt;br /&gt;→ 2 meetings today! Meetings proved to be productive. Schedules moved. Yay, more time! But that doesn't mean we'll be slacking off anytime soon. &gt;_&gt; Approval of styles and writing e-mails directed to important people are hard! I ventured into men's wear. AHLOVIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I...&lt;br /&gt;→ Will be back to layoutting, more meetings. Mock layouts and such. CAN'T SAY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I...&lt;br /&gt;→ Important week! It's pretty make or break. I better have a new wardrobe come Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I...&lt;br /&gt;→ will still be working. Hopefully doing more designing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-8363398525301650978?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/8363398525301650978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=8363398525301650978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/8363398525301650978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/8363398525301650978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-then.html' title='Back then'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-2697875379316115144</id><published>2008-06-04T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:55:42.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confyushun'/><title type='text'>An attempt at being productive</title><content type='html'>I have nothing much to say or post about except that this is my 60th post on this blog and I'm hella slow. I'm done looking at make-up looks for our photoshoot, (a job *someone* butt him/herself into), so now I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not feeling that great. Confusion is a feeling I do not enjoy reveling in. What do I do? Do i bury it in the back of my closet like Carrie's Westwood wonder? Lost in reference? Go out and watch Sex and the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this time, human insistence and will will prevail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I'm not giving up because I don't really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Confusion does not suit someone who wears such high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having a life outside work, eRO and sleep. I miss parties and get togethers. Being silly with a bottle of blueberry vodka in one hand and a frantic wave of a "go away!" in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I have a beach trip disguised as a family reunion. This may prove a turning point. I'm growing up so I think I should be allowed to venture to fun spots with Petter as company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Creole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-2697875379316115144?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/2697875379316115144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=2697875379316115144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/2697875379316115144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/2697875379316115144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2008/06/attempt-at-being-productive.html' title='An attempt at being productive'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-1250037181929406986</id><published>2008-05-11T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T06:05:38.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn Pizza is falling down</title><content type='html'>The other night, struck by boredom and mum's need to drop something of ABS-CBN, she messages me to say she'll pick me up and we'll have dinner out. So I skip over to ABS which was an utter bore and made of cheap, we head over to Tomas Morato in the ridiculous summer rain and pick a small pizza place by the name of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brooklyn Pizza&lt;/span&gt;. There were no people inside (compared to Amici which was PACKED), so the quiet atmosphere gave it plus points. We order, we talk and we make fun of certain people and their need to one up other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rain rain rain rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly the ceiling speakers started leaking, and then the lights, and then suddenly it wasn't dripping, it was POURING. Hello man made waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor Brooklyn Pizza crew were panicking as they dismantled their computers and covered it while making sure were OK. They ushered us to the cafe next door which started to leak as soon as our pizzas arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave them a large tip because we felt sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to the blogging world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-1250037181929406986?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1250037181929406986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=1250037181929406986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1250037181929406986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1250037181929406986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2008/05/brooklyn-pizza-is-falling-down.html' title='Brooklyn Pizza is falling down'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-5797677411857819366</id><published>2007-10-29T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:21:53.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CFAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ragnarok'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level up games'/><title type='text'>RO RO RO your boat!</title><content type='html'>I'm back playing Raganrok Online in Level Up's (relatively) new free to play server, Valkyrie. I have no qualms about the item mall since I'm technically loaded with free cards (from work). I'm currently playing as a female gunslinger Yoko, named after Gurren Lagann's sexy marksman. She's my favorite doom bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting an installer today so I don't have to spend money to play it. I'd like to thanks Kuya from Zapeedoo for keeping the only unit with the valkyrie patch free for my use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a handgun user, but I'm finding the rifle-macho thing to be very appealing. For me, of course. besides, there are too many handgun gunslingers out there. `_`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is graduation picture day! I haven't had my face threaded, so I'll just fix my &lt;s&gt;caveman&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Carine Roitfeld&lt;/span&gt;-like eyebrows myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTU8BiQxpUc/RyaQwFDHv_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Mvsxdx-QeJI/s1600-h/00460m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTU8BiQxpUc/RyaQwFDHv_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Mvsxdx-QeJI/s200/00460m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126944381471277042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I &amp;hearts; her!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;I've also taken a liking in making bento lunches! I'm always terribly late in class so I don't get to take pictures of my lunch. I manged to take this one though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTU8BiQxpUc/RyaTGlDHwAI/AAAAAAAAACI/fgU6pTal9j8/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTU8BiQxpUc/RyaTGlDHwAI/AAAAAAAAACI/fgU6pTal9j8/s320/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126946967041589250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bento: 2 large onigiri balls with nori face and details, plain kornets for the onigiri's hair and ears, cucumber and carrot discs, to lower half of the bento consists of fish crackers, cheese, carrot triangles and 1 lime gelatin. At the center, homemade garlic mayonnaise with shredded carrot and lime rind garnish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-5797677411857819366?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5797677411857819366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=5797677411857819366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5797677411857819366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5797677411857819366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/ro-ro-ro-your-boat.html' title='RO RO RO your boat!'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTU8BiQxpUc/RyaQwFDHv_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Mvsxdx-QeJI/s72-c/00460m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596772594337154506.post-2702762793138156381</id><published>2007-10-28T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:13:11.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega nega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not happy'/><title type='text'>I feel the need to shoot something.</title><content type='html'>More on this, later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list is pretty long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-2702762793138156381?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/2702762793138156381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=2702762793138156381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/2702762793138156381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/2702762793138156381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feel-need-to-shoot-something.html' title='I feel the need to shoot something.'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-7494432158420832340</id><published>2007-10-25T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T18:54:44.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geekout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sims 2'/><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I posted. How are you all doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand no one goes to this blog anymore, so I'll plug myself shamelessly on YM and during our geekout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sembreak so there's nothing much to report about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have good grades this semester. I was fairly surprised since I was really scared on how it would turn out. It seems that our group got the lowest grade in TV Art. I feel guilty since we're graded not by the technical aspects of the film, but the story. I wrote it and it was a very obvious flop. I enjoyed writing it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to playing Sims, except this time it's Sims 2. Gyah it's addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it I guess. I'll come back tomorrow and report on our geek out :3 I'm really excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-7494432158420832340?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7494432158420832340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=7494432158420832340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7494432158420832340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7494432158420832340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-2247409077656665346</id><published>2007-08-04T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:41:07.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila penninsula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little miss sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asia'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Sunshine</title><content type='html'>I know it's old but I just finished watching it and I think it's muy wonderful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, feeling rather down and in need of familiar and all-fun company, I SMSed 3 of the best girls in the world, Asia, Lyan and Ken, and invited them to an early Mister  Kabab dinner. Ken can't make it because she's got a gig and the delightful Lyan offered a better option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Creole, let's just hang at Manila Pen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did, after meeting up at Asia's condo, waiting for an hour for a cab that isn't allergic to the word Makati and surrendering to good ol' commuting. It was fun and the afternoon reminded me how much I miss them. I'll post the pictures when I get a hold of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better, just thinking about it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-2247409077656665346?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/2247409077656665346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=2247409077656665346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/2247409077656665346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/2247409077656665346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-miss-sunshine.html' title='Little Miss Sunshine'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-92050272813410638</id><published>2007-08-01T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:45:18.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega nega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='txd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickywicky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cecile zamora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pupe'/><title type='text'>It's about time</title><content type='html'>It's about fucking time I updated my blog. Hmmm... where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm ever so busy with school now, but my mind can't seem to grasp that fact. Instead of stressing over everything, I'm chill and very very lazy. Heck, I can do a week without work but I can't stand a day without visiting my &lt;a href="http://pupe.jp/profile/9BiK30ZVpzh0/"&gt;Pupe.jp&lt;/a&gt; page. The thing about pupe is, you don't just post things and get comments as rewards, you get items for your avatar to prettify it. I swear, it's seriously addicting, even if it's in Japanese. If you're interested, don't sign up just yet! Give me your e-mail and I'll send you an invite, so we can automatically be friends and you get 30 ribbons (pupe currency)! Gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? I should be working on a painting (to be submitted tomorrow) but instead I write down on my dusty blog. Oh shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thesis is going slooow. The deadline for chapter 1 is on the 16th and I haven't done an effing thing. The moment I have my data, I'll start working on it like a madman. You know how hard it is to look for the Philippine's current fashion industry? They're usually just in blogs or in forums. Luckily, I already have a couple of interviews lined up for that very reason. I'm so giddy to announce that I'll be interviewing (even though it's only thru e-mail correspondence; she's ever so busy!) &lt;a href="http://chuvaness.blogspot.com"&gt;Miss Cecile Zamora van Straten&lt;/a&gt; the amazing stylist and designer. Egads! I'm such a fan *_* Next, I'll be interviewing our textile design teacher (haha) who also happens to be the owner of Pink and Blue Soda (say whut) awesome. More on this professor in a bit. I'm also trying ot get a hold of CSB's Dean of Fashion for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have my interview questions and the final draft for my survey questions, so hopefully by tomorrow I can start :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do. So little motivation~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our textile design teacher is new. She graduated with honors from UST (same course) and FIT in NYC. She's kinda has it going for her. The thing is, my class thinks her lectures are boring and unecessary (textile properties, prices and all that chorva) and at first I wanted to swat them but now she's just meh. If it wasn't for the fact that she likes me (let me borrow her 9heads book =0) I'd be "BKAHIUHGLKSGADBHSLKD!!" on her ass. Grawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cool though, always willing to help out the struggling fashion student. Bless her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really sound like a bitch now, yes? Because I'm quite unhappy. Ate some bad food and I feel like throwing up after every nibble (bulemia? semi-yay?!). No more sisig for me! Also, MY ISSUES ARE COMING BACK PLZ. I'm hatin' on myself. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos loves to one and all!&lt;br /&gt;Creole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bitchin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-92050272813410638?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/92050272813410638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=92050272813410638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/92050272813410638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/92050272813410638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-8303684622759090348</id><published>2007-07-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:11:18.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><title type='text'>Lady Snowflake aka Ruth Creole</title><content type='html'>You know what's funny? Visiting your old fanfiction.net account and reading your old fan fiction. I read one story and anticipated a rush of embarrassment but I was surprised at how 'OK' I was. I didn't care if I was a good writer, I just did it. Fan fiction then, was my escape. I created loads of worlds that stretched my knowledge of a particular fandom to the limit so I can justify everything I brought about. It was fantastic! I could make my favorite characters dance in my head and, no matter how silly or out of character it was, I enjoyed myself immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, whenever I write (fan fiction or some other written form) I have this little monster in my head that pressures me to be good at it. I'm not bad, I'm just all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another surprise greeted me. A rather recent review for that one fic. It was dated 2006-07-14 even though it was last updated on 05-22-02. AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get back into writing fics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS IS MADE OF &lt;B&gt;WIN&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-8303684622759090348?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/8303684622759090348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=8303684622759090348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/8303684622759090348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/8303684622759090348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/07/lady-snowflake-aka-ruth-creole.html' title='Lady Snowflake aka Ruth Creole'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-6558622009978873457</id><published>2007-07-16T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T18:09:57.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='borred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebedawl'/><title type='text'>Bebedawl forever</title><content type='html'>Bebedawl is closing and I'm really sad. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LAME*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Crunchyroll.com for the win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-6558622009978873457?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6558622009978873457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=6558622009978873457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/6558622009978873457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/6558622009978873457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/07/bebedawl-forever.html' title='Bebedawl forever'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-3270758373452689491</id><published>2007-07-04T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T03:15:00.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>Bebii returns</title><content type='html'>And so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got reacquainted with my fairly empty Starbucks planner, Bebii, after receiving our calendar of deadlines for thesis. Since I haven't updated for quite a while, let me fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking Fashion as my thesis with casual wear focusing on coats and jackets as my subject. Subject details and other such chorva to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we had started sooner, the August 16 for the chapter 1 deadline wouldn't be such a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;. A bother. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;I watch Transformers on the first day, last full show. In that scene where Optimus Prime rips off the roof of the Sector 7 car and Shia LeBouf (my crush) introduces them to the mcAwesome Prime, I had a "Oh gosh, it's my childhood dream!" To be able to have super awesome friends who have your back that instill fear and awe to the hearts of many. I'm pathetic, I know. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; bullied as a child because I was 'too sensitive' to their taunts. I was a kid, of course I was sensitive. I'll cry and punch them with my puny white hands (and that's why I learned to punch hard). That's why I'm such a bitch, I'm just defensive. I get hurt easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the Prime Minister of power and awesome, Optimus Prime. If I had a friend like that, made of power and awesome, I'd be untouchable. It would be awesome. Plus, I've always wanted to say that line. "Mr McMeany Pants, meet Mr. McAwesome Kick Ass." There is much victory and raised fists at that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, do not be alarmed. This is still Creole and not her imaginary little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really fat now. Everyone noticed. This could be a problem. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-3270758373452689491?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3270758373452689491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3270758373452689491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3270758373452689491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3270758373452689491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/07/bebii-returns.html' title='Bebii returns'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-3249428811866913693</id><published>2007-06-18T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:00:07.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>New Music</title><content type='html'>I'm stuck with my old playlist so I need new music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Playlist of choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stranger - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;2. Signal Fire - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;3. Flathead - Fratellis&lt;br /&gt;4. A chuck full of Sarah McLachan&lt;br /&gt;5. This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;6. Thanks for the memories- FOB&lt;br /&gt;7. Teenager - My Chemical Romanance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't given this playlist thing much thought though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-3249428811866913693?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3249428811866913693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3249428811866913693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3249428811866913693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3249428811866913693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-music.html' title='New Music'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-7830932805448821740</id><published>2007-06-17T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T06:07:53.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mani pedi'/><title type='text'>I quote Trixie Tang</title><content type='html'>"It's like they're scrubbing all your problems away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splurged on a mani and pedi treatment. My hands are lovely and blunt while my feet still scream "man-feet".&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/1596772594337154506-7830932805448821740?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7830932805448821740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=7830932805448821740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7830932805448821740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7830932805448821740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-quote-trixie-tang.html' title='I quote Trixie Tang'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-3476876332897369964</id><published>2007-06-15T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:00:59.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsible girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Skippy</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty responsible lately. And I make myself proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read Anthony Bourdain's laugh-out-loud book 'A Cook's Tour' and now I'm reading the starting pages of Nigel Slater's 'Toast'. I'm discovering my blatant foodieness and I fear (and secretly hope) that I'll end up something like my sister, Marishka, who is in advertising and is an utter foodie. She loves to cook and I love to cook. I'll be hosting my second cooking party (details about the first one in a bit) and I've been craving for things I don't normally crave for. Isaw, grilled livestock (usually pork or chicken) intestine, is great when it's there and when I have my classmates around me seeking a short break from the oil paints and dangerously addictive thinner fumes, but to atcually go to the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;talipapa&lt;/span&gt;, wet market, just for me if quite odd. I even seared them for a bit to make the gumminess just a tad crisp and ate them with chopsticks. I know, what the fuck right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Bourdain's fault!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last monday, a day before classes started (the usual mass and orientation for the freshies) I conducted a cooking party in hopes of celebrating, for the last time, our summer as students. I e-mailed my class that weekend (because getting permission to go to a dinner party is better than getting permission to batangas) and presented them with this menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizers:&lt;br /&gt;Fresh pita pizza points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course:&lt;br /&gt;Inihaw na liempo with mango salsa&lt;br /&gt;Mashed Veg&lt;br /&gt;Herbed and Garlic Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert:&lt;br /&gt;Pacenciawich (Pacencia cookies with sweet cream and fruit)&lt;br /&gt;Espresso n' Cream (Vanilla Ice Cream with Brewed Coffee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brewed Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good (though some of them didn't turn up as planned) the atmosphere frantic, hot, crazy but incredibly fun and rewarding. I'm quite glad only a handful were able to make it, because the setting is more intimate. There were no private conversations at one edge of the table and no one was left out. I am super duper glad that everyone had fun and are raring for a second round! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOSHIT! I have to prepare a menu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good. I just need faith in my life and I'm set. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would also like to thank Petter for being absolutely awesome ;D ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly yours,&lt;br /&gt;Creole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;School has started and Addos always seem to meet up after every class. ILOVEIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-3476876332897369964?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3476876332897369964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3476876332897369964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3476876332897369964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3476876332897369964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/06/skippy.html' title='Skippy'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-2961391350483657939</id><published>2007-06-02T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T03:04:40.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella Blow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level up games'/><title type='text'>The madness continues</title><content type='html'>Hello dear readers/friends! I'm actually here in the office, taoiling away with lighter work translating disjointed chinese long finished and gone (I'm actually quite afraid of it resurfacing in the near future). I missed blogging so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I said, I'm still working until next wednesday when I finally say "Sayonara!" to my iffy laptop, DSL-connection, orange office and funny officemates and finally let my summer start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of great significance has happened between my post... well, excpet for this one thing. &lt;b&gt;AdDos no longer exists&lt;/b&gt; at least in it's technical sense. We found out much to our (and our faculty's) surprise, our thesis class will define our section for the entire 4th year. So basically, the CFAD office proved itself to be made of suck and boo. Buuut we all have Addos aline in our hearts and we have each other in our far away sections. This just gives us an excuse to get together and drink for often! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the passing of Isabella Blow, muse and fashionista extrodinaire. Now, I've never heard of her until my favorite fashion bloggers posted about her death and their devastation so I did a bit of research and oh my goodness am I super insipred! I actually feel sad that I haven't been able to actually follow her life and stuff. I wish I've known her longer because that would give me a real proper excuse to mourn such a genius' death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gorgeous collection of hats and her brave and bold fashion picks has actually nudged me to take abolder step in my fashion chorva. And because of her I've actually started reading other bold fashionista blogs like Diane Pernet. More on Blow and her greatness soon in my &lt;a href="http://lessthanthreecouture.blogspot.com"&gt;fashion blog (Mad Mad Fashion)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will post more soon because I have to get back to work! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly yours,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Creole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love Milk Tea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-2961391350483657939?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/2961391350483657939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=2961391350483657939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/2961391350483657939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/2961391350483657939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/06/madness-continues.html' title='The madness continues'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-3029796561644992952</id><published>2007-05-09T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:32:41.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapid thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miz kabab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petter'/><title type='text'>Work is trouble</title><content type='html'>Work really is trouble and old issues of insecurity and paranoia resurface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just too much coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my dad's Deathday anniversary. It's been 13 years since he's died and we really really miss him. When I remember him my eyes well up and I feel drained. I guess I haven't really paid much attention to him for so long. I really miss my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have enough money to buy flowers for him yesterday so I'm counting our Monday get together will be a blast. I'm sure it will because everyone is going to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;s&gt;inviting&lt;/s&gt; dragging Petter so Leslie can start calling him a winner xD I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On better news. Sagar and Marishka are back together! I love this news so much and I'm so happy for the both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this post is really a rollercoaster of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing happily away in the office because there's no one around. The PD people are somewhere having a meeting and the quietness makes me think better and be more productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss him too (even though wre just saw each other the other day). The past few days were so draining and all I need a good non-relative hug. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also hankering for some serious Kabab pigging out. Mmmm Keema with eggplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ina very long time, I am very much broke. I can't even buy a bottle of C2 without thinking hard about it. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise pictures soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Creole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Does anyone know a good diet pill? One that doesn't have severe side effects like cardiac arrests, an extra head or vagina failure? I really want to loose weight. For reals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-3029796561644992952?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3029796561644992952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3029796561644992952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3029796561644992952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3029796561644992952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-is-trouble.html' title='Work is trouble'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-3826375987042233764</id><published>2007-05-06T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T06:23:33.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapid thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired girl'/><title type='text'>Juggle</title><content type='html'>It's been knockin' on my noggin for a while that balancing your life is a damn hard thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sure, you can do it in The Sims and Kudos' effortlessly, but they don't have carry-home work and cut-throat deadlines to accomplish. I cannot focus on something and take care of something else at the same time. Like, I can't focus on my studies/work if I have to take care of my dying social life. I have to "take care" of things one at a time which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty of letting a couple of friendships rot because my attention is somewhere else. Oh poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lighter news, we have cable now! *air guitar*&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/1596772594337154506-3826375987042233764?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3826375987042233764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3826375987042233764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3826375987042233764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3826375987042233764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/juggle.html' title='Juggle'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-3668041652385045767</id><published>2007-05-02T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T06:02:12.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level up games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pan&apos;s labyrinth'/><title type='text'>Work desu.</title><content type='html'>Wow... it's been a long time since I posted and I kind of feel guilty about abandoning this blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... where do I start? I'm currently working level up games as a game dialouge editor. Pay is ok and the people are fun so it's pretty ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Spiderman 3 (me and the rest of the Philippines) and it's &lt;i&gt;ok&lt;/i&gt; while Pan's Labyrinth is made of &lt;b&gt;GREAT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the HP: OotP trailer and I believe I just experienced a very powerful moviegasm. I'm so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really post in complete and proper sentences because I've been typing froufrou sentences for the past 8 hours. Grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-3668041652385045767?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3668041652385045767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3668041652385045767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3668041652385045767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3668041652385045767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-desu.html' title='Work desu.'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-477669214859847448</id><published>2007-04-16T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:27:22.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat show'/><title type='text'>Bunny</title><content type='html'>You know what I want? A bunny. Yes, a fucking bunny. I could easily purchase one in the pet store (cage, food and toys) but my mum would throw a hysteric fit that would probably go something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;"Another pet?? AGAIN? What did I tell you about bringing pets home? He'd probably end up as the dog's dinner or your neurotic cat's toy!"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so screamy, but it'll be cold and just. I can't take care of my pets :/ It didn't help that khan showed me &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/ponkhan/hershey/"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; Hersheey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I went to cover the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tour of the Fireflies&lt;/span&gt;. But I ended up covering a cat-show instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t312/mizcreole/Cats027.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t312/mizcreole/Cats076.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t312/mizcreole/Cats068.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Her name is Lily and she's made of 'Aww' and 'Cuddle me'&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t312/mizcreole/Cats005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; #20! One of my favorite cats. He wanted me to pet him.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cat. I wish he could be as malambing as Lily or #20 but Chanel is kind of neurotic. Lulz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-477669214859847448?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/477669214859847448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=477669214859847448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/477669214859847448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/477669214859847448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/04/bunny.html' title='Bunny'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596772594337154506.post-1495641888212225499</id><published>2007-04-11T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T07:25:56.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega nega'/><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>It's been a wonderful day with surprises. But in the end, it kind of sucks because they make me sad.&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/1596772594337154506-1495641888212225499?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1495641888212225499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=1495641888212225499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1495641888212225499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1495641888212225499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/04/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-5111773571805093860</id><published>2007-04-09T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:10:09.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='168'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>ASL? // 19 f QC</title><content type='html'>It would be a shame if I didn't write about my 19th birthday :) It was pretty simple and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started off with breakfast in Pancake House with my mum and my grandmum. I had pancakes and tacos because I figured I'd need the energy for the day of shopping ahead! After a lovely breakfast, my mum and I went straight to divisoria, I thought we were rather early as I heard &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;168&lt;/span&gt; opens at around 10:00 am (we were there at 9:30 am), but lo and behold we saw it open and not so brimming with people yet! So we went inside, got lost for a bit and decided to search the top (more expensive) floor first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were less people, which was great. There were actual stores, which were not-so-great since they tend to be more expensive than their tiny, more claustrophobic, lower floor counterparts. Anyway, so we looked around and I spotted cheap thick tights for 100 pesos. So I bought them in my current favorite color, gray. So we looked around again, mum bought 2 pairs of colorful mod watches for her and for my aunt. We also found light gray (looks like worn-in black) skinny jeans that are slouchy and comfy and that came in my size. Lovely-lovely. Of course I bought it, it was only 650 pesos! It's so hard to find a good pair of skinny jeans that come in a good price and still permit your blood to circulate in your legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the lower floors and chaos started. People were everywhere! Well, not really. It was an ok crowd for me (and for 168) but it was a tad too much for my mum (who hates crowds and has claustrophobia) so we got my last 168 purchase for the day: cellphone stickers! We then headed to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wai Ying&lt;/span&gt; and had a heavy lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home, but not before stopping by 7-11 to buy my new Preview. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rested at home and I got to talk to Joanna again which is great because I missed her so :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I had dinner in Shangri-La Makati's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Circle Events Cafe&lt;/span&gt;. I love it there, the buffet is great and the food is made of yum and pretty. For 1324 pesos, its definately worth it. I plan on eating there again someday ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who greeted me a Happy Birthday, thank you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;. You are all too sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-5111773571805093860?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5111773571805093860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=5111773571805093860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5111773571805093860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5111773571805093860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/04/asl-19-f-qc.html' title='ASL? // 19 f QC'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-1823492947139597054</id><published>2007-04-03T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:58:52.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petter'/><title type='text'>Ozine, death note, MoA and tofu</title><content type='html'>There was a generous amount of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; last weekend with birthday/swim parties, conventions, an aborted movie marathon and long walks in my bitch heels. It's like I'm hoarding all the fun just in time for Holy Week where God tells us not to have too much fun, mkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz, I still feel odd not having any birthday plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, was Ozine fest 2007. Got pretty tired of all the Naruto cosplayers and eventually bored with the repetitive Rozen Maiden and Death Note cosplayers (Ryuuk and   Remu not included). Gundams and transformers and all sorts of large-scale cosplays are still made of win and cool while chibi Sailormoons are losing its cute factor (at least their costumes were elaborate. So much pearls! So much kira kira!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures of some cosplayers but my film roll was dominated by non-cosplaying otaku styles. There were cute outfits, cliche "anime school girl" outfits and the eer present goth. It was a good time to take pictures. This kind is part of my thesis research :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got free arts from &lt;a href="http://silentscope.deviantart.com"&gt;Patrick&lt;/a&gt;, the long lost &lt;a href="http://bigberd.deviantart.com"&gt;Berd&lt;/a&gt; and the amazing &lt;a href="http://batangbatugan.deviantart.com"&gt;Kuya Wilson Tortosa&lt;/a&gt;. Will scan/take pictures as soon as my scanner stops being funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day (monday), I had a meeting with fellow &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;org&lt;/span&gt;-officers concerning the Org's scheduled events for the upcoming year. Then Petter and I went home to watch the Death Note movies and read a bit of Yamada. Twas a very good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to the HOOGE Mall of Asia with my long lost high school friends Eunice and Johanna. That was a lot of fun (even with my beautiful feet contraption I call my Fiorucci heels) I watched &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt; for the 3rd time. :D One more and I've finally hit my 1,200 mark!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted some glue-on nail jewels at one of the craft shops in MoA. It's only 70 pesos so I believe I shall buy it :D And pale, ballerina pink nail colour. Yis. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 'hand around, draw, watch a couple of movies, disregard your damn diet and read a book or two' day for Petter and I. Since we're low on funds, I decided we can have lunch here at home, read a comic books, draw, watch movies and just talk. Kinda like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the Kada's&lt;/span&gt; infamous geek-outs (NEXT WEEK!!!). I'm quite excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today , we'll buy a tub of vanilla ice cream and mix it with a bit of my mum's coffee. Yumm. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday (april 8th) we can officially start &lt;a href="http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-plans.html"&gt;celebrating my birthday&lt;/a&gt; xD I' not sure when the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La Sallians&lt;/span&gt; start their summer so I'll ask around. I want my geek out complete ya knoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you lot!!! &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-1823492947139597054?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1823492947139597054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=1823492947139597054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1823492947139597054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1823492947139597054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/04/ozine-death-note-moa-and-tofu.html' title='Ozine, death note, MoA and tofu'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-1466695075271628557</id><published>2007-04-02T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T17:14:20.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Last Saturday: Birthday</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday the family celebrated &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; birthdays.  We celebrated at the upper penthouse of Marishka's building and there were lots of food and kids and cameras and fun. Petter was suddenly thrust into the David-family world. I believe he enjoyed himself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end post* :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-1466695075271628557?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1466695075271628557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=1466695075271628557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1466695075271628557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1466695075271628557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-saturday-birthday.html' title='Last Saturday: Birthday'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-4026477094166620290</id><published>2007-03-29T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:55:34.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TCIotDinNT'/><title type='text'>Curious Incident</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; finished &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time&lt;/span&gt; by Mark Haddon. I know it's a relatively thin book and it's not hard to read (unlike The Hobbit or Death Kit by Susan Sontag) but I never really got into it. I always thought it was sweet and smart to write as an autistic boy and the story was just as amusing but, well, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I never got into it&lt;/span&gt;. Until yesterday! I recommend this read. Everything is sweet and smart, red cars and A-math level calculations all in all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now re-reading &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Bloood Prince&lt;/span&gt; by JK Rowling as a 'refresher' course for the 7th book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, they've released the new covers and they're lovely. I. CAN'T. WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-4026477094166620290?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4026477094166620290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=4026477094166620290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4026477094166620290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4026477094166620290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/curious-incident.html' title='Curious Incident'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-4720348453846404817</id><published>2007-03-27T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:57:56.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop'/><title type='text'>Birthday plans</title><content type='html'>I don't have birthday plans yet. I'll probably just fix up some food and invite friends and classmates over. Nothing fancy :) Maybe I can also have that cook-day on the same day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so much fun. I bought a ridiculous Penshoppe cap with a pink pom-pom on top. WTF. Pictures tomorrow, I swear. &lt;a href="http://lessthanthreecouture.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Read more about my fasyon-days!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I *plan* on doing this summer:&lt;br /&gt;. Sewing/dressmaking courses in a cheap technical school&lt;br /&gt;. Animation projects (Body Language: LQ Manual)&lt;br /&gt;. Bag-making (I'll be finishing my first bag by tomorrow. I'll be moving on to clutch purses next!)&lt;br /&gt;. Sending out internship CV's like crazy to agencies. Because my professor told me to :D&lt;br /&gt;. Shop. Shop and shopalot.&lt;br /&gt;. Get involved in the garage sale! Sell half of my stuff (that doesn't fit!) so I can get twice as much not-so-new-stuff! (Ukay!!)&lt;br /&gt;. Cook with friends&lt;br /&gt;. Hang with friends&lt;br /&gt;. THESIS RESEARCH&lt;br /&gt;. Photoshoot like whaaaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;. Write a couple of articles for my mum so I can ear a bit of dough :3 (God help me.)&lt;br /&gt;. Paint&lt;br /&gt;. Sleep and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are already asking me what I want for my birthday, and so here are my answers:&lt;br /&gt;. A digital camera. (I'm dead serious about this one since I kinda need it for thesis next year and I feel kinda out of place without one. :/ I wanna take pictures tooo!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A Mac (this can be treated as a joke :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A shopping trip and a shopping buddy (whoever is getting me this should accompany me to the shopping destination of my choice. Help me pick out clothes, talk, discuss, eat, bash, love, pictures, memories, adventure! Don't worry, I won't take you to Greenbelt 4 or 6750 &lt;small&gt;but if you insist ba! hahahaha&lt;/small&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Extra moneys xD xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Fashion books!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that's what I've come up so far. For the shopping trip thing, it doesn't matter if it's a complete outfit or even a kira-kira ketai strap, what matters is I get to tour you around these places I love because of it's people, food, finds and quirks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-4720348453846404817?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4720348453846404817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=4720348453846404817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4720348453846404817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4720348453846404817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-plans.html' title='Birthday plans'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-4455873173206143630</id><published>2007-03-25T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:09:14.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miz kabab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Summmerrrr</title><content type='html'>Summer's here! Summer's here! :D I can't say much about that except I have possible things lined up that would keep me busy. From thesis research to photoshoot/photobook projects and animation collaborations, my Summer would be hectic but it would be great because I'd be able move in my own terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated Summer as soon as our Professional Ethics teacher &lt;s&gt;released&lt;/s&gt; told us that we could leave after the test. Petter and I went to his friend Joel's place so we could watch 300 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. The graphics and visuals never cease to amaze me. The filter and quality (I can pretty much replicate in photoshop) is spectularzz. Gerard Butler is still sexy. Ah yes, I love &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;600&lt;/span&gt; (300 x the number of times you've seen it :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like our original plan of eating Persian food after the movie, the three of us headed to a different Persian restaurant, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bherouz&lt;/span&gt; so we could try their stuff out. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We were dissapointed&lt;/span&gt;. The menu was limited but they still hold the title of "Best Ox Brain" (you must try it, it's squite good with rice or with pita bread!). We were so dissapointed in everything (except the ox brain) that we headed to Mister Kabab to have another meal! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hardcoooorrreeeee&lt;/span&gt;. Lulz. We ordered the usual &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Special Celo Kabab&lt;/span&gt; and Yogurt shake. Le Yum :9 Then we drove to the nearby McDonalds to have milkshakes. 8D &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PIGG OUTT&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning (sunday), we had lunch at home with le familia and once again I pigged-out. After that, we went to Bonifacio High Street to have Krispy Kreme, because in the Philippines-- at least with my family--  Krispy Kreme is a family affair. :D After that, I shopped. Luwlz. Read more about it &lt;a href="http://lessthanthreecouture.blogspot.com/2007/03/es-em.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-4455873173206143630?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4455873173206143630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=4455873173206143630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4455873173206143630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4455873173206143630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/summmerrrr.html' title='Summmerrrr'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-7115019772881822042</id><published>2007-03-23T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T05:04:33.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Up and Down</title><content type='html'>Did you know it's a bitch trying to animate someone going up a flight of stairs (regular perspective, mind)? It is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to re-do this thing because I want to redesign it. But submission is tomorrow and a grade of INC (which is kind of acceptable) is a no-no because my professor might leave next year. OHNOWHATDOIDONOW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have around 5 seconds and I have to do a minute. Shet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my poster though. I love photo references. They save academic lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Creole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my &lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://lessthanthreecouture.blogspot.com"&gt;MAD MAD FASHION BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;. Please. 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-7115019772881822042?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7115019772881822042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=7115019772881822042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7115019772881822042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7115019772881822042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/up-and-down.html' title='Up and Down'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-7191928035608752516</id><published>2007-03-18T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T04:23:13.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Oh I wish I could write</title><content type='html'>I was never much of a writer but I did write a story or two (personal stories. Essays and other required shizats are not counted). There are moments where I believe I was a god with words. I expressed love and angst with so much power some of my dear anonymous readers (I used to post avidly in ff.net) would gush and scream MORE!. But most of the time, I spew crap much like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I was blessed with the gift to transform words into brain pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start writing again. Fiction. About love and heartache and kisses inside dingy bars. Because I'm still a teenager and I would like to write about how dramatic my pseudo-life would be. Or maybe I should just write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel the need to be wonderful at something. Especially writing and the arts since I'm in art school and my mum is an excellent writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also start writing in complete sentences and with proper grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-7191928035608752516?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7191928035608752516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=7191928035608752516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7191928035608752516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7191928035608752516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-i-wish-i-could-write.html' title='Oh I wish I could write'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-1188096332729843951</id><published>2007-03-18T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:19:55.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='borred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louis vuitton'/><title type='text'>a meme</title><content type='html'>The weather can't seem make it's mind up today. Oh how I miss the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class presentation went well yesterday :D not much details. but it went well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also note, for the nth time, that I will get an LV bag once my budget (or my stinky rich husband) allows :3 Maybe a Trouville, Deuville, Beverly or the very classic Speedy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From My twin, Mina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three songs you've listened to today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ She Wants Revenge- Out of Control&lt;br /&gt;♥ She Wants Revenge- Tear You Apart&lt;br /&gt;♥ Goldfrapp- Strict Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three colors you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Black&lt;br /&gt;♥ Red&lt;br /&gt;♥ Currently: Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people you saw today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ My mum&lt;br /&gt;♥ Maids&lt;br /&gt;♥ Random guy drinking coke in our store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names of pets you had as a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Godzilla the iguana&lt;br /&gt;♥ Rocky the lobster&lt;br /&gt;♥ Bilog the dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three items you use everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Billy the Mobile&lt;br /&gt;♥ Bebii the planner&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mookie the mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people you miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Petter&lt;br /&gt;♥ The Kada&lt;br /&gt;♥ Paula Arce (yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you visited this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ SM North&lt;br /&gt;♥ UST&lt;br /&gt;♥ National Bookstore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you said today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ "It's a glitch"&lt;br /&gt;♥ "This toffee is too sweet! Ack!"&lt;br /&gt;♥ "Aw. He went back to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people you kissed recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ :P&lt;br /&gt;♥ Chico&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names starting with "A" in your cellphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Abigail&lt;br /&gt;♥ Agnes&lt;br /&gt;♥ Argel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three awards received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Miss Personality CFAD-Advertising. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;♥ 1st prize, Hephaestus. Lulz&lt;br /&gt;♥ 2nd place somewhere. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names for a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ James (still the ever pokemon fan)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Gustav (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names for a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Jessica&lt;br /&gt;♥ Veronica&lt;br /&gt;♥ Exene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cool singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;♥ James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;♥ Sugar Pie Desanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three pet peeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Pulling my pink toe outward.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Things wrapped/gabbing/holding my leg.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Sir Araw / Sir Caaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people you tag to take this survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Bored kids&lt;br /&gt;♥ People trying to escape work&lt;br /&gt;♥ You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, I get it. I'm boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-1188096332729843951?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1188096332729843951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=1188096332729843951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1188096332729843951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1188096332729843951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/meme.html' title='a meme'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-5009297011764123281</id><published>2007-03-11T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T04:01:47.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionzz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Workaholic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://arcadedrifter.blogspot.com"&gt;Khan&lt;/a&gt; tells me I'm a workaholic. Is this true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-5009297011764123281?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5009297011764123281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=5009297011764123281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5009297011764123281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5009297011764123281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/workaholic.html' title='Workaholic?'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-6147253755382996605</id><published>2007-03-11T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:31:49.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet crap'/><title type='text'>I got this from jenvg@LJ</title><content type='html'>Jenna Genio is my girl-crush. I got this from her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So, say you were meeting a new person--blind date, new friend, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can't actually tell them in so many words. Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to look at/read/listen to/taste/whatever. What would you put in the box? And a copy of your journal or a link to your LJ would be the same thing as just telling them directly, yourself, so that's not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Black opaque tights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) red and silver-lined flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) gray and white stripe shirt and my boyfriend jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Preview magazine collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) a playlist that includes: Fat Boy Slim, Nine Inch Nails, Utada Hikaru, Gackt, Portishead, B52's, Eraserheads and "I will follow you into the dark" by deathcab for cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) rings and my understated borloloy: rosary ring and my plastic rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) my fashion and costume design sketchpad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) a list of blogs I go to: &lt;a href="http://chuvaness.livejournal.com"&gt;Chuvaness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://stylebubble.typepad.com/style_bubble/"&gt;Style Bubble&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com"&gt;Perez Hilton&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thesuperficial.com"&gt;The Superficial&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Sin City (everything) and my precious Kingdom Come by Alex Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) a copy of The Cheese Monkeys by Chipp Kidd and June and Juliet by William Gough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) my stickered Mookie (mp3 player) and studded Billy (mobile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) My "Havanas" and a picture of morayta and the morayta overpass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) that famous kitchen knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it describes me, but I want him/her/it to see those things. I don't know :\ now, to buy some cake! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-6147253755382996605?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6147253755382996605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=6147253755382996605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/6147253755382996605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/6147253755382996605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-this-from-jenvglj.html' title='I got this from jenvg@LJ'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-4277467789141749590</id><published>2007-03-10T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:45:07.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='petter'/><title type='text'>2nd</title><content type='html'>Whoa. What? We're going to present on the second day (competition day) so we have a week to fix our shitty paper and get our act together. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on fixing the ads Monday evening together with our adprod project. It's going to be quick naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petter and I saw 300 the other day. Holy shit, I wanna watch it again. Though there is something lacking about it, I can still honestly it's brilliant. I love the end credits. :D :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work work. SO much work, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I have a little David Sedaris to keep me company. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Naked&lt;/span&gt; (by David Sedaris) promises good laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta~ Off to buy some cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Creole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-4277467789141749590?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4277467789141749590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=4277467789141749590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4277467789141749590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4277467789141749590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/2nd.html' title='2nd'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-3542231711444649255</id><published>2007-03-03T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T06:40:51.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega nega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gustav'/><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>It was a heartbreaking morning. I don't want to talk about it because you might think I'm overreacting but I'm not. Le sigh. So I turn to &lt;b&gt;Gustav&lt;/b&gt; and the sexy &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt; trailer to chase the blues (and stress) away -- even if it's temporary :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_cL1LY96WI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_cL1LY96WI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-3542231711444649255?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3542231711444649255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3542231711444649255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3542231711444649255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3542231711444649255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-3809221315964698830</id><published>2007-03-02T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T06:37:44.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miz kabab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adprac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Tadpole feet</title><content type='html'>I'm cramming my adprac media plan assignment which isn't very smart, but at least the time pressure makes me think better. If my environment is lax, my brain is lax. I have bad work ethics. Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advan shoes are awesome. Sure, your feet resemble tadpoles when you wear a pair, but they're awweeesooome. In a sea of Nikes, Adidas and Chucks, you standout with your tadpole feet. Tadfeet. And they're dirt cheap too. I believe a pair of lace ups are 150 pesos and the Vans-type are 200 or something? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Basta,&lt;/span&gt; they're cheap. I'll buy a pair someday and paint on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's sad when this personal pinoy pop-icon (it reminds me of PE days in STC --ew--) doesn't even have information available on the web. Another advan shoe pops up and it's from Japan. I want my canvas tadfeet shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the trailer for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt; today. Oh gosh, I almost wet myself. I plan on breaking doors and other forms of public property after watching it next week :3 We also plan on eating in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mister Kabab&lt;/span&gt; after because it's Persian food. If we see the owner of the said establishment, we'll restrain ourselves from kicking him in the guts and into the vat of white garlic sauce. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my media plan now to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JT's&lt;/span&gt; FutureSex.LoveSounds and I can't think!! D: D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;Creole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-3809221315964698830?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3809221315964698830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3809221315964698830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3809221315964698830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3809221315964698830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/tadpole-feet.html' title='Tadpole feet'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-7003874413582488343</id><published>2007-02-25T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:58:37.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion show'/><title type='text'>Gackt!</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to him. It's such a break from my emo-romantic-funk songs my ears have been drowning in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to know about the fashion show: It was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have my (Iris') camera fixed because I want to really try my hand at photography. I was kind of disappointed when my shots came out ho-humish during Photo 1 class since I felt as if I've let the memory of my dad down, but now, I'm going to really try it. The light meter is wonky and I need t have it cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also re-learning how to draw this summer (or before classes are over) and how to water color. I'm going to get tube watercolors. Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Creole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-7003874413582488343?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7003874413582488343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=7003874413582488343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7003874413582488343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7003874413582488343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/02/gackt.html' title='Gackt!'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-3196852126077112332</id><published>2007-02-08T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T05:58:49.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion show'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I'm extremely disappointed. Extremely so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's all worth it at the end but sometimes when everyone just kind of puts it down, you get dragged along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was the fashion show. Honestly. The sponsors can just GTFO of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-3196852126077112332?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3196852126077112332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3196852126077112332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3196852126077112332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3196852126077112332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-7142461384768082567</id><published>2007-01-27T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:23:54.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet crap'/><title type='text'>Skins</title><content type='html'>Saw this over at &lt;a href="http://stylebubble.typepad.com"&gt;Susie Bubble&lt;/a&gt; and I think it's hot. I need to pay someone to download this for me. I am ever so curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X24Fc357OWA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X24Fc357OWA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-7142461384768082567?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7142461384768082567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=7142461384768082567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7142461384768082567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7142461384768082567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/01/skins.html' title='Skins'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-9055487445636356415</id><published>2007-01-25T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:50:40.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickywicky'/><title type='text'>new face of sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eloerchtur/369454801/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/369454801_0912156b87_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eloerchtur/369454801/"&gt;Give me statements&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/eloerchtur/"&gt;Eloerc Htur&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum left for Baguio early this morning leaving me, sick, weak and quite unfabulous and icky, under the watchful eye of my two sisters and our helpers, Ate Merly and Marilyn. I'm such a spoiled brat, especially when I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, it's been a terrible time for me. I couldn't talk, walk or move without pain. The sheets (and anything else for that matter) felt like sandpaper against my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike fake foods now. Anything with a dash, hint, pinch or even a granule of &lt;I&gt;Ajinomoto&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;b&gt;MSG&lt;/b&gt; makes me sicker than before. I tried eating sauteed veggies (no rice because it's too heavy) for lunch yesterday but only got 2 bites because I could fucking &lt;i&gt;bite&lt;/i&gt; into the beef cubes they used to flavor it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ma, they used vestin. I know they did."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear, it must be the beef cubes."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless and poor. LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so my sisters are watching over me for the weekend while my mum is away in Baguio for work. They come in shifts which is amusing and terribly sweet at the same time. My motherly and middle sister &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; will be coming over this morning to watch over me. She'll most probably lecture me on why I'm sick: fatigue, lack of nutrients and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later is afternoon/evening, my older, ATM-like and easily-bored-without-cable sister &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marishka&lt;/span&gt; will spend the weekend here. She will probably complain about the lack of cable, ask the maids for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ginisang&lt;/span&gt; corned beef and tell me to shut up and stay put while I attempt to make her take me to the mall and get a haircut (more on that later). She will later bribe me with a box of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yellow Cab&lt;/span&gt; pizza so she can &lt;s&gt;snore&lt;/s&gt; sleep in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect a post containing a series "BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"s if any of these events happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of restyling myhair back into it's original sleek bob ala Posh but that hairstyle gets old fast. I really want an androgynous haircut like &lt;a href="http://supermodels.nl/agynessdeyn"&gt;Agyness Deyn&lt;/a&gt;, post-Jude Sienna Miller and post-chuva chuchu Jolina. Pero I think I'll be needing some serious cheekbones for it. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagay kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I read one of the funnier threads I've seen in 4chan in a long while. I love it. Or maybe because I'm such a big Billy and Mandy &lt;a href="http://cgi.4chan.org/co/res/495117.html"&gt;nut&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-9055487445636356415?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/9055487445636356415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=9055487445636356415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/9055487445636356415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/9055487445636356415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-face-of-sick.html' title='new face of sick'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/369454801_0912156b87_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596772594337154506.post-1193609412838654491</id><published>2007-01-14T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T08:49:14.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Near death experience</title><content type='html'>I'm too tired to write a long long post so here's what happened. (Such a shame really, because there's a ton of stuff that I really want to tell you guy but... *le sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the MV Doulos ship today to check out the floating bookstore. The line was L-O-N-G. We were about midway when one of the crew members announced that the line streched as far as the Manila Hotel. Yikes! It was fun but very crammed. There weren't a lot of choices since most of them are Christian and children's books but it was nice to learn about Doulos and the amazing multi-national crew. Volunteers! It was great. Learn more &lt;a href="http://www.doulos.org"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had dinner at Harbor View. Ate a gazillion things and now I feel like I weigh a gazillion tons. It's a near-death experience. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Parang hindi na mauubos yung pagkain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went home and released Chanel in the house. Watch the mad kitty go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the real reason why I posted because I want you lot to read this article I bumped into while googling everything that entered my head: &lt;a href="http://www.bossanova.com/weevil/kiss/"&gt;How to kiss a woman by Lynn Snowden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much loves to all. I'm off to divisoria tomorrow to score some &lt;s&gt;booty&lt;/s&gt; fabrics and sewers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-1193609412838654491?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1193609412838654491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=1193609412838654491' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1193609412838654491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1193609412838654491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/01/near-death-experience.html' title='Near death experience'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596772594337154506.post-3690004558563995145</id><published>2007-01-12T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T14:17:12.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapid thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kohi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CFAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion show'/><title type='text'>This day should be over</title><content type='html'>I had a surprisingly good day yesterday, even though it was sprinkled with unwanted flubs and overspending (I'm seriously running low on funds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life Painting plate didn't suck so much (I got an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;86&lt;/span&gt; for 3 hours of crammed and crabby work!) and even though I flubbed (read: lost my balance for a nano-second) during the model screening, I passed it with my other model Jam (Muchos thanks to Johan and Asia!!). Sadly, my model of uber-choice, Karla (read: CFAD twin), didn't make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid fashion director of some agency asked her if she was willing to loose weight. What? I wanted my model to be curvy! As much as possible, I wanted them to be not stick thin! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not stick thin!!&lt;/span&gt; But to save the drama and wasted time, I decided to get the other model Asia got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have two semi-professional models and a cousin (Maui! &amp;hearts;) under my management. I'll pay for all of their expenses and then some (regular trips to Starbucks so that they can have a good working relationship. Ha ha.). Oh, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Do I see another Starbucks planner soon?? I hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I named my Starbucks planner &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bebii&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebii is currently full of fashion show stressing, late Animation requirements, bugging of the sponsor-like sort and Pep Squad meetings. I never thought I had such a packed schedule!! I guess my need to fill up Bebii with the things I have to do contributes to me being so stressed and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mataray&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want to see my Bebii go to waste, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kasi naman sayang yung&lt;/span&gt; coffee and the permanent dent on my wallet and nervous system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much work! Pep Squad pa. I've been transfered from the Booster (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taga-sigaw&lt;/span&gt;) department to the Drummer (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taga-tambol&lt;/span&gt;) department. I'm not eve sure if I'm a bass or a snare drummer. God, I don't even know if I have what it takes. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bahala na&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by, I created a fashion blog for my designs, fashion show schedule, details and my fashion-related opinions. It's still a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop me a line! Show me that you love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts; Creole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Today's saving factor: It's a weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-3690004558563995145?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3690004558563995145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3690004558563995145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3690004558563995145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3690004558563995145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-day-should-be-over.html' title='This day should be over'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-1888276589577937012</id><published>2007-01-09T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:41:49.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapid thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kohi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion show'/><title type='text'>HOW IS MY DRING?</title><content type='html'>Excuse me, your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;How is my dring?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luwlz. I saw this the other day painted at the back of a white cab on my way to school.  As many of you know (to the Filipinos who read this, at least) that every PUV (public utility vehichle) is required to have that at the rear end of their cars (together with the LTO hotline which isn't a hotline at all.). It's funny how the painter/writer/what do you call them exactly? missed a "V" and an "I". Ohoh. I just think it's amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic hectic hectic! School's been hectic! Crazy! The fashion show is closer than we anticipated and there's some serious inner-group issues (nothing to be concerned of, of course, we can handle it.). I submitted my designs and had 2 approved and 2 "to be improved".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I have to re-do my designs. Luwlz. I'm not happy with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fashion show brings forth a whole bunch of issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he design, how is it related to the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sidewalk&lt;/span&gt; theme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excecution, will you make it in time? Will your sewers actually listen to you instead of going ahead and making this original-cut dress into a Manang's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bestida&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabric, will this actually look good with this other type? Is is too thin? Stretchy? Light against this quilted linen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Models. Will you find 4 in time? If you do, can they walk? Are they even tall enough? Will they listen or will they pull some serious &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Morgan&lt;/span&gt; and bitch out because they have "model" to put under their name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money. Simple. Do you have enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions run through my messy head every time someone mentions fashion. It's fucking crazy I think I'm going to collapse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fashion class I suffered a mild anxiety-attack. I started to palpitate, my head starts spinning and breathing is a chore. It seems like I'm pressured and expected to do an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; job because for the past 2 1/2 years I'm in college I've ranted non-stop about fashion design. HARGH. At least I'm chillax now. I'm tryng to contact models and by models I mean friends who are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are SMS me (o9158330136)! If you're 5"3 (w/ or w/o heels) you'd be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, I suck at Package Design. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my Starbucks planner! Marishka was mildy surprised to see me with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"May nagbebenta ba sa inyo nyan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Wala."&lt;br /&gt;"... So inipon mo lahat ng stickers for one?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yup."&lt;br /&gt;"Lupet mo babe, so wala ka nang pera?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wala na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol lol lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-1888276589577937012?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1888276589577937012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=1888276589577937012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1888276589577937012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/1888276589577937012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-is-my-dring.html' title='HOW IS MY DRING?'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-7575843322806365480</id><published>2007-01-04T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:16:14.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kohi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social exposure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Chasing down every temporary high</title><content type='html'>Happy new year! I mentioned in my last post that I feel really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; optimistic about 2007 and I still do. In fact, I'm so glad that a whole bunch of people I know love 2007 (according to a loval paper 91% of Filipinos feel good about 2007) because the positive energy (despite the killer requirements) is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pero&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;small&gt;(But...)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;BAKIT ANG PANGET PANGET NG INTERNET NGAYON??&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Why is the internet so ugly??&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole "internet hates the Philippines srsly" is really annoying. It doesn't affect my 2007 but it's just really annoying! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hayanobayan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in serious Stacie Orrico mode now (even though I'm only listening to 2 of her songs ): &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;More to Life&lt;/span&gt;, which reminds me of the little green muggle bus (our ride during high school) and requirements limited to bond papers (no canvases, no presentations and ad campaigns!) and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm Not Missing You&lt;/span&gt; because I really missed her face. Luwlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh she's gorgeous. She's like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;/span&gt; (my not-so-secret-shame) pre-nose job and pre-hyperlevel-trendwhorism (because she was a trendwhore when she started). Gosh Stacie, your voice is so "Yeah beb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently filled with Starbucks' Toffee Nut latte (Thank God it's back!). It's bloody delicious, definately first choice among the three holiday drinks. Gingerbread is ok, a lot of people hate it because it's so strong and bizarre. Ikindalikeit. :3 Peppermint Mocha is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;totally out of the question&lt;/span&gt;. I HATE IT. Gross. It's mocha with a kiss of fucking TOOTHPASTE.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink because I want to help SparkHope. Helping kids is awesome shit. The planner is a selfless gift. Bwahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 2007,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up! You're doing so damn well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Creole&lt;i&gt;!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-7575843322806365480?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7575843322806365480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=7575843322806365480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7575843322806365480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7575843322806365480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2007/01/chasing-down-every-temporary-high.html' title='Chasing down every temporary high'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596772594337154506.post-4951166459633578098</id><published>2006-12-31T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T04:36:11.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potential'/><title type='text'>You know what's amazing?</title><content type='html'>Spending the first few days of the new year with the people you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! TO A GREAT 2007&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes, I do feel optimistic &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-4951166459633578098?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4951166459633578098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=4951166459633578098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4951166459633578098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/4951166459633578098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-whats-amazing.html' title='You know what&apos;s amazing?'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-678099066501359412</id><published>2006-12-30T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:36:47.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega nega'/><title type='text'>EMO</title><content type='html'>This is a mega nega post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo died the other day. I'm devastated. At least he's in a better place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP kitty ;n;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-678099066501359412?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/678099066501359412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=678099066501359412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/678099066501359412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/678099066501359412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/emo.html' title='EMO'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-6237718597827019487</id><published>2006-12-25T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:47:10.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapid thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social exposure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picwhore'/><title type='text'>R U SRLY?</title><content type='html'>Whatever. Hi hi guys! Belated happy christamas and an advanced merry new year! I hope you got what you wanted and needed this christmas and I hope you weren't conscious of all the food that you ate. I know I wasn't x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I wasn't pressured to feel the Christmas spirit and I'm quite glad for that. I didn't get all depressed and mopey about how everyone is fantastically happy and cheery. How everyone looked like they downed a bottle of good red wine while I was forced to take castor oil, strapped to a very uncomfortable chair. No. I felt good that I didn't need to feel the Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is my very own form of Christmas cheer? Ha ha, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ton of stuff and for my gorgeous family and friends (except the boys. oh no oh no!). Though I didn't recieve a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gabundok&lt;/span&gt; of presents (as Khan kept reminding me, "You'll have more on our Christmas party!" &lt;small&gt;yay!&lt;/small&gt;) I was still pretty good and happy. I knew I gave them awesome presents and I was so glad that my mum was really surprised with the extra 2 gifts I gave her (she thought the haircut we got together was my Christmas present Ohoho.). I got monies and a really sweet card from my cousins (Micky, Monchie and Kiko) from the states that almost made me shed a tear. I SRLSY MISS THEM ;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was great as usual. My mum wasn't able to &lt;s&gt;slaughter&lt;/s&gt; buy the really really big ham we have every year but instead bought slices which was pretty awesome (more fridge space!). I didn't drink coke because my tummy would go "GRARR. I GIVE YOU PAIN." So I stayed clear of my fizzy dark sweet drink of doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagar's sister, Smita, flew in from India to spend Christmas with us! This is our first time meeting her but she's awesome. She's just a couple of years older than me. She's so pretty. RLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jumping from one topic to another. No chronological order. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an MP3 player as an early Christmas present from my mum and I killed it with a ton of stickers &gt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.tinypic.com/2j3qvfa.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mookie desu. 1GB of chipipay sweet music. 3 hours of battery life which is a shame because I still have to endure 2 hours of Sir Araw's rambling. Mou mou mou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Kore wa ichiban sugoi ga nichi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my phone. Well, someone stole it from my Japeks Toki Doki bag/ I was shocked and then I felt kind of sad then I felt all right. So now my old Globe # is dead and gone ;; now I new number it's &lt;h3&gt;09158330136&lt;/h3&gt; SMS me with your name and a greeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might get myself a new phone. I'll make sure I get a flip phone. SRSLY. Because I want some serious &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/cellphonelove/54280.html#cutid1"&gt;kira kira keitai&lt;/a&gt; action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so very pretty x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kore wa ichiban sugoi ga nichi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-6237718597827019487?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6237718597827019487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=6237718597827019487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/6237718597827019487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/6237718597827019487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/r-u-srly.html' title='R U SRLY?'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.tinypic.com/2j3qvfa_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596772594337154506.post-3125333595274963501</id><published>2006-12-20T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:22:20.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CFAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miz kabab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social exposure'/><title type='text'>If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye!</title><content type='html'>I threw a fun and gooood party last Tuesday evening (the evening before Paskuhan) for the gorgeous &lt;a href="http://advertisingdos.multiply.com"&gt;AdDos class&lt;/a&gt;. Almost everyone was there (Agnes!! &lt;i&gt;Bakit walang nag-SMS sayo??&lt;/i&gt;) and everyone (as far as I know) had a fun time :D People went crazy for my Nordic Strawberry Cherry Ice. 6 girls managed to almost finish one bottle! Hello 4-5 trips to the bar. Since I am &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Miz Kabab and Miz Bartender&lt;/span&gt; I will share to you the uber-simple drink recipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nordic Strawberry Cherry Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What you need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nordic Ice Vodka Strawberry (you can also use Absolut Kurrant, Arkan/Actic Vodka in Strawberry)&lt;br /&gt;Sprite&lt;br /&gt;Maraschino Cherries (preferably with stems)&lt;br /&gt;Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How to do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put ice in short glass&lt;br /&gt;Pour 1/4 glass of vodka&lt;br /&gt;Pour sprite&lt;br /&gt;drop the cherry&lt;br /&gt;add 3 teaspoons of cherry syrup/juice from cherry jar.&lt;br /&gt;Serve. Giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Super simple. Stems are cool because when your guest gets giggly you can actually just ask him/her to tie it with his/her tongue. You share a social drink together and learn more about each other at the same time ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer your question: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes, I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Multiply&lt;/span&gt;-worthy evening. Spice Girls, Dave Matthews Band, Erasure, Justin Timberlake, Hed Kandi and an Usher track or two played that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of memorable things happened :D I got a gift from &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/3191918"&gt;Party Pao!!&lt;/a&gt;, a how to speak Japanese book. It's super awesome and super sweet! Thanks so much!! 8D 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a suuuper awesome book from Lala about me and my descisions. Oh, it's so very very apt!! xD Thank you thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got slippers and cookies from Sugar! sweeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 19/20 is awwwweeesoooome. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to do. Do my christmas shopping or spend the day with the Kada? Hmmm.. Torn torn torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also kind of broke na which sucks to high heaven. WHERE DID MY MONEY GO SUDDENLY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos love to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;! &amp;hearts; Advanced happy christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Paskuhan wasn't all WTFAMAZING but it was pretty cool :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-3125333595274963501?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3125333595274963501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=3125333595274963501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3125333595274963501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/3125333595274963501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-you-really-bug-me-then-ill-say.html' title='If you really bug me then I&apos;ll say goodbye!'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-5825506047363614815</id><published>2006-12-16T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:49:52.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potential'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social exposure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop'/><title type='text'>Globe Lumpia</title><content type='html'>I don't even want to start how my week went. This is so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Johnson's &amp; Johnsons&lt;/span&gt; but it's been a week of utter ups and downs. Mostly ups but you can't deny the downs. What. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shopped shopped shopped&lt;/span&gt; this week with two trips to the amazing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;168&lt;/span&gt;. I've gotten gifts for my immedeate family and friends (except for &lt;a href="http://arcadedrifter.blogspot.com"&gt;Khan&lt;/a&gt; and the boys; because it's HELL to think of what to give men. SRSLY.) and a number of gifts for myself (A fake Tokidoki backpack (&amp;hearts;), cellphone thingies, nailpolish, tons of make-up, and a top). I keep telling myself I deserve it and it makes me high as a kite that I have not experienced shopper's remorse. HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what to do with &lt;a href="http://advertisingdos.multiply.com"&gt;the class'&lt;/a&gt; Christmas party. I'll call table and chair rentals as soon as possbile (after making this post :P) and see what I can do about it. This requires some serious planning though. It's too short notice. Grr. But I'll make something happen &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I promise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Something worth mentioning! Last wednesday for Fashion Design, we had a make-up competition. It was so much fun! All the models looked amazing! Even the boys! It was 2 hours of powdery chaos. Lyan and Asia did an amazing job at transforming me into this "magazine-worthy" being. I even won best overall! They're that amazing! I'm still looking for photos (I hate not having my own digicam) but you can check out some here &lt;a href="http://advertisingdos.multiply.com/photos/album/6?mark_read=advertisingdos:photos:6&amp;replies_read=5"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dylema.multiply.com/photos/album/12?mark_read=dylema:photos:12&amp;replies_read=1"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://chelicious.multiply.com/photos/album/45?mark_read=chelicious:photos:45&amp;replies_read=7"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home looking like that and yes, I did get a few stares and sniggers. I bet someone thought I'd go down neon-Q. Ave to do a show or something. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A MOHAWK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by, I cut my hair again. I now have &lt;a href="http://www.fightersgeneration.com/fightgen/characters4/whip2001bq.jpg"&gt;Whip&lt;/a&gt;'s hair. I just felt the need to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Nazee, it's a sign of "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pagbabagong buhay&lt;/span&gt;". Sure. Maybe. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more things soon! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-5825506047363614815?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5825506047363614815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=5825506047363614815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5825506047363614815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5825506047363614815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/globe-lumpia.html' title='Globe Lumpia'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-623909145414329111</id><published>2006-12-08T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T04:29:49.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapid thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loverr'/><title type='text'>What you really need</title><content type='html'>I believe I have lost my writing abilities. I can't even write a decent blog entry for the &lt;a href:"http://advertisingdos.multiply.com"&gt;AdDos Multiply page&lt;/a&gt;. Nothing witty comes up, there is no event. I honestly believe I've out-emoed myself this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even write about my darling Suzie (my fictional alter ego) which kind of sucks because for the past few weeks my life has been nothing but one huge emotional turbulence. Maybe I should get back on my pseudo-prozac life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really store this under MEGA NEGA. It's too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should grab myself some ice cream. Cookies and cream McFlurry sounds right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've actually thought of something to write about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a rather self destructive person. I tend to push people to their limits just to see how they would react. I am a hands on observer, I don't do these things because I'm mean or because I want to give them a hard time, I do it because I want to elict a reaction. I live for reactions, without them the world would be boring and stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoken like a true ENTP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going with this for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;. To the point where people will just stop telling me things as to not give me the oppurtunity to ask "Why? Why? Wassup? Tell me." Because they &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; tell me. If ever I did get through the person (usually unwillingly) I will regret it immedeatly after. And by regret I mean hate myself completely to utter lunacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I have serious issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as an act of "rebuilding myself" I will stop being pushing and poking people. I will let them be. I will not rush them, I will not provoke them. In short, I will stop being an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't enjoy pushing people I love (very very much) away. But maybe it's a test of self-control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really wish everything was back to normal. And by normal I mean everything is there where it was before. I don't want you to lose it, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-623909145414329111?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/623909145414329111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=623909145414329111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/623909145414329111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/623909145414329111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-you-really-need.html' title='What you really need'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-7450793304139020185</id><published>2006-12-07T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:05:27.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega nega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>When you lose something you can't replace</title><content type='html'>Unlike my other posts, this is actually an emo post. You are free to skip this entry, of course, and direct your way to my Flooble to start a flooble-war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you're too emotionally drained to participate or even appreciate something so huge/massive that would have done wonders/cause havoc in your personal life. It was there and I didn't even let it sink into my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it I'm posting 2 lyrics!!&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fix You by Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;When the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;If you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Strange &amp; Beautiful (I'll Put A Spell On You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching your world from afar,&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to be where you are,&lt;br /&gt;And I've been secretly falling apart, unseen.&lt;br /&gt;To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,&lt;br /&gt;You turn every head but you don't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a spell on you,&lt;br /&gt;You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first thing you see, lyric's top&lt;br /&gt;And you'll realise that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes,&lt;br /&gt;And I know, the waiting is all you can do,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a spell on you,&lt;br /&gt;You'll fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a spell on you,&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first thing you see,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll realise that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a spell on you,&lt;br /&gt;You'll fall asleep 'cos I'll put a spell on you,&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first thing you see,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll realise that you love me, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-7450793304139020185?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7450793304139020185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=7450793304139020185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7450793304139020185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7450793304139020185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-you-lose-something-you-cant.html' title='When you lose something you can&apos;t replace'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-5513362091285655833</id><published>2006-12-04T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T07:15:28.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega nega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapid thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sige lang, sandal ka lang</title><content type='html'>It's funny how things turn movie-esque. You're looking at his blog thinking about everything that bothered you today and wondered if it's all alright, when your mobile rings and it's him saying goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not good. Maybe I will have to pull a Nicole Richie and seek better influences, better outcomes. Avoid the people that put me down and hurt me, get rid of my frenemies because they're simply not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay strong and I'll trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who helped me through this day, who saw me leak a tear or two, to those who stand by and behind me despite my issues, to those who continue to love me even though I can be intolerable &lt;s&gt;most&lt;/s&gt; at times, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know what I'd do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my moping and sulking it was a relatively productive and good day :) I got &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt; back. To those who don't know, Betty is what I call my old old &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; PC. She's had a rough rough life but she's back! I need to get my iTunes installer though... and Mozilla (ew ew ew internet explorer) and a bunch of other programs that will surely kill Betty's motherboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my (yucky yucky) package design plate (RAISINS!!) and then we visited Sugar in the hospital~ Thank you faculty christmas party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I got my point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People loved my outfit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go black go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&amp;hearts;&lt;a href="http://arcadedrifter.blogspot.com"&gt;tokwa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-5513362091285655833?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5513362091285655833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=5513362091285655833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5513362091285655833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5513362091285655833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/sige-lang-sandal-ka-lang.html' title='Sige lang, sandal ka lang'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596772594337154506.post-6178762604369805597</id><published>2006-12-03T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T06:45:37.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega nega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapid thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Maybe I should pull a Nicole Richie</title><content type='html'>And ditch the bad inflences in my life. Get rid of the MEGA NEGA factors, people and things that hurt me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'd rather not talk about it because these factors insipre negativity, insecurity and dangerous &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt; paranoia. I don't think anyone needs that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, stop making my life worse. Stop antagonizing me. Stop making my life a living &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-6178762604369805597?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6178762604369805597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=6178762604369805597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/6178762604369805597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/6178762604369805597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/maybe-i-should-pull-nicole-richie.html' title='Maybe I should pull a Nicole Richie'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-5897920951062934873</id><published>2006-12-02T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T07:15:30.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loverr'/><title type='text'>Mongkok dreams</title><content type='html'>I had one of the best days yesterday. EVERYONE was there (except Kang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to write about it. It spoils it 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://arcadedrifter.blogspot.com"&gt;Tokwa&lt;/a&gt; very much. I know I'm very vocal about it (and may annoy/irritate you lot and him) but I don't really care. I do. I got to spend the day with him~ I miss him so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Feets will kill you with cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie Antoinette is my hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-5897920951062934873?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5897920951062934873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=5897920951062934873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5897920951062934873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5897920951062934873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/mongkok-dreams.html' title='Mongkok dreams'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-5701418612977962453</id><published>2006-11-30T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:33:07.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potential'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapid thoughts'/><title type='text'>Love, peace and understanding</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog about even though there are a couple of things worth noting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have classes today and tomorrow and only one subject on saturday (DAMN YOU PRO ETH!!). We don't have classes today because of a super typhoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm not in a writing mood. No thought provoking entry toady kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm so out of it lately. My designs for Fashion Design were all uninspired and screams of "BLAH. Do better!" And these are street/casual wear, mind you. They were all very &lt;i&gt;Seventeen&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt;. It's so annoying! I want to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Flaunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I want to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nylon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I want to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Preview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (fashion editorial, mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my super late copy of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Preview&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mega&lt;/span&gt; and it's was quite &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, I read Preview and I was amused and entertained by the stuff in it. They were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;conservavocative&lt;/span&gt; (conservativep-provocative. Word owned by Creole. Thanks). Not entirely refreshing but they were at least different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mega&lt;/span&gt; bored me to sleep. Literally. If it wasn't for the fact that I had to flip the pages (in hopes of finding something remotely interesting) I could have drifted off to sleep. Actually, immedeatly after finishing flipping through the magazine, I laid on my side and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there something wrong with your magazine if people feel compelled to sleep after they finish reading about your badly-documented parties. Le sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish fashion would stop being so damn "cutting edge". It's like all that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FASHION SUICIDE&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;13 Going on 30&lt;/span&gt;. We'd like to see something warm, something achievable and yet aspirational! We want to see editorials under the sun, with neon eyeshadow and smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these fashion editorials in our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haute fashion&lt;/span&gt; magazines inspire less and less smiles everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, a thought provoking entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fashion but I'm so bored with it. (Yes, even with all the patent and glitter and studs and gold.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should say something about the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is well in this rather scary time. Board up your windows, cut loose branches and stock up. Charge all your mobile phones and laptops, get your candles, emergency radios and batteries up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creole, it's a typhoon, not armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like writing a million things and a million thoughts. I'm talking to Eunice right now. She's my long-lost high school friend. OH HOW I MISSED HER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to get back to work. Bwahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-5701418612977962453?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5701418612977962453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=5701418612977962453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5701418612977962453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5701418612977962453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-peace-and-understanding.html' title='Love, peace and understanding'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-736395162981755109</id><published>2006-11-28T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:54:14.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega nega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loverr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Let me take this oppurtunity...</title><content type='html'>To tell the world that I am so bloody pissed I cannot see straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm asking too much or maybe, for the first time in my life, I actually see someone is at fault. It's not even worth talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, you just reverted me back into a MEGA NEGA BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves ya! *mwahmwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus side:&lt;br /&gt;I got to see and talk to &lt;a href="http://arcadedrifter.blogspot.com"&gt;Tokwa&lt;/a&gt; today. :"&gt; If I keep writing like this it'll look like I'm in a one-sided crush affair than an &lt;i&gt;actual relationship&lt;/i&gt;! lawlz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-736395162981755109?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/736395162981755109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=736395162981755109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/736395162981755109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/736395162981755109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-me-take-this-oppurtunity.html' title='Let me take this oppurtunity...'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-7586112966255567253</id><published>2006-11-26T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T02:18:57.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega nega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miz kabab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social exposure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loverr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Mega Delaying Tactics</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy and stupid to work on my &lt;b&gt;raisin box&lt;/b&gt;. I think I had too much Keema for lunch. I'm overstuffed and my head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some serious negative things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is fucking throbbing and my eyes are deathly unfocused. Thinking of &lt;b&gt;raisin boxes, Velez-work &lt;s&gt;and Fashion Design&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is making me wanna pull a Mia and share my lunch with my toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kabab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Victorynite last night where I got dolled-up (and by dolled-up I looked like someone's Tita chaperone!) and listened to some serious ispiration. Can't wait for my One2One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Kabab with Petter and his friend Joel. Nazee missed this which sucked because I was supposed to treat him!! TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even write properly. Headaches SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I talked to &lt;a href="http://arcadedrifter.blogspot.com"&gt;Tokwa&lt;/a&gt; last night. &amp;hearts; It does my heart good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with Japanese cult classic, Suicide Circle. I haven't seen it but it may be too freaky for me to watch alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDCy_YDC_yU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDCy_YDC_yU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of work makes me wanna vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a dollie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dollwizard.com/doll.swf?id=1164536244399" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="160" height="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dollwizard.com" target="_blank"&gt;Dollwizard: Make your own custom dolls!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-7586112966255567253?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7586112966255567253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=7586112966255567253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7586112966255567253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/7586112966255567253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/mega-delaying-tactics.html' title='Mega Delaying Tactics'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-84966705989332488</id><published>2006-11-24T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:22:36.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potential'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social exposure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>And all of the time you thought I was sad...</title><content type='html'>I still have &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/stars/yourexloverisdead.html"&gt;Your Ex-Lover is Dead by STARS&lt;/a&gt; stuck in my head. I'm not complaining of course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. This will not be an emo post. :D I have a very decieving subject/title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday/Last night was probably one of the best nights I've had in a long long long while (well not really, but it's definately up there!). I can't say we jammed at Mayrics, but we enjoyed loud loud &lt;i&gt;loud&lt;/i&gt; music! SO MUCH FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argel killed us. He was absolutely great!! Francis was fantastic! I'll be posting their original compos when I get the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing last night, I saw good friend &lt;b&gt;Joel&lt;/b&gt; (circa-Jem // wannabe guitarist Creole). He was part of Francis' band &lt;b&gt;Ragdoll Rodeo&lt;/b&gt; then it all came back. One time, when Jem, Joel and I went to the studio to practice my "mad guitar skillz" (sadly limited to oversung and overplayed Eraserheads songs) he mentioned his band throughout the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ragdoll Rodeo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ragdoll Rodeo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ragdoll Rodeo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psh, I think I even saw Francis on our way out because they were on their way in to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in Mayrics, under the red lights and egg cartons, intoxicated by stale beer and cigarette smoke, God just reminded me how small the world was. It's tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Petter and Francis in their friend Joel's car. They were on their way to Mr. Kabab and my house is very near Kabab. I almost wanted to come along if it wasn't for that "ok lang" tapsilog I had for dinner and the fact that I seemed to be invading a private friend meet-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh. My One-to-one didn't push through yesterday so we rescheduled it for 2pm today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this award/event thing at Victory Church later. It's a recognition award/event thing for the Outreach Group leaders. Why was I invited, you ask? Well, these leaders have an invite that entitles them to take 2 of thier &lt;i&gt;potential leaders&lt;/i&gt; to the said event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have Outreach Group leader potential. Ohwow. I'm not even being sarcastic about this, I'm actualy quite honored! Ohwow. I'm good-girl Creole! My friends will have a riot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is blogger/blogspot/blog (and not LJ!) I will post yet another video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kixnJgopINY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kixnJgopINY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the hate towards Helena Bonham-Carter as Bellatrix Lestrange. I mean, sure, she's not skinny and tall and Black-esque but she can easily pull of the chararcter. It's part of her charm. She looks mad wicked in the trailer, and hot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to talk about the kiss. Because if Harry could kiss like that even though this is his first kiss, and by golly he's going to be a natural Hogwarts-heartbreaker (if he surivives of course). I bet he's been practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Draco??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what wizard porn is like. (Of course this is a rhetorical question, it obviously moves. Playboy and Hustler would be a riot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note. I changed the comment settings so that non-blogger users can reply to my comments. Miz &lt;a href="http://ditz-revolution.net"&gt;Helga&lt;/a&gt; said so. SUPP?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-84966705989332488?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/84966705989332488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=84966705989332488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/84966705989332488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/84966705989332488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-all-of-time-you-thought-i-was-sad.html' title='And all of the time you thought I was sad...'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596772594337154506.post-8194614485097890185</id><published>2006-11-23T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:21:53.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CFAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loverr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Your Ex-Lover is Dead</title><content type='html'>No. I will not post the lyics, I'll just link it. &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/stars/yourexloverisdead.html"&gt;Your Ex-Lover is Dead by STARS&lt;/a&gt;. A big THANK YOU to Petter for sharing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop listening to it because it's absolutely the BEST SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was full of cancelled meetings, over eatings, animated love and pancit canton. It was pretty much a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the Radio Show live yesterday, "broadcasting" it from the pav to my listeners littered along the other seats. Another round of &lt;i&gt;aminanan&lt;/i&gt; last night, a lot more fun/awkward (depends on how you look at it, really) since you (almost) had to tell your crush face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spare you the shrill, yet tremendously fun, details. Oh, you just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw dearest &lt;a href="http://arcadedrifter.blogspot.com"&gt;Tokwa&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, made my heart go "Shoop da whoop!". :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this entry short and sweet, because there's nothing really worth noting as far as my day is concerned (I just ate 2 cups of Triple Chocolate Madness ice cream fro breakfast and I'll be having sinigang for lunch). One-to-one later, I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos love,&lt;br /&gt;Creole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I re-read my post, I sounded like a [stereotypical] blonde. I don't talk like that unless I meant to. I sounded kind of gay to, but that comes naturally ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-8194614485097890185?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/8194614485097890185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=8194614485097890185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/8194614485097890185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/8194614485097890185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-ex-lover-is-dead.html' title='Your Ex-Lover is Dead'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-2786684239121978320</id><published>2006-11-20T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:27:21.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapid thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio show'/><title type='text'>Deep Inside of You</title><content type='html'>I have Third Eye Blind's "Deep Inside of You" stuck in my head. If this goes on I might as well be singing and banging to "You Get What You Give" by New Radicals. Go Go Go 90's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday has been a terrific day! The weather was cooperative, the professors were fine and dandy (God Bless CFAD-week hangovers! Everyone feels extra gracious and generous with deadlines!) and clouds were absolutely breathtaking (there was literally a silver lining! It's like God wanted to get our attention with a "SUP KIDS?". it worked. more on this later!) I got to talk to the boyfriend about raisins and his love of mini stop &lt;small&gt;and me. bwahahah.&lt;/small&gt;, my nerves were till shakey (from an unseen disturbance/stress) but it was ok because I was reassured a million times by my lovely lovely friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. The world is ending! Could it be that dear Creole is actually &lt;i&gt;wholesome&lt;/i&gt;. Of course not! Well, not entirely at least. I'm just appreciating the world because it needs words of encouragement. It did it's part well for keeping us from floating away in space and away from anal probes and mind-fucking. Thanks world! Thanks God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we did &lt;b&gt;raisin boxes&lt;/b&gt; yesterday for package design. This exercise will not change my mind about raisins. &lt;b&gt;It's still for old people.&lt;/b&gt; Im not even going to rant about the class (or Sir's comments concerning breat pumps and "draculas") but instead I'm going to rant about the clouds. Yes the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, as I mentioned earlier, absolutely breathtaking. At first it was the warm orange-hued sun filtering through out tinted windows. It made my cheeks warm despite the biting cold of the classroom air-conditioning and it made everyhing glow sepia-ish. Oh, I hope you understand. Then the sun hid itself behind these massive clouds just enough as to create a &lt;b&gt;SILVER LINING&lt;/b&gt;. So it made me wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be a sign God sent me? For all these wonderings and acute-yet-subtle anxiety? That it's all going to be ok, whatever happens, whatever the consenquences?  Wow. I figured that in a span of a minute yesterday (while rendering rasins!). But I still wonder, its it a YES or a NO. All signs point to no but I can never be too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I actually think in that order. And I actually think in english with songs and lyrics flashing along my lobes every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always deathly superstitious and suspicious. I can never ever be too sure. That's why I have certain trust issues. I'm crazy. Anyway, I'll be ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adprod was uneventful yet fun. Prof. Estrella (female) was neat and light. Neat neat neat! I just know that our AdProd subject will actually put things into our heads this sem. I just know it! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio show last night was something else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Obsession of the moment: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your Ex-Lover is Dead by Stars&lt;/span&gt; It gives my heart just the right twinge. :3 :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood-totally-indifferent report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnxFxXDPsMc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnxFxXDPsMc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fictional look at photographer Diane Arbus' life. It looks amazing. Let's watch let's watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we please watch Casino Royale and Happy Feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-2786684239121978320?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/2786684239121978320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=2786684239121978320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/2786684239121978320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/2786684239121978320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/deep-inside-of-you.html' title='Deep Inside of You'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-656960779967662253</id><published>2006-11-18T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:30:07.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Gwen Stefani: Wind it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnE5-Ul7fV0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnE5-Ul7fV0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's catchy and it's something you'd enjoy dancing with your friends (Hi 2Shades!!) but WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?? Gwen, for the love of all that is good and fabulous, GET BACK TO SKA!! We miss no doubt, we miss hoppy rifts and Sunday Mornings! Spiderwebs and Don't Speak! Give them baaack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like her new look, I say NAY. The G's in the video are real annoying. It's one big bad logo bag! (kinda like how my mum feels about Louis Vuitton and how I feel about the old Fendi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question remains: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you like to hear it on my radio show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party later for my nephew/godson/adopted step brother &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how old he is, but there'll be cake, ice cream and chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was his age I used to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; kiddy parties with balloons, games, prizes and goodie bags. I'm not saying his parties should be like that, but Iguess I'm all for these sit down lunches. It teaches him stuff. I'm not sure what these stuff are, but I think it's good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I had a magician once too! Hurrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make 10 exploded versions of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raisin box&lt;/span&gt; for Package Design. Thumbnails, full color. Basically, what I'm trying to say is, I'm not going to sleep tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last plug: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Add thegeekgoddess_yo to your Yahoo Messenger friends and get a chance to hear my radio show! &lt;/span&gt;It still remains untitiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1596772594337154506-656960779967662253?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/656960779967662253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=656960779967662253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/656960779967662253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/656960779967662253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/gwen-stefani-wind-it-up.html' title='Gwen Stefani: Wind it up'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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-1596772594337154506.post-5967219244447590042</id><published>2006-11-18T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T07:36:23.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CFAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social exposure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loverr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin'/><title type='text'>More or less</title><content type='html'>So I created this blog for the  kids who've been asking me if I keep a blog. I say yes, they ask me the URL I tell them it's "Friends Only". "Are we not friends?" "Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where I post all my stuff. Not all the dirt (and not much of it since I'm cleaning my act up. Yuh yuh.) and the "OMG I HATE HURRRRRR." (There'll be non of that I hope.) but pretty much what I've been thinking, what keeps me busy, what keeps me sane and what keeps me writing on blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several accounts on several sites (I actually have 3 on blogger alone and 4 over at LJ) but I never seem to write about my life. It's always "I feel down" or "whoopee I kissed/kicked major ass today!" and that's literally it. So yeah, I want a report. My thoughts, my shits, my giggles and what I had for lunch and what's in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this post sounds like an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actual &lt;/span&gt;blog entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of CFAD week, I'm still feeling utterly woozy and sick and crampy (There are moments in my life I wish I had a penis rather than this thing right here.) we had Velez in the morning. A quiz (got a 91, thank God!) and a discussion on segmentation (am partly glad for skimming through BFF Nicenet and seeing the segmentation bit under documents). It ended pretty quickly but we tackled quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat lunch. Sat with some of the AdDos kids  until we pretty much decided to skip Pro Eth ("La-a-a-a-ambert!")  to go to the CFAD party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partied with The Bloomfields, played with my neon plastic hoops and got a "Miss Personality (Advertising)"  award from the student body. So, thank you, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicosci&lt;/span&gt; went on. My cramps were killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the boyfriend. Wasn't able to see him much. Misses him so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohlol. Just remembered. He looks like Daniel Radcliffe at some angles (maybe it's just me, or maybe it's the fact my sister points it out. I'm quite guillible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm yeah. I'm the Cho Chang to his Harry Potter, baby.&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/1596772594337154506-5967219244447590042?l=feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5967219244447590042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1596772594337154506&amp;postID=5967219244447590042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5967219244447590042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1596772594337154506/posts/default/5967219244447590042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelgoodgutwrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-or-less.html' title='More or less'/><author><name>Creole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17239712863062049704</uri><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></feed>
